Acknowledgment 1: this story is not mine, it was written by Adrianreload who is no longer here on P!, I'm reuploading because I also liked it a lot at the time
Explanation 2: all characters are over 18 years old
Passed the last weeks of vacation, I gave Mili as much space as possible. Near the last weekend, I called her several times without response. So I decided to risk going to her house, facing my ex father-in-law if I got beaten up, at least for Mili to see that I was willing to receive her back.
I rang the doorbell several times without response until a neighbor told me they had left for their club... another impossible mission in the club? I was ready to do it... but the last time I entered thanks to Guille's military relative.
Now my friendship with Guille has been broken due to Vane's manipulative intrigues... still, I tried calling him, a chance to make amends with him and, why not?, help me again with Mili, but there was no response.
Until I received a call from an unknown number...
- You're alone, said coquettishly.
- Vane? This is not your number... I replied, recognizing her voice but not the number.
- Good... the other number was blocked, only receiving calls from you know who... she said boredly.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one calling Mili (ex) from time to time. It seems Guille was still trying to contact Vane, who, being practical, changed her number... not long after Vane had returned from a trip and I don't know how she found out about my situation... that witch had a radar.
- But... you didn't answer... it's over with love... I barked mockingly.
- Nothing... irreconcilable differences... he argued, refusing to comment further.
- I hope it wasn't my fault... I added with false sorrow.
Of course it was... you dirty slut... because of you, I can no longer enjoy Mili's plump ass or her fiery delivery... and well, her company too... you will understand, abstinence was taking its toll on me, and her abilities in bed were coming to mind faster than her Virtues.
- No way... for nothing... I replied, not wanting to inflate her ego any more that harpy.
- Then... are you available?... I added, returning to coquetry.
- Why?... I replied, acting crazy.
- You know... a boy alone, a girl alone... there are vacancies to fill... she said explicitly.
Mili was right, Vane was a fox, but with a masturbation tail... actually with a tremendous tail... damn it... concentrate, don't fall into this crazy woman's game... thanks to her and her intrigues you ended up distancing yourself from perhaps the best thing that happened to you in recent times. On the other hand, Mili ignored me... I tried to appease him in all possible ways and nothing... after all Vane has an ass like she can forget everything...
As you see, I had my angel on one shoulder and my devil on the other, both whispering in my ear... one was saying: Run away from that lizard woman, it's not worth it, this will only push you further away from Mili... and the other was saying: Take advantage and screw her, that white and muscular ass wants your cock, besides getting revenge...
This last idea was poisoning my mind... revenge or shame (revenge of my cock)... it wasn't possible for this crazy witch to be happy and carefree, laughing at my situation and inviting me to screw her... while Mili, Guille, and I were miserably unhappy because of her. Vane had to pay.
- What are you referring to?... I replied, acting interesting.
- You know... a woman is like a car... needs good maintenance from time to time, if one neglects it, it rusts... she said smiling, probably referring to her anus, if they didn't open it up again it would close, she wanted to keep it reasonably dilated.
- Sounds good... I replied, agreeing.
In reality, I didn't know what to do at that moment... I was with a terrible vengeful desire, maybe just as feverish as Guille's in his time. I didn't want to go to extremes, maybe an anal punishment, blow her ass up, like so she would remember me always (or at least each) since you feel it) and don't ask me again... But how about, a punishment for her ego... leaving her standing... or going to the date, giving in to her whims until a certain point, when she's excited and ready, leaving her like that, referring to Mili being better than Vane in bed... or something like that... that it hurts her just as she hurt Guille, that it pains her just as Mili was pained by seeing the photo of Vane's ass on my laptop... that she suffers like I did when Mili left me...
- And well... Where?... I added after those seconds of reflection.
- How about the same place as last time... Vane said quickly.
- It's fine with me... I said, swallowing saliva.
More than anxiety, I swallowed saliva, remembering how expensive it was the last time. Maybe Vane noticed my slightly tense reaction, but I was very enthusiastic because this time, without any blackmail involved, I was giving in to her requests.
- That's great... don't worry... this time I'll treat... she said excitedly.
- Oh... no... I replied, showing my chivalrous side.
- Ay, you don't have to impress me... a woman can also pay for these things... she said fresh and feminist.
I didn't argue, we agreed to meet at the hotel at 8 pm. Vane would enter first and send me a message with the room number. I was imagining that she must be crazy and want to prepare something for my arrival... maybe some fetish or fantasy she had.
On the other hand, I had a slight fear that she might prepare another kind of reception... to take revenge on the time I tied her up and let Guille enjoy her. Well, it's supposed to be all settled now, I told myself... but this night I'll make sure she doesn't call me again.
I'd spent the last nights lying awake thinking about Mili, I was a bit tired and at the same time anxious for that crazy idea of punishing Vane anal. I thought I should rest a little to give Vane the effort the occasion deserves She deserved it. I remembered that the last time Vane chose strong sex, this time with what idea would come... or rather should I worry about which proposal to go with... so I fell asleep without realizing it.
I woke up suddenly due to the alarm, got dressed normally, as I no longer had to impress Grandma Vane, just had to go straight to the point and do my job.
I took a taxi and on the way through the city center, I was distracted by a neon sign Sex-Shop... cut off the trip, with previous protest from the taxi driver. I thought I could find some implement there that would help me give Vane what she deserved.
As an analyst or avenger, that idea corrupted my mind at that moment, and I entered the store in the most discreet way possible. I asked a couple of questions to the vendor and left with something in my pocket... now you'll see Vane, I said to myself.
Retaking the path to the hotel, I received Vane's message... room 69... must be a joke, cabalistic number, I thought. I entered the hotel more determined than the first time, the friendly and discreet receptionist told me they were waiting for me.
I took a breath, remembered the plan (a brutal anal punishment) and knocked on the door and... oh no, Vane opened it almost naked in a tiny and translucent lace red underwear, all devilish, revealing her brown and sparsely populated pubis as well as her pink nipples...
She was waiting without preamble, ready for action while I kept my mouth open at that spectacle she offered with her almost naked forms... obviously Vane smiled complacently at the shock she caused in me, looking also at the effect on my groin.
- Pass... she said, turning around to let me appreciate her firm buttocks. Coquetely:
- Do you want to serve yourself something... said suggestively and when I didn't react, he added... referring to a drink.
I agreed to take something while my mind tried to react and piece together ideas about why I was there, reassemble my plan... remember everything that made Guille, Mili, and me suffer... focus, follow the game, then do your thing, I told myself.
- See?... I said you don't have to get along with me... she said like a femme fatale.
She wanted to make me understand that she wouldn't wait for me to take the initiative, probably trying to make me compare her with Mili... showing me that Vane could be provocative and proactive when she felt like it...
As if to better make her point, she got down in front of me, unsheathed my semi-erect cock and swallowed me gladly. While I was still stunned, barely able to react... Vane was taking the initiative and winning the game in every possible way... I felt like a walking vibrator...
Vane seemed determined to show me that she could be the most complacent woman... capable of any erotic skill just to make me forget about Mili or leave it clear that Vane was better in bed.
For now, I noticed she had learned a lot recently, sucking me with expertise, using her lips and tongue, occasionally pausing and going all the way back to the palate almost choking herself to please me... looking at me expectantly from below...
I managed to get out some cum drops that I savored smiling, while I was giving in, petting her hair, sometimes reacting and pulling her hard to make her do her job well...
- My turn... I said, wanting to take back the initiative.
Remembering that the last time she loved strong sex, and with the contained rage she had towards me, I grabbed her hair and almost dragged her towards the couch... instead of seeing her scared, I noticed she was anxious about what would happen...
- On all fours, slut... I ordered.
- Yes... yes... she replied, getting down on the sofa in a long. Without saying more, she herself buried her head in the furniture, while stretching her arms back, pulling her small thong to one side and then opening her firm buttocks to show me her wrinkled but lubricated anus... Vane had taken the precaution of lubricating herself with something she bought at the pharmacy.
- Make it yeah... please... Vane was begging me as she had moved from action to submission.
I gave her a slap on the butt, to calm her down and let her know who was in control at that moment, which excited her more until she started trembling... I had to make her suffer... so I took her roughly by her narrow waist and pointing my cock quickly against her anus, I penetrated her violently until the root...
- Ayyyy... oouuu... asiii nooo... ouuu... Vane exclaimed tearfully.
Despite the lubricant, she felt the impact of my fierce invasion in her entrails, her back arched in a strong spasm, while she herself scratched her buttocks... then she turned her face to muffle other pitiful cries into the cushions of the furniture.
- Resist slut... I said mockingly.
At that moment, shame was being consummated... Vane, despite her lubricated preparation, was suffering in her sphincter the consequences of her feverish desire to surpass Mili in anal dexterity. Without giving her more time to react, I proceeded to pump her with force...
- Auuu... caraj... auch... mierd... I listened as she complained between the cushions.
By then Vane had lost all sense of her moans with her absurd phrases in English, her agony had become more earthly... I was satisfied with that, enjoying her firm buttocks which were turning red from the continuous pounding against my groin.
- Shut up woman... I scolded, hitting her butt again with my palm.
- Nooo... Danny... nooo... Vane murmured with tears in her eyes.
For a moment, I started feeling sorry for her, maybe she was exaggerating, in that doubt I stopped... punish her frenetically, slowing down to a more harmonious and paused rhythm... while deciding what to do... I thought I was reaching the extremes of revenge that I had reproached Guille for... I was transitioning from a consensual sexual encounter to a savage anal rape where I didn't care what she said or asked me to stop... all I wanted was to cause her as much pain as possible so she wouldn't come looking for me again... however...
Ohhh... siii... asiii... tear me apart like that... uhmmm... I heard Vane moan.
At this slower, less brutal pace, Vane had found pleasure, switching from tears of grief to a trickle of pleasure, with her face flushed on one side, squinting her eyes and biting her lips while she enjoyed being opened up like a slut. That wasn't the idea... it was time for plan B... I searched my pants pocket for what I'd bought at the sex shop... pulled out my cock from her anus...
What's going on? No, no, keep going... keep going... Vane said, emerging from her abstraction.
Wait, slut... I scolded.
I put the accessory I'd found to inflict pain on Vane into my cock... a condom with spikes, the most aggressive one I could find, only suitable for sadomasochists, not for someone recently introduced to anal sex...
Just as I put it in, she suddenly pushed me away... Despite the initial resistance her ass offered, I pushed bestially until all the spikes were lodged in her intestines...
Auuuu... nooo... auuu... you're tearing me apart... ayyy... Vane exclaimed, burying her nails in the furniture while again weeping with pain.
This is what you've always wanted... isn't it, slut?... Did you want me to break your ass? Well, it's been broken wild and crazy... I yelled furiously.
Vane's expression of pain turned to fear as I forced the penetrations that were stuck in her entrails... seeing she wasn't willing to give up, Vane tried to free herself from her captivity, kicking while I pressed her down with my body... momento that I lost my balance, Vane managed to free herself, but also stumbled and ended up on the floor with her back against the sofa cushion. In those brief seconds of confusion from her part, not knowing how to get up, I took advantage of positioning myself over her, still had her white rear end at my disposal... wouldn't escape... would pay for everything...
-Ouuu... nooo... ya nooo... Vane complained, feeling my cock tearing her apart again.
Throughout that commotion, I could see that her anus had traces of blood, just like the pubes she brought in the condom... still feverish from my appetite for revenge. I was doing it for Guille, for Mili and for myself... so this manipulative slut wouldn't come near us again.
To avoid her continuing to complain, I tried putting my foot on her mouth, she almost bit me... in that juggling act we were in, Vane's breasts had been liberated from their small prison and were defiantly jumping to the rhythm of my demonic punishment of her well-formed buttocks.
At any moment Vane stopped complaining and endured that martyrdom... I imagine Vane thought it would be embarrassing if someone she herself had let in rescued her from that luxurious hotel with her ass blown out.
-Terminaaa yaaa... por favorrr... Vane begged, tearful, with a flushed face.
Those pubes were having the opposite effect, to Vane's good fortune, generating friction on the neck of my cock, massaging it due to its tight anal cavity. When I felt close to coming, I freed my cock from her anus, leaving the condom with the pubes inside her entrails.
My cock spat out its liquids to the left and right onto Vane's thighs, stomach, breasts, and even face, blinding her with a jet on her right eyelid, while other drops trickled down her chin and cheek and some capriciously entered her open mouth.
Vane was sobbing and in pain... I had exceeded my revenge, didn't feel Proud of what I did, however, there's always a space for cruelty... the puncture, after physical punishment, emotional... Ufff... it was good... but Mili's ass, uff that is tasty... her natural buttocks are soft and produce a tasty sound... your buttocks are a bit hard... I said disrespectfully.
Vane stood with her mouth agape, before such ruthless declaration, surely with her ego hurt, for a moment I saw her pass from pain and sorrow to rage, while she wiped the remains of semen and tears from her eyes.
Before she could react that crazy woman, in one way or another, I cleaned up and got dressed, leaving her lying on the floor, defeated and splattered with my liquids, I wanted to escape before my conscience began to torment me for the disaster I had made.
I remembered the warnings I gave Guille about the old mafioso Vane and what she could do to hurt her daughter...
but it was too late... I hadn't had a friend to stop me... I had screwed everything with Mili, with Vane, with Guille... maybe that's how it should be, maybe that's how it should end.
However, as I opened the door, I heard a loud and perhaps distorted laugh...
- That was all?... Vane replied provocatively and added defiantly... enjoy every moment having you inside me...
A cold shiver ran down my spine, I felt a rage like never before, I wanted to hurt her however possible, I closed the door... now you'll see you dirty... Caraj... what was that? Where am I?... I began to see things desperately, it was somewhat dark... what happened? Did I faint?... I said still dazed... what did Vane put in my drink? How did I get here?... Do I still have my kidneys?, I thought finally touching myself... I was sweaty and cold...
The only thing certain was that it was still night... I searched for my phone in my clothes and reviewed it, looking for clues about what had happened... Okay, it's still Saturday, it's the same date... and the time is... What? It can't be... does that mean... did it really happen?...
As the seconds passed, I realized... that I never left my room... I had fallen asleep thinking about everything I would do, I had become obsessed with getting revenge on Vane and I stayed with that idea in my head to the point where it was reproduced in a vivid dream... so real, so fatal...
While trying to figure out what was fantasy and what was real, I saw a message on my cell phone... it was from Vane: Room 69... coincidence?... then I received a call that cleared everything up.
- You're waiting for me at the hotel idiot... what time are you coming?... Vane scolded me furiously.
- No... I won't come... I responded coldly, then hung up and turned off my phone.
After all that had happened, of what I experienced with and in my dream fantasy... I understood that there was no way to win with Vane, I would enter her game, where she would manipulate me at her pleasure, just like it had happened before. It was going back to the same thing, and I already knew how that story ended.
I had exceeded my limits in my dream, so much that I had horrified myself by my actions and what I was willing to do, to the point where I woke up violently... maybe it was a warning of what would happen if I let myself be carried away by that anger and desire for revenge.
It was something similar to what they say about idiots... you can't win a fight because they'll take you down to their level and experience will make them win... I suppose something similar awaited me with this crazy woman, no matter how much I plotted revenge, she wasn't as malicious or manipulative as Vane...
Whatever I did, it would lead me one step further down, transgressing my personality only for revenge, forcing myself to do absurd things... yes, I was falling to her level, Vane was winning. Maybe some fights are won by avoiding them, I thought.
Vane surely intuited that the way I acted before, driven feverishly by my wounded ego, I would keep acting in the same revanchist way and as long as I did, she would have control. I had to break this vicious circle... and hurt her in her own ego the same way.
If I wanted to recover Mili, I had to stop with these... games that took me away from her... after some time I would be happy to think with my head up thinking about the top of my penis... but how long would it last... how long would it take to recover Mili... that was the dilemma...
The bad thing was that Mili had gotten used to a sexual rhythm... and being abstinent didn't know how much time it would take me... maybe I would end up with Vane after all... who seemed willing to keep insisting... she had lost the battle, but not the war... like everything, it was just a matter of time.
Continuing...
Explanation 2: all characters are over 18 years old
Passed the last weeks of vacation, I gave Mili as much space as possible. Near the last weekend, I called her several times without response. So I decided to risk going to her house, facing my ex father-in-law if I got beaten up, at least for Mili to see that I was willing to receive her back.
I rang the doorbell several times without response until a neighbor told me they had left for their club... another impossible mission in the club? I was ready to do it... but the last time I entered thanks to Guille's military relative.
Now my friendship with Guille has been broken due to Vane's manipulative intrigues... still, I tried calling him, a chance to make amends with him and, why not?, help me again with Mili, but there was no response.
Until I received a call from an unknown number...
- You're alone, said coquettishly.
- Vane? This is not your number... I replied, recognizing her voice but not the number.
- Good... the other number was blocked, only receiving calls from you know who... she said boredly.
Apparently, I wasn't the only one calling Mili (ex) from time to time. It seems Guille was still trying to contact Vane, who, being practical, changed her number... not long after Vane had returned from a trip and I don't know how she found out about my situation... that witch had a radar.
- But... you didn't answer... it's over with love... I barked mockingly.
- Nothing... irreconcilable differences... he argued, refusing to comment further.
- I hope it wasn't my fault... I added with false sorrow.
Of course it was... you dirty slut... because of you, I can no longer enjoy Mili's plump ass or her fiery delivery... and well, her company too... you will understand, abstinence was taking its toll on me, and her abilities in bed were coming to mind faster than her Virtues.
- No way... for nothing... I replied, not wanting to inflate her ego any more that harpy.
- Then... are you available?... I added, returning to coquetry.
- Why?... I replied, acting crazy.
- You know... a boy alone, a girl alone... there are vacancies to fill... she said explicitly.
Mili was right, Vane was a fox, but with a masturbation tail... actually with a tremendous tail... damn it... concentrate, don't fall into this crazy woman's game... thanks to her and her intrigues you ended up distancing yourself from perhaps the best thing that happened to you in recent times. On the other hand, Mili ignored me... I tried to appease him in all possible ways and nothing... after all Vane has an ass like she can forget everything...
As you see, I had my angel on one shoulder and my devil on the other, both whispering in my ear... one was saying: Run away from that lizard woman, it's not worth it, this will only push you further away from Mili... and the other was saying: Take advantage and screw her, that white and muscular ass wants your cock, besides getting revenge...
This last idea was poisoning my mind... revenge or shame (revenge of my cock)... it wasn't possible for this crazy witch to be happy and carefree, laughing at my situation and inviting me to screw her... while Mili, Guille, and I were miserably unhappy because of her. Vane had to pay.
- What are you referring to?... I replied, acting interesting.
- You know... a woman is like a car... needs good maintenance from time to time, if one neglects it, it rusts... she said smiling, probably referring to her anus, if they didn't open it up again it would close, she wanted to keep it reasonably dilated.
- Sounds good... I replied, agreeing.
In reality, I didn't know what to do at that moment... I was with a terrible vengeful desire, maybe just as feverish as Guille's in his time. I didn't want to go to extremes, maybe an anal punishment, blow her ass up, like so she would remember me always (or at least each) since you feel it) and don't ask me again... But how about, a punishment for her ego... leaving her standing... or going to the date, giving in to her whims until a certain point, when she's excited and ready, leaving her like that, referring to Mili being better than Vane in bed... or something like that... that it hurts her just as she hurt Guille, that it pains her just as Mili was pained by seeing the photo of Vane's ass on my laptop... that she suffers like I did when Mili left me...
- And well... Where?... I added after those seconds of reflection.
- How about the same place as last time... Vane said quickly.
- It's fine with me... I said, swallowing saliva.
More than anxiety, I swallowed saliva, remembering how expensive it was the last time. Maybe Vane noticed my slightly tense reaction, but I was very enthusiastic because this time, without any blackmail involved, I was giving in to her requests.
- That's great... don't worry... this time I'll treat... she said excitedly.
- Oh... no... I replied, showing my chivalrous side.
- Ay, you don't have to impress me... a woman can also pay for these things... she said fresh and feminist.
I didn't argue, we agreed to meet at the hotel at 8 pm. Vane would enter first and send me a message with the room number. I was imagining that she must be crazy and want to prepare something for my arrival... maybe some fetish or fantasy she had.
On the other hand, I had a slight fear that she might prepare another kind of reception... to take revenge on the time I tied her up and let Guille enjoy her. Well, it's supposed to be all settled now, I told myself... but this night I'll make sure she doesn't call me again.
I'd spent the last nights lying awake thinking about Mili, I was a bit tired and at the same time anxious for that crazy idea of punishing Vane anal. I thought I should rest a little to give Vane the effort the occasion deserves She deserved it. I remembered that the last time Vane chose strong sex, this time with what idea would come... or rather should I worry about which proposal to go with... so I fell asleep without realizing it.
I woke up suddenly due to the alarm, got dressed normally, as I no longer had to impress Grandma Vane, just had to go straight to the point and do my job.
I took a taxi and on the way through the city center, I was distracted by a neon sign Sex-Shop... cut off the trip, with previous protest from the taxi driver. I thought I could find some implement there that would help me give Vane what she deserved.
As an analyst or avenger, that idea corrupted my mind at that moment, and I entered the store in the most discreet way possible. I asked a couple of questions to the vendor and left with something in my pocket... now you'll see Vane, I said to myself.
Retaking the path to the hotel, I received Vane's message... room 69... must be a joke, cabalistic number, I thought. I entered the hotel more determined than the first time, the friendly and discreet receptionist told me they were waiting for me.
I took a breath, remembered the plan (a brutal anal punishment) and knocked on the door and... oh no, Vane opened it almost naked in a tiny and translucent lace red underwear, all devilish, revealing her brown and sparsely populated pubis as well as her pink nipples...
She was waiting without preamble, ready for action while I kept my mouth open at that spectacle she offered with her almost naked forms... obviously Vane smiled complacently at the shock she caused in me, looking also at the effect on my groin.
- Pass... she said, turning around to let me appreciate her firm buttocks. Coquetely:
- Do you want to serve yourself something... said suggestively and when I didn't react, he added... referring to a drink.
I agreed to take something while my mind tried to react and piece together ideas about why I was there, reassemble my plan... remember everything that made Guille, Mili, and me suffer... focus, follow the game, then do your thing, I told myself.
- See?... I said you don't have to get along with me... she said like a femme fatale.
She wanted to make me understand that she wouldn't wait for me to take the initiative, probably trying to make me compare her with Mili... showing me that Vane could be provocative and proactive when she felt like it...
As if to better make her point, she got down in front of me, unsheathed my semi-erect cock and swallowed me gladly. While I was still stunned, barely able to react... Vane was taking the initiative and winning the game in every possible way... I felt like a walking vibrator...
Vane seemed determined to show me that she could be the most complacent woman... capable of any erotic skill just to make me forget about Mili or leave it clear that Vane was better in bed.
For now, I noticed she had learned a lot recently, sucking me with expertise, using her lips and tongue, occasionally pausing and going all the way back to the palate almost choking herself to please me... looking at me expectantly from below...
I managed to get out some cum drops that I savored smiling, while I was giving in, petting her hair, sometimes reacting and pulling her hard to make her do her job well...
- My turn... I said, wanting to take back the initiative.
Remembering that the last time she loved strong sex, and with the contained rage she had towards me, I grabbed her hair and almost dragged her towards the couch... instead of seeing her scared, I noticed she was anxious about what would happen...
- On all fours, slut... I ordered.
- Yes... yes... she replied, getting down on the sofa in a long. Without saying more, she herself buried her head in the furniture, while stretching her arms back, pulling her small thong to one side and then opening her firm buttocks to show me her wrinkled but lubricated anus... Vane had taken the precaution of lubricating herself with something she bought at the pharmacy.
- Make it yeah... please... Vane was begging me as she had moved from action to submission.
I gave her a slap on the butt, to calm her down and let her know who was in control at that moment, which excited her more until she started trembling... I had to make her suffer... so I took her roughly by her narrow waist and pointing my cock quickly against her anus, I penetrated her violently until the root...
- Ayyyy... oouuu... asiii nooo... ouuu... Vane exclaimed tearfully.
Despite the lubricant, she felt the impact of my fierce invasion in her entrails, her back arched in a strong spasm, while she herself scratched her buttocks... then she turned her face to muffle other pitiful cries into the cushions of the furniture.
- Resist slut... I said mockingly.
At that moment, shame was being consummated... Vane, despite her lubricated preparation, was suffering in her sphincter the consequences of her feverish desire to surpass Mili in anal dexterity. Without giving her more time to react, I proceeded to pump her with force...
- Auuu... caraj... auch... mierd... I listened as she complained between the cushions.
By then Vane had lost all sense of her moans with her absurd phrases in English, her agony had become more earthly... I was satisfied with that, enjoying her firm buttocks which were turning red from the continuous pounding against my groin.
- Shut up woman... I scolded, hitting her butt again with my palm.
- Nooo... Danny... nooo... Vane murmured with tears in her eyes.
For a moment, I started feeling sorry for her, maybe she was exaggerating, in that doubt I stopped... punish her frenetically, slowing down to a more harmonious and paused rhythm... while deciding what to do... I thought I was reaching the extremes of revenge that I had reproached Guille for... I was transitioning from a consensual sexual encounter to a savage anal rape where I didn't care what she said or asked me to stop... all I wanted was to cause her as much pain as possible so she wouldn't come looking for me again... however...
Ohhh... siii... asiii... tear me apart like that... uhmmm... I heard Vane moan.
At this slower, less brutal pace, Vane had found pleasure, switching from tears of grief to a trickle of pleasure, with her face flushed on one side, squinting her eyes and biting her lips while she enjoyed being opened up like a slut. That wasn't the idea... it was time for plan B... I searched my pants pocket for what I'd bought at the sex shop... pulled out my cock from her anus...
What's going on? No, no, keep going... keep going... Vane said, emerging from her abstraction.
Wait, slut... I scolded.
I put the accessory I'd found to inflict pain on Vane into my cock... a condom with spikes, the most aggressive one I could find, only suitable for sadomasochists, not for someone recently introduced to anal sex...
Just as I put it in, she suddenly pushed me away... Despite the initial resistance her ass offered, I pushed bestially until all the spikes were lodged in her intestines...
Auuuu... nooo... auuu... you're tearing me apart... ayyy... Vane exclaimed, burying her nails in the furniture while again weeping with pain.
This is what you've always wanted... isn't it, slut?... Did you want me to break your ass? Well, it's been broken wild and crazy... I yelled furiously.
Vane's expression of pain turned to fear as I forced the penetrations that were stuck in her entrails... seeing she wasn't willing to give up, Vane tried to free herself from her captivity, kicking while I pressed her down with my body... momento that I lost my balance, Vane managed to free herself, but also stumbled and ended up on the floor with her back against the sofa cushion. In those brief seconds of confusion from her part, not knowing how to get up, I took advantage of positioning myself over her, still had her white rear end at my disposal... wouldn't escape... would pay for everything...
-Ouuu... nooo... ya nooo... Vane complained, feeling my cock tearing her apart again.
Throughout that commotion, I could see that her anus had traces of blood, just like the pubes she brought in the condom... still feverish from my appetite for revenge. I was doing it for Guille, for Mili and for myself... so this manipulative slut wouldn't come near us again.
To avoid her continuing to complain, I tried putting my foot on her mouth, she almost bit me... in that juggling act we were in, Vane's breasts had been liberated from their small prison and were defiantly jumping to the rhythm of my demonic punishment of her well-formed buttocks.
At any moment Vane stopped complaining and endured that martyrdom... I imagine Vane thought it would be embarrassing if someone she herself had let in rescued her from that luxurious hotel with her ass blown out.
-Terminaaa yaaa... por favorrr... Vane begged, tearful, with a flushed face.
Those pubes were having the opposite effect, to Vane's good fortune, generating friction on the neck of my cock, massaging it due to its tight anal cavity. When I felt close to coming, I freed my cock from her anus, leaving the condom with the pubes inside her entrails.
My cock spat out its liquids to the left and right onto Vane's thighs, stomach, breasts, and even face, blinding her with a jet on her right eyelid, while other drops trickled down her chin and cheek and some capriciously entered her open mouth.
Vane was sobbing and in pain... I had exceeded my revenge, didn't feel Proud of what I did, however, there's always a space for cruelty... the puncture, after physical punishment, emotional... Ufff... it was good... but Mili's ass, uff that is tasty... her natural buttocks are soft and produce a tasty sound... your buttocks are a bit hard... I said disrespectfully.
Vane stood with her mouth agape, before such ruthless declaration, surely with her ego hurt, for a moment I saw her pass from pain and sorrow to rage, while she wiped the remains of semen and tears from her eyes.
Before she could react that crazy woman, in one way or another, I cleaned up and got dressed, leaving her lying on the floor, defeated and splattered with my liquids, I wanted to escape before my conscience began to torment me for the disaster I had made.
I remembered the warnings I gave Guille about the old mafioso Vane and what she could do to hurt her daughter...
but it was too late... I hadn't had a friend to stop me... I had screwed everything with Mili, with Vane, with Guille... maybe that's how it should be, maybe that's how it should end.
However, as I opened the door, I heard a loud and perhaps distorted laugh...
- That was all?... Vane replied provocatively and added defiantly... enjoy every moment having you inside me...
A cold shiver ran down my spine, I felt a rage like never before, I wanted to hurt her however possible, I closed the door... now you'll see you dirty... Caraj... what was that? Where am I?... I began to see things desperately, it was somewhat dark... what happened? Did I faint?... I said still dazed... what did Vane put in my drink? How did I get here?... Do I still have my kidneys?, I thought finally touching myself... I was sweaty and cold...
The only thing certain was that it was still night... I searched for my phone in my clothes and reviewed it, looking for clues about what had happened... Okay, it's still Saturday, it's the same date... and the time is... What? It can't be... does that mean... did it really happen?...
As the seconds passed, I realized... that I never left my room... I had fallen asleep thinking about everything I would do, I had become obsessed with getting revenge on Vane and I stayed with that idea in my head to the point where it was reproduced in a vivid dream... so real, so fatal...
While trying to figure out what was fantasy and what was real, I saw a message on my cell phone... it was from Vane: Room 69... coincidence?... then I received a call that cleared everything up.
- You're waiting for me at the hotel idiot... what time are you coming?... Vane scolded me furiously.
- No... I won't come... I responded coldly, then hung up and turned off my phone.
After all that had happened, of what I experienced with and in my dream fantasy... I understood that there was no way to win with Vane, I would enter her game, where she would manipulate me at her pleasure, just like it had happened before. It was going back to the same thing, and I already knew how that story ended.
I had exceeded my limits in my dream, so much that I had horrified myself by my actions and what I was willing to do, to the point where I woke up violently... maybe it was a warning of what would happen if I let myself be carried away by that anger and desire for revenge.
It was something similar to what they say about idiots... you can't win a fight because they'll take you down to their level and experience will make them win... I suppose something similar awaited me with this crazy woman, no matter how much I plotted revenge, she wasn't as malicious or manipulative as Vane...
Whatever I did, it would lead me one step further down, transgressing my personality only for revenge, forcing myself to do absurd things... yes, I was falling to her level, Vane was winning. Maybe some fights are won by avoiding them, I thought.
Vane surely intuited that the way I acted before, driven feverishly by my wounded ego, I would keep acting in the same revanchist way and as long as I did, she would have control. I had to break this vicious circle... and hurt her in her own ego the same way.
If I wanted to recover Mili, I had to stop with these... games that took me away from her... after some time I would be happy to think with my head up thinking about the top of my penis... but how long would it last... how long would it take to recover Mili... that was the dilemma...
The bad thing was that Mili had gotten used to a sexual rhythm... and being abstinent didn't know how much time it would take me... maybe I would end up with Vane after all... who seemed willing to keep insisting... she had lost the battle, but not the war... like everything, it was just a matter of time.
Continuing...
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