A Young Couple's Journey Part 13 / TNT 22 (Patreon)

Hey folks. I’m posting this early because I know I won’t be able to post until the original scheduled date. So call it an early access or early draft. Either way, I’ll go over it next week and clean it up, and will update this post afterwards. I’ll let you guys know when I’ve done so.

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When Josh asked if it was okay for him to go to Florida, I was thrilled. And relieved, I guess. I told him that he should definitely go, and gave all the green lights I could. I'm not sure if it was guilt from having treated him the way I did or if it was the thrill that Josh plus Linda might finally happen. Maybe a bit of both, but whatever.

Maybe being a bit for myself would do me good, too. My brain had been such a mess lately with Toby, with Linda and Josh, with Josh, with everything. A break was needed, and perhaps it would help me find a bit of clarity again. Perhaps. I didn't know what to expect.

But I hoped for the best, and I wanted them to be happy. And I wanted myself to be happy. I just wasn't sure how to get there. Would I be able to ease Josh into the thought of letting Toby cuckold him again? Was that even a smart idea? The idea of Josh being humiliated and forced to watch his wife get fucked by his rival was also a big turn on for me. And I knew that Josh loved it too, despite how much he hated Toby.

And Toby... well, he was a different beast. He wanted to fuck me, and he had made that abundantly clear. He wanted to take me from Josh completely, and he wasn't going to stop until he got what he wanted. Toby was dangerous, and I knew he wasn't going to stop until he got his way. And a part of me wanted to let him. A part of me wanted to be his toy, to let him use me however he wanted. But that was a dangerous game, and I didn't know if it was a game I could win.

I knew if I gave in that he'd probably never stop. He'd use me again and again and again, and I wouldn't be able to stop him. I'd become his slave, and I'd be addicted to his cock. But that was a risk that I was so incredibly tempted to take.

But I couldn't very well convince Josh of anything while he was in Florida, so that would all have to wait.

So I was staying back in Courtington all alone. Almost alone. Luna was still here, though she would be busy working for both companies. She had a lot on her plate. Speaking of which…

"Kim," Luna barked, storming into my office at the top floor. "What the fuck did you do?! When you were in California?"

"What?" I asked, spinning my chair around to her, startled and flustered. I also quickly put my phone down, as I had just been messaging with Toby. "What do you mean?"

"With Vincent. He refuses to talk to me, and now he only wants to communicate with you. What the hell happened?!" Luna demanded.

My heart dropped. I had forgotten all about that stuff. Vincent didn't even exist in my brain anymore, despite what we did.  And judging by what Luna was saying, I knew that he was hoping for a repeat treatment. Or more.

"Oh... yeah... right... Listen, Luna, I'm so sorry," I said, trying to sound sincere. Luna, of course, didn't know I had blown Vincent to get his cooperation, and I intended to keep it that way. That was one of my many low points. "I–I don't know why he wants me–"

"I can tell you why," Luna said, folding her arms. "It's because you're a whore. And I'm not just talking about how you like to get fucked. I'm talking about how you like to fuck over everyone around you. You know how hard Josh and I have worked that creepy fuck. What did you do? What, did you suck him off or something?"

Luna was scolding me, and very angrily at that, but I would never admit what I had done. But Luna was right; I had stuck my nose where it didn't belong, and now I had to face the consequences. And I had to make sure that Vincent never said anything to Josh. And I had to make sure he would work with the two others as I was both not a part of the company soon and also because, like Luna said, this was their work. I had just been there to cover more ground.

God, this and then the Alex situation…

"I'm sorry, Luna. I will fix it. I'll go to LA with the next flight and make it right," I said.

"Yeah, you'd better," Luna said, her eyes narrowing. "Because if you don't, I will make your life hell, Kim."

"I–I know," I stammered.

"Do you?! Because if you do, you'd know that I'm sick and tired of you fucking everything up! Linda, Josh, our jobs, what else do you want to drive into the ground, huh?!" Luna spat. I had never seen her this angry before. Was it just Vincent, or was it all of everything? Or perhaps dealing with the amount of stress that Josh usually deals with.

But I felt myself grow annoyed. I said I was sorry and that I was going to fix it. What else did she want from me? I did a lot for her and for Josh, and I didn't deserve this kind of treatment. I knew that I had made mistakes in the past, but I was trying to move on from them.

"Don't you think I feel bad enough already?! I said I was sorry, and I'm going to fix it! But I can't do anything when you're yelling at me!" I snapped, standing up from my chair.

Luna looked like she was about to hit me, and I braced myself, but instead, she just sighed heavily, the anger draining from her face.

"Look, Kim, I'm sorry. It's just... It's a lot of pressure. And I know that you're not used to it, but that's no excuse to take it out on you," Luna said, rubbing her eyes. "I have no idea how Josh manages this. Before, he didn't even have employees to help him."

"He had me," I snorted. Luna snorted, too, but more out of spite than amusement. She didn't mean it, but I could tell she was still very upset with me. "Look, Luna, I know I fucked up, but I'm going to make it right."

"Okay," Luna said, more quietly.

"I'll get on the next flight to LA, and I'll smooth things over with Vincent," I promised.

"Okay," Luna said again, nodding. She seemed calmer now, but she still wasn't happy. "Thank you."

"Of course," I said, nodding as well.

We stood there in silence for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say. I felt like an asshole, especially after Luna had apologized, but I didn't know how to make things better. I cared about Luna. She was one of my best friends, and I didn't want to lose her. She was more than a friend, to be honest. She was my sister, and not only because I was married to her brother.

I sighed. I had no idea how to work this thing with Vincent, but I'd figure something out.

"Wanna hug it out?" Luna suggested.

I nodded, and we stepped toward each other, our arms outstretched. We embraced, and I rested my head on Luna's chest. She held me close, and I could feel her warmth.

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"It's okay," Luna said, rubbing my back.

We stayed like that for a moment, and I felt better. Luna may have been angry with me, but she was still my friend, and she still cared about me.

"Thanks," I mumbled into her shoulder.

"Yeah, anytime," Luna said, kissing me on my head.

"Hey, speaking of thanks," I mumbled, my cheek against Luna's breast. "How about we, y'know, blow off some steam after a bit of a rough day?"

"Yeah, like how?" Luna asked, gently squeezing my ass.

I grinned up at her.

"Oh, you know, a bit of this," I said, reaching my hand up her skirt and squeezing her booty, then running my fingers into the cleft of her firm ass cheeks.

Luna laughed softly, biting her lip. Then she gave me a soft slap on my ass in return before sliding her fingers down into my pants.

"It has been a while," Luna purred. "Maybe I should punish you for being so incompetent? Or for spending so much time with Linda and not enough with me?"

"Are you jealous?" I teased. "Of who, me or Linda?"

"Definitely of you. I'd shove her on her back and mount that beautiful creature if given the opportunity," Luna whispered.

"Yeah? Would you ride her hard cock until you couldn't take it anymore? Until your pussy was raw and aching? Until you couldn't breathe because of how hard you came?" I asked, my voice low and husky.

"Yes," Luna purred. "Knowing Linda, she'd flip me over and take me the rest of the way too."

I moaned softly, the image of Linda and Luna together sending shivers through my body. I had seen them together, and it was a sight to behold. Luna was an expert with girls, but Linda was something else. And she was always so eager to make her prey scream in submission.

"You're such a slut," I whispered, kissing her neck.

"You're one to talk," Luna said, grinning. "I bet you'd love to see me take that monster inside me again, wouldn't you?"

Luna then gently pushed me down on my knees.

"I know what I'll think about when I ride your face now," Luna said, her voice laced with lust, swinging one foot across my shoulder as she straddled my mouth. She reached into my dark locks and grabbed my hair, pulling me in as she slowly lowered herself onto me. I could feel her wetness on my lips, and I moaned as she ground her pussy against my face. I buried my tongue in her folds, licking and sucking on her clit as she rode my face.

Luna's moans filled the room as she ground against me, her juices flowing freely. I gripped her thighs, holding her close as I devoured her sweet nectar. The taste was intoxicating, and I wanted more. My tongue explored every inch of her pussy, swirling around her clit and dipping inside her hole. Luna moaned and gasped as she rode my face, her orgasm quickly approaching.

Without delay, but knowing how Luna liked it, I quickly moved my right hand to her ass, my middle finger digging through her fit globes and prodding her tight asshole. The wetness from her pussy made it easy to penetrate her and my finger slid in without any resistance. Luna's moan intensified as I started pumping my finger in and out of her tight hole while she rode my face. I could sense she was about to cum, the orgasm building.

With a sudden shiver, her inner muscles contracted hard around my finger. Her hands roughly gripped my hair, and her body twitched hard. She cried out in pleasure, her hips bucking against my face wildly as she lost control. A warm rush of her juices washed over my tongue, filling my mouth, and I swallowed eagerly, savoring her delicious taste.

"Holy shit," Luna gasped, riding my tongue for a bit longer as I drank down the rest of her essence. "Holy fucking shit."

Then she collapsed on the floor. I had forgotten how sensitive she was after a good orgasm, but that was just part of the fun. To feel her shudder as my tongue explored her. The small shivers were almost a full-body tremble when she got this oversensitive, a look that was the purest form of bliss. A smile spread across my face as I watched her come down from her high, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Fuck, that was good. The whole Vincent thing, forget about it," Luna said, sounding both utterly satisfied and content. "As long as you make it right."

I didn't listen; I was busy crawling up toward her legs, on a mission to spread them and get a second dose of that tasty juice. Her breasts heaved as her breathing slowly returned to normal, and the smell of sex hung heavy in our small office.

I pressed a tender kiss to her lips, sharing some of the delicious flavor with her, before moving my attention to her breasts. I massaged them gently, loving the feel of their weight in my hands. Luna moaned softly, arching her back into me. I loved how her hard nipples felt pressed against my palms. I bent down and licked them slowly, tracing small circles around the delicate flesh with my tongue before finally drawing the nubs into my mouth. I sucked gently, teasing them with my teeth.

"Ooooh, fuuuck..." Luna cooed.

Her skin tasted so good, and the scent of her arousal filled my senses. My hand moved between her thighs and my fingers caressed her wet pussy, making her moan louder. I teased her entrance, circling it with the tip of my finger before finally pushing deep inside, stretching her inner walls. Luna gasped and trembled as I rubbed her G spot. Her body writhed beneath mine, her pleasure building. I fucked her slowly, adding another finger and making her gasp and shudder, her juices running down my hand.

"God... Your fingers... Ah! It feels so fucking good," Luna moaned, her hands grasping the carpet. Her tits bounced with my every thrust and I could feel her juices running down the crack of her ass. I pressed my palm against her clit and grinded as I kept pumping her. Luna's body tensed as another orgasm washed through her, her legs kicking out as she gasped for air, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, and then her pussy seized around my fingers, drenching them and squirting hard into the carpet below.

"FUCK!!! Fuuuucckk!!" She squealed as another rush of liquid coated my fingers and hand.

It was hot. Seeing Luna subdued so effortlessly and, even more importantly, seeing how easily I brought her back up and made her squirt like a fire hose. Maybe I was better at cunnilingus than even I realized? God, if only I had this on film so I could see it myself. My tan, olive body hovering over this silver blonde beauty, tit in mouth and finger dug deep into her pussy while her face was scrunched up and flushed bright red. I bet it was beautiful, and the sight sent chills down my spine.

"Do you mind if we film it?" I asked, slowing my winking motions inside her tight pussy. "I would love to watch you cum again and again."

Luna groaned in satisfaction, taking a moment before she actually listened. After a few seconds, her blue eyes stared into mine.

"What?" she gasped.

"I want to record you cumming on my fingers. You know, I need something for my collection," I purred, smiling coyly.

"Um, what, no, it's–" Luna began. "You're not posting it on your OF page, right?"

The thought hadn't even crossed my mind. I hadn't thought of my page for a while, except when I teased Josh. I bet my fans would love to see Luna like this, though. I mean, Luna was like, well, Luna. That would likely draw a lot of guys to subscribe to me. So many men would love to jerk it to that, I’m sure. But even though it was a tempting idea, I still couldn't have her be that public. Luna and Josh were part of a corporate environment, and getting mixed with any sort of ill repute would kill them.

But if I were honest, that was also part of the reason why it was so hot. Knowing that Luna would get into trouble if she was discovered by anyone, or knowing that Josh would get into trouble, that was a huge turn on. I loved the danger, the risk. The fact that I would even profit from it somehow made it all the sweeter. It was dirty and wrong, but I couldn't resist. Nobody would ever respect Luna professionally after having seen her so undone.

"No, of course not. Just for me to see when I'm bored. Or when I want to watch you squirm," I smirked. "I'm almost never topping anyone, so this is such a rush. It needs to be recorded."

Luna sighed and shook her head.

"I don't know. It's risky..." she said. "What if someone finds it?"

I smiled and shrugged. "Well, then they'll just have to deal with the fact that you're a sexy bitch who loves to get fucked."

Luna laughed softly. "Oh god... Okay, fine. But you can only watch it yourself, okay?"

"Okay," I said, grinning.

"And no posting it on your OF page," Luna added, giving me a stern look.

"I promise," I said. "What about Josh?"

"Fine," Luna said, biting her lower lip. "Okay, I guess we can film it then."

I smiled and nodded. I knew that Luna was turned on by the idea, and I was excited to see what she looked like when she came. I pulled out my phone and switched the camera on, holding it up and recording her face. Luna stared at the camera with lust in her eyes, her lips parted as she gasped for breath. I slowly moved the camera down her body, capturing every inch of her skin as I went. Her perfect tits, her flat stomach, her wet pussy. Her strong thighs glistened with her juices, and I couldn't wait to taste her again.

Propping the phone up on my office chair, I quickly positioned myself between Luna's legs and licked her folds. Luna moaned and shuddered, her legs quivering as I devoured her. My tongue delved deep inside her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar. I explored every inch of her inner walls, licking and sucking on her clit as I went. Luna cried out in pleasure, her hands grasping at my hair as she bucked her hips against my face.

Her moans grew louder and louder as she got closer to another orgasm. I sucked on her clit and pressed my fingers into her G-spot, sending her over the edge. She came hard, her body convulsing as she screamed my name. Her juices flowed freely, drenching my face and mouth. I drank down every drop as best I could, savoring her taste.

I pulled away from Luna's pussy and gave it a tender kiss before licking her folds clean. Luna stroked my hair gently, almost lovingly. It felt so good to be in her arms, and I wanted to stay there forever. I pressed another kiss to her pussy before moving up to capture her breasts again. I took one nipple in my mouth, sucking on it gently before moving to the other, teasing it with my teeth. Luna moaned softly, her body still trembling from her orgasm.

I finally moved up and kissed her lips tenderly. She tasted herself on me, and she moaned as our tongues danced together. She held me close, her hands roaming my body. I felt so safe in her arms, and I never wanted to leave. I regretted that I hadn't spent as much time with her as I did initially when we started going at it.

"That was amazing," Luna whispered, smiling at me. "You're a real pro."

I grinned at her, pleased with myself. "Thanks, Luna. I was taught by the best. You're not so bad yourself."

"Oh please, you were in control the whole time. You had me at your mercy," Luna said, biting her lip.

I grinned and kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her lips on mine. We stayed like that for a while, kissing and cuddling, just enjoying each other's company. It was nice, and I loved being able to spend time with Luna like this.

But eventually, Luna had me bent over my desk, eating my ass, before plowing me with one of her strap-ons. While she was downstairs fetching it, I made sure to pause the recording and find the perfect angle to capture her perfect ass thrusting into mine. Reviewing the footage, I noticed that I also got a good shot of my ass rippling with each strike. What I would do with this footage, who knows. Probably I'd keep it for myself for later, but that gnawing exciting idea of putting everything at risk by posting it... No... that was too far. Luna would kill me.

*

I found myself sitting one morning in Sarah's car outside the Calhoun residence, a property that was once familiar to me but now was an isolated bubble of information beyond my reach. For now. Perhaps it was foolish of me to delve this close to it, but Kimberly was a magnet. I had made a few small precautions, however. I kept my distance, so much so that I needed a pair of binoculars. I used Sarah's car for a quick getaway should anything happen. She wouldn't need it anyway. She wanted to go shopping for some new clothes for the summer, but this was more important to me.

I saw Josh dribble a basketball while talking to Luna. I had no idea of what. My hands grew sweaty just looking at him. I hated how small I felt whenever I saw him. And yes, I had made precautions for him. Looking at the passenger seat, I had Sarah's handgun. A Glock given to her by her dad. It was just for self-defense if Josh should see me and decide that it was time to have a talk. I didn't want that. But it was just a precaution. I had no intentions of going to jail doing something stupid.

Moving my binoculars toward the main door, I saw Kimberly exit the house with a backpack. I hadn't seen her in some time. She responded to the idle chatting we had been doing, but it seemed to me like she knew to avoid the gym, and my other advances were shut down, so I had no way of meeting her physically. Not even in public places. I had half a mind to just enter their house, find her, pin her down, and have what was rightfully mine right then and there, but there was this huge dog still roaming around. Sometimes it was with Josh at the office, sometimes not. It was not a risk worth taking- to gamble that it wouldn't be there.

Kimberly was wearing a simple, but very short skirt that just covered her ass cheeks, with a white blouse. Her tan skin shone in the sun, and her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail. She looked beautiful and sexy, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her again. But I had to wait. Even from afar, I could see her hips sway as she walked over to Josh and Luna. My eyes locked on her ass, and I wished I could bury my face in it. Her pussy tasted like heaven, and her ass was even better.

She said something to them, and then they all hugged. Josh took the backpack, gave Kimberly a swat on her ass and went over to the garage. Kimberly said something to Luna, who shoved an elbow into her sister-in-law. Luna wasn't bad, either. A bit taller than me, silver blonde with a side cut. Fit and long, with a decent set of boobs. An ass one could sink ones teeth in. And she was also a bit of a freak, judging from what I had seen online. With time, I'd break her too. And then Linda.

I didn't really have any interest in those two other than using them for my revenge. Sure, they were both very beautiful and sexy, but Kimberly was the main course. Once I had her, I would be on my way to everything I ever wanted. My own harem of women, all willing to do anything for me, all addicted to my cock. And Josh would get what he deserved: humiliation and pain. That fucker needed to learn his place.

But it seemed like Josh was leaving, and I had no idea how long he would be away. I had fucked that up before. Of all the regrets I had, biding my time more was one of them. I'd probably have succeeded in taking Kim and breaking Josh if I hadn't been so eager. Hubris fucked me hard.

Doing a quick check on the phone, I saw that there was a flight heading to Florida later. I wasn't sure, but I suspected that Linda was down there. Her parents were, and I assumed she was down visiting them, at least based on what I knew. Was that where Josh was heading too? From what Kimberly had said, the two were quite close and he had missed her while she had been down there.

Well, if that was the case, maybe I could finally have some luck. If he was going to Florida, then he would likely be off for a few days at least. Plenty of time for Kimberly to be alone and grow frustrated. I knew it was never long between when she needed to be put in her place. Maybe I could make some progress on that front, then.

As I saw Josh drive past me, I ducked down. As always, he was oblivious and went on his merry way, at least driving a sensible car instead of that stupid Lamborghini of his. With him in the rearview window, I picked up my phone. I saw a text message from Sarah who was wondering when I'd be back with her car, but I ignored it. Instead, I decided to test the waters with Kimberly a bit. Lay some more groundwork for later.

'Hey sexy ;)' I wrote, trying to remain playful. 'What are you up to?'

It took a few minutes before she responded.

'Not much. Getting ready for some business trip for a few days,' she replied. 'What are you doing? Missing me yet?' Curious. She pushed back, choosing deliberately to tease me. I knew she thought she was developing a backbone, but that was of course nonsense.

'Always. doing anything exciting this weekend? u and Josh?' I asked, hoping I'd fish more about what he was up to.

'Nah. Josh is away, so I'll be here by myself when I get back,' Kimberly replied.

Perfect. He was gone at least until and for the weekend. 'damn, let me know if u feel lonely then,' I wrote.

'dont get any ideas,' she replied. I loved it when she showed resolve like this. She'd just be so much better when she had given in. 'i mean it.'

'Of course. No ideas here,' I said. 'Just a friendly offer.'

'Right. Sure,' Kimberly responded. 'I gotta go.'

I didn't reply, but I couldn't help but grin. Kimberly may have tried to pretend she didn't want it, but I knew better. I knew it was baby steps, but she had at least stopped ignoring me completely. As long as I kept talking to her, she would get used to me again. Often, I was just checking in on her, but sometimes I would push a little bit. Like when I asked her to meet me at the coffee shop, or how she had left my teasing picture with the base of my cock in it on 'seen' for a few minutes before scolding me, or how I had pushed her a bit when it came to visiting me at Sarah's apartment. Kimberly had even admitted that she thought of the times we had spent together before.

I knew it was a bit of a gamble to keep pushing, but I felt like she needed it. And it was fun to see how far I could push her. I also got a bit more information about Josh that way. She wasn't unhappy, perhaps, but I could tell if I pushed the right way, like before, I could perhaps cause some division. It wasn't that she said anything significant; it was the little things. Like how she talked about Josh missing Linda, how Kimberly had tried to be 'extra' good. That implied there was something awry. And I intended to take full advantage of that.

But was this nonsense about a business trip? I looked toward the house again. Kimberly said she had to go, but she was still in there somewhere. Had she just blown me off? I didn't like that. But no matter, I would have my way with her soon enough.

'What sort of work trip?' I asked her.

Several minutes passed before she responded.

'just some meetings. nothing fun,' she said. 'i need to pack and stuff and get going asap.'

'What about?' I asked.

'Some bullshit in Los Angeles. This sports agent has stopped communicating with us, and only wants to talk to me. he's a total creep,' Kimberly replied. Total creep? Why did she highlight that? He only wanted to talk with her? It was fairly easy to deduce what had been going on. Plus, knowing her endeavors on OnlyFans with that gym rat, well, I had a good idea of what Josh's oh-so-precious wife had done. 'He wants to meet up for drinks tomorrow.'

'What's his name?' I asked. Maybe I could use this for my own benefit. My confidence in my IT skills had diminished, but I still could fish around. If he was a creep like Kimberly said, maybe there was something out there.

'Vincent Flint. Why?' Kimberly replied.

'I'll look him up,' I said.

'What do you mean?' she replied. 'You'd do that for me?'

And there it was. Yes, I would do that for her, and she brought attention to it. She wanted me to know that it meant something to her.

'Of course,' I wrote.

'Well, thanks, Toby. That would be really nice of you,' Kimberly replied.

I smiled to myself. Progress. And I liked it when she used my actual name, especially in a grateful manner. With that in mind, I drove back home.

*

When I got home, I went straight to my computer. Vincent Flint. I looked him up on Google and found out he was a sports agent and had been a member of the board of directors for the California Athletic Commission. He had worked with a few high-profile athletes and celebrities over the years but mostly with upcoming talents. There were rumors online that he liked to coerce young female athletes, especially, only signing the ones who did things for him. If put in the same position, I guess I would perhaps consider doing the same. But from the girls that had rejected him, they never signed with anyone. He was just that powerful.

The rumors of him being a creep seemed to be true, and I found it fairly easy to get access to his social media accounts. It wasn't that difficult, really. His passwords were all the same. It was mostly a word and the same combination of letters, then a two-letter word combo of whatever social media it was: 'vincent123FB' on Facebook, 'vincent321IG' for Instagram, and so on.

And in his DMs, I could see all the chat logs of numerous girls he had invited for meetings, who later then scolded him when they hadn't abided by his wishes, but also from those who had done him favors. Regrets, some pestering him, and so on. It was easy, honestly. Too easy. But I got what I needed. I downloaded all his information and logged out of his accounts. It was probably enough for Kimberly to blackmail him.

I still had more time, though. It wasn't like I was in a rush to save Kimberly's dignity, but if I could avoid her caving to him, I'd do her a huge favor and further convince her that I was more trustworthy.

My phone beeped. A text message.

'hey?' It was from Sarah.

I looked at the clock. I had been on my computer for about five hours. I had half a mind of ditching Sarah, but I needed her apartment as a potential lair and as my place of operation until I had taken care of Josh. Though, having two women, even if Kimberly was the prize, would be nice too. And Sarah was very attractive and breedable, despite her lack of intelligence. But she was a bit clingy, and she was probably upset that I had just left with her car earlier without telling her anything when she needed it to go to the mall. I'd have to placate her a bit.

I decided to call her. Almost as predicted, she was upset I had taken her car. I was vague about what I needed it for, and telling it whatever I was doing took more time than I realized. She didn't take it well. Maybe a firmer hand was what needed with her. Or some cozying up to, at least for now.

"Hey, babe. Sorry, I haven't really been there lately," I said, playing dumb and feigning concern. "Why don't we spend the night together? No going out, just us two?"

Sarah hesitated before accepting. "By the way, have you seen my gun? Dad gave me that, and I really want to–"

"No worries, honey," I interjected before she could start ranting. "I'll make it worth it to you, I promise."

After ending the phone call, I quickly decided that after I'd have Kimberly, I'd have to most likely dump Sarah. She was nice to have around, and perhaps there were some uses fro her, but it was just too many factors to focus on. I had my mission to ruin Josh's wife, and I'd have to prioritize it above the small-minded Sarah. She was good enough to fuck, but she wasn't a player on the grand scale that I wanted to move through life with.

*

Driving down to Florida to meet Linda, I felt the slump of a depressive state that I had been in start to fade. Each mile was another inch from the mess I left in Courtington. At first, I felt I was leaving all my responsibilities, but as the road passed, I had the realization of moving closer to what I actually wanted. Money and success were all fine, but without peace at home or a sense of serenity, what was the point?

I'd have to make some decisions when I got back home, that was for sure, if I didn't make them during my trip. One thing was all the things I had been put through, that was partially my fault anyway, or at least I felt that it were, but Kim was hurting Linda as well, and it didn't seem like she was learning from her mistakes either. At least I believed Kim cared for Linda, she seemed to think it was a great idea for me to go down and visit her, to support her.

"And should anything go whatever direction," Kim had said, "then I want you to know that you have another green light. And no, not for any debauched reason."

She said those words, but I had to question if they really were the truth. I hated that I even doubted that. But I guess... if anything did happen, at least I was off the hook with her. However, if Linda and I were to, erh, have sex, then I didn't want it to be on Kim's terms. I wanted it to be our thing. And as a married man, I was not torn about that either. I'd play it as it goes, but if I were to sleep with Linda, I'd be her first man, and if she... was the assertive one, let's say, then she'd be my first in that regard.

I was scared of that prospect, too. Like, just the thought was quite intimidating. Linda was quite a force to be reckoned with, and I was curious, in the most positive way, that is, about what that meant for me. Would she be gentle? Would she fuck the shit out of me? Both prospects were things I was deadly insecure about it seemed, but I was equally intrigued, no, eager to explore what it meant to not be the 'top' in a relationship.

Flashes of Linda taking what she needed and giving me a hard spanking every time I started acting up filled my head. Her pushing me face down into her soft pillows which oozed of her feminine scent while she gently whispered me to be a good boy and do what she wanted me to do, in a sweet tone. Yeah, she'd probably fuck the shit out of me... And what a prospect that seemed! I felt myself grow rock hard almost instantly. I'd be helpless on the bed, feeling her sweat drip onto me and I would not be able to control a thing, not a damn thing. She'd have me lose complete control, and I'd love it, I knew it. I was scared of giving up so much control, but I also knew that power in the hands of Linda would be administered wisely. I trusted her completely. I knew I could give myself to her, and she'd never hold it against me, never abuse that control, and she'd certainly never shame me or make me feel like less.

"What was I even worried about?" I sighed to myself. It wasn't about some power dynamic where someone was dominant, and someone was submissive. We were equal, just that Linda wanted more control. She needed it, and over the weeks and probably months, I felt like I needed to give it to her. 

Fuck, the long drive made me realize just how much I hungered for her, and everything she had to offer me.

But I was scared to take that leap. And so was she. Part of us knew that once that happened, there was probably no way back. It would only add fuel to the flames, making our relationship more passionate and volatile, but at the same time, bringing us even closer than we were before. We would never go back to just being friends after that, no. We would have to admit something we both felt was there but something that felt impossible. But was it? Was it truly impossible?

Or perhaps I was just dreaming.

And why couldn't I want this loss of control to someone so utterly divine with Kim? Truth be told, from everything that had happened, I was scared she'd abuse that control, that she would use it to hurt me or to push her own agendas regardless of what was best for us or me.

Thinking it, even now, was painful. I knew what it meant. Just as I was scared to take that leap I hungered for with Linda, I was scared to take quite another leap with Kim that I had no appetite for. I couldn't even bring myself to think it. How could Kim treat me so badly after everything we had been through together? Couldn't she just accept my needs or respect when I said no? I knew we started this journey as a young couple that wanted to discover new things, and perhaps Kim was already bored and would eventually find herself manipulated into something 'fun' on the side regardless, but hadn't we gone far enough? Didn't we love each other enough not to hurt one another?

Enough wallowing in self-pity. Enough wallowing in how things weren't perfect. I knew that perhaps I wasn't perfect either. 

Instead of spiraling down these thoughts, though a few repeats were inevitable, I tried to remain distracted on my ride down to Florida.

I thought of Luna running the companies for me while I was gone. While I think perhaps she was daunted by the sheer amount of work that was, I was proud of her for trying and mostly succeeding. I could tell something was off when I headed out, but I knew whatever it was, it was something that Luna could handle. Kim would help out, too. I didn't expect her to move mountains, but even as she had stepped out of her role at the board and resigned her official roles with Entrendy and Calhoun Holdings, she stilled showed up to work now and then and did her thing.

Perhaps this was Kim turning a new leaf. After fucking up with Alex, other than the odd teasing, she had been pretty good, I had to say. And perhaps me visiting with Linda, if I could make things good and right, and if Kim was indeed turning better, perhaps, maybe in a perfect world, us three could live together. I really didn’t like how mopy and how unlike myself I had become once I didn’t have Linda in my life, but I also shared most of my life with Kim so I really didn’t like to even think about being… without her.

It was my mission to make it right, to make it work. I had to try, and as much for me as for them. To regain myself through them and be on top of my game for those around me. I shouldn’t think of the guilt, but rather the free restrain that Kim had given me. It shouldn’t be the curse I thought it was, that racked me with guilt. It could be something beautiful where we could be each other’s rocks. Maybe I was a bit idealistic, but I really hoped we could make the three of us at some capacity.

And if it was true what Luna and Amanda had said, that Linda was just here to to remain in the shadows of Kim and I’s ‘real’ relationship, I’d do what I could to make her not feel that way. If that meant calling her my girl, taking her on dates, and, yes, even sleeping with her like a partner should, I’d do that for her. With her. And take wherever that lead us. Kim had made it clear it was alright, and I was mentally prepping myself for that reality. First I’d include Linda, and I’d give it my all.

Then, if Kim was true to what she had said, we’d live us three in happy harmony. Could it really be that easy? I hoped so.

*

"That's right," Vincent groaned, pushing his hips to meet my face with his own thrust. "Show me why you're my special girl, Kimmy. Show me.."

"Yeah, you like this?" I groaned, pushing my mouth off his cock, holding just the head just on my tongue while jerking him, making him twitch and swell between my lips.

"I like that. I like it..."

"You like blackmailing other CEO's wives into doing whatever you want to do..." I continued, pulling the head into my mouth and massaging it with my lips, slowly lapping up and down with my tongue inside of the confines of my wet lips. The salty precum wasn’t as tasty as with Josh, Linda, or even Alex, but it made Vincent swell with eagerness and confident to have me remind him what he was doing to me while I serviced him.

"Speaking of which, mind if we take this a step further this time?" he groaned, his hand gripping my hair. He started thrusting into my mouth a bit harder, forcing his way deeper, his hips bucking. "Mind if I... Mmmm... If I bend you over the desk, spank you, pull your panties down, and slide my fat dick into that sexy pussy..."

He slid himself almost completely out of my mouth, giving me room to speak.

"If you promise to not ghost Luna like you've done... I'll consider it," I said. Why did I say that? Had the wrongness of being a slut behind my husbands back really numbed me that much? Was I so easy to persuade?

"I had to pull the plug. I needed that mouth of yours again," Vincent wheezed. He really had such a creepy, unsexy voice. His fat lips on such a weasley outlook and his pot belly didn't help either. Yet his fat cock was pulsating, red, angry, and ready to fuck the shit out of me, meanwhile Josh was thousands of miles away, unaware of what was happening. "And it worked, didn’t it?"

Vincent forced his way further into my mouth again before yanking himself away with a loud slurping noise, and letting me rise to my feet. Then he urgently pushed me toward his desk, roughly shoving stuff aside. I felt his hands force their way inside my skirt as he forcefully gripped and squeezed my ass. His rough, dirty fingers dug their way inside the crack, pulling my cheeks apart and then squeezing them again. I felt his finger slide up and down along my wet lips and asshole, teasing me.

"Mmmm, you're not wearing panties. Were you expecting this to happen, Kimmy?" Vincent asked, suddenly smacking my ass. His fat body pressed then against mine, making me feel his sticky heat. 

I could also feel his erection poke me between my butt cheeks, his breath tickled the back of my neck. His cold fingers reached between my shoulders and pushed me flat on the desk, making my breasts press flat onto the surface. The cold metal surface pressed against my hot skin, and I felt him tug my hips slightly backward until he was satisfied.

Then I closed my eyes, waiting for this creep to violate me, knowing that I would enjoy his assault, moaning while his fat slob shoved my marriage aside, making room for his pleasure. His greasy hands traced over the curves of my hips and squeezed my butt.

I groaned as he teased me with his fingers, letting him grope my ass greedily while I waited for the moment I had been looking forward to. The anticipation was incredible, knowing I was about to experience the intense pleasure of his hard cock deep inside me.

I shivered as he spanked my ass again and a cold finger was shoved into my pussy, feeling me up as it twisted around a bit before finally, with a squishing noise, being pulled out. Vincent then spread my legs further apart and pushed his way between them, lining his cock up with my pussy and thrusting it inside of me, wasting no time.

I moaned as I was filled with his girth and buried my head into the crook of my elbows. Vincent let out a guttural, primal grunt of pleasure as he hilted himself, the sensation of him stuffing me full, invading my pussy and sending waves of bliss through me.

I loved having a dick buried inside me and the pleasure it caused, and Vincent's rat-like grunts only served to egg me on, the realization that I was going to have my brains fucked out by my blackmailer sending a surge of heat through me.

As his hands cupped and caressed my ass, I couldn't help but cherish every single portion about this that was wrong. Him being a scum-bag, me sleeping behind Josh's back again, me being into getting railed by such a slug-like creep. He had his way in almost every single sense and I didn't regret it one bit. Instead, I bit my lower lip and pushed my ass back to greet him, driving his cock back further until I could feel him pulse.

The scent of Vincent filled my nose, a mixture of old, rotted peppermint, used napkins, and an underlying musky smell of old cologne and sweat. It was revolting, but I savored every moment of it, just as much as I savored his fat dick slamming my insides, stretching me so nicely. Not bigger than Alex or even Josh, but certainly wide enough to making me coo. Each thrust was so debased and wrong the slow realization made my heart skip a beat and a pulse travel down through my chest and into my groin.

"God, you're so damn tight and wet," he grunted as his pelvis collided with my ass, over and over, driving me further onto the desk, almost making me loose my footing. A fresh wave of pleasure and a moan escaped my lips every time he bucked his hips into me, his cock making lewd noises as it pistoned in and out of my pussy. "Damn, baby."

"Don't forget to, ugh, talk to Luna," I grunted. While I loved it, I had no trouble communicating our transaction.

"I never agreed to that," Vincent wheezed, slapping my ass too hard for my liking, it almost hurt, yet I couldn't help but enjoy his abuse of my flesh.

"Wait... But–" I protested, only getting a hard buck from his hips and another slap. It wasn't hard enough for a complaint, but enough to be noticeable. "Please..."

"It's not that easy, Kimmy," Vincent panted, his voice low and hoarse. "You've been such a bad girl that I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson."

As he spoke, he pulled out, leaving only the tip of his cock inside me, and began to slowly slide himself back inside me. Every inch was pure ecstasy, his thick shaft stretching my insides as it went. It was amazing, but I needed more.

"You said you would," I grunted. 

"I didn't. You said you'd consider it if I didn't ghost that stuck-up bitch, but I never said yes," Vincent growled. He pulled himself out of my pussy again, making me shiver in anticipation. "I just bent you over, and you let me. Now, are you gonna let me keep fucking you or what?"

The fact that he was right pissed me off. That's exactly what happened. I never demanded that he honor our agreement, I just went along with it. What was wrong with me? Was I that much of a slut? Or was I really that dumb? Or maybe it was that I wanted to get fucked so bad that I didn't care? Whatever it was, I wanted it. I wanted him to keep fucking me. I wanted to be his little slut.

"Yes... I'm sorry..." I whined.

"That's what I thought," he growled.

His cock pressed against my entrance, teasing it before slipping back inside me, eliciting a moan from us both. He slid himself deeper until his hips were flush with mine. He stayed there for a moment, letting me feel his entire length, and then he slowly began to pull out before rolling his hips forward again. The sensation was incredible, and I felt my eyes roll back into my head as I moaned in delight. Vincent took his time, gently sliding in and out of me while caressing my ass.

I knew it wouldn't last, though. Soon, the slow and steady movements became more aggressive. He gradually increased the intensity until his cock was plowing into me like an animal, fucking me relentlessly. The slapping sound of flesh colliding filled the room, only drowning out the sound of us both moaning in pleasure. It was ecstasy, and I felt my mind dissolve as my body was ravished, only registering the pleasure and the sensations.

"Ready to be taught a lesson?" he grunted into my ear. I was to into it, or out of it, to fully register what he said, but I could sense a sharpness in his words, even above the lust.

Then, without a warning or asking permission, his hand was in my hair and he yanked my head up with a violent thrust. I yelped in surprise, feeling him not give a shit. That only seemed to make him more ravenous, too.

"Gonna. Teach. You. A. Lesson," Vincent wheezed as I met his vicious thrusts. He was fucking the shit out of me, making me his bitch, and I was loving every single second. He let go of my hair and his slick cock dragged out of me. "Turn around," he commanded.

Doing so, he bent me back and pinned my arms to the top of his desk. I looked up and met his eyes as his mouth curved into a grin. His face was slick with sweat, his greasy hair hanging over his face. It was so primal, so wrong, so thrilling to see him like this.

Then I watched as he guided his cock, wet with my arousal, towards my entrance. With one smooth motion, he pushed himself back inside me with one hard, slow thrust. He grunted as he hilted himself, a smile forming on his lips, before he pulled his hips back and repeated the process. I groaned loudly as my pussy was once again stuffed with his cock, stretching it out and hitting the sensitive spots inside me. His pace was steady and deliberate, and each stroke sent me toward an orgasm that had been brewing since he had bent me over and started to fuck me.

I met his thrusts as much as I could, relishing every moment as my vision was flooded by bursts of colors. He kept a tight grip on my wrists and drove his cock deeper and faster, the desk moving underneath us, squeaking, and groaning as if it would break. His breathing grew heavier, and he started to pound into me hard, losing himself as his grip on my wrists tightened and he grunted. I gasped at the new, harsher thrusting and moaned at how my pussy seemed to accommodate, still fucking loving every single hard motion.

But then he surprised me as his hands suddenly released my wrists, leaving my arms freed. My first instinct was to wrap them around his torso and hang on, not letting him escape. I gripped him tightly, and he rewarded my efforts with a long, deep kiss. His tongue danced in my mouth, exploring the cavern and entwining with mine. This greasy fuck was making out with me, and it was so sureally hot.

After that brief break, his hands slid to my hips and he resumed his fervor in fucking me. He used my hips for leverage, gripping them so tight that his fingertips dug painfully into the soft flesh. Then, satisfied with his grip on the side of my ass, his left hand crept up to my wrist again, pinning it above me. This position made him almost lay flat on top of me.

But it just seemed to excite me even more as he filled me as much as he crushed me under his weight, and his cock was hitting just the right spot. My orgasm built more and more. His thrusts intensified and the pain in my wrists and the pain in my ass from his fingers increased. So did the vigor of him sucking on my lips with his fat wormy lips, his tongue uncontrollably chasing mine.

Then everything broke in me. Waves upon waves crashed against me and I felt my mind shutting off while he pounded into me, his eyes fixated on me. And I fixed my eyes on him too. Everything blurred together and the sounds muffled.

Vincent Flint wasn't an attractive guy at all, but it didn't matter, because in that moment, this unflattering, fat, smug bastard was doing to me what he probably had done to countless other poor girls, and what was I doing? Letting him do so, enjoying it, loving it. My body reacted to it on autopilot, letting it all out.

"Oh fuck yeah. Fuck," I heard him say as he slowed down a tiny bit. And then his movements grew jagged and erratic, his hands tightening their grip around my wrist and on my ass. 

I knew what was coming, and the thought that it would be happening inside me sent a shiver of joy through me. There was something so dirty and naughty about it, but I knew it would send me into another dimension. I wanted to experience his seed inside me, marking me and owning me, filling my fertile womb with his potent sperm. I could feel my insides coax him, urging him to fill me. It was perhaps my instinct reacting, but I still guided me straight into stupidity.

His hips started bucking wildly, his cock twitching inside of me. I knew it was a matter of time now, if I didn't stop him. I tried my best to prolong the moment as much as possible. I dug my nails into his back, squeezing him and pulling his sweat-covered body closer.

"Fuck," he gasped, burying himself deep.

I moaned as his hips met mine and stayed there. I could feel his cock twitching inside me, his balls pressing against my ass cheeks, sending ripples of excitement coursing through my veins. We were so close, I was in such a position of giving in to what was about to happen. The pleasure washed over me as his load started pumping out of his shaft, and deep into my waiting pussy.

"Oohhh.." I groaned, pulling him in deeper, our lips crashing together, tongues dancing. Our orgasms melding.

Vincent's body convulsed slightly as his cock throbbed with each spurt, and my body tensed up with every surge of his. Every drop of him that entered me was like another tiny burst of fireworks going off inside of me, lighting me up from within.

He pushed me past that plateau, sending me hurtling over the edge, making me climax so hard that I nearly blacked out, the entire world seeming to turn white, everything tensing up, almost like an out-of-body experience. Vincent grunted through his nose as he broke our deep lip lock. He held me tightly, squeezing me so tight I felt my spine was gonna snap, and just pumped more and more of his load into me. My own fluids mixed with his, pooling onto the desk, dripping down between my cheeks, and onto the floor.

"Shit!" I gasped, my own orgasm prolonged by the way Vincent's cock seemed to spasm and spew into me. "Shit. That's so... Just like that, Vincent. Don't stop. Please. Ooohh..."

He didn't stop. Vincent hooked his hands under my knees and pressed me up so that my lower back slightly lifted from the desk, then gave me small, deep thrusts, barely pulling back an inch or two before slowly pushing back in. He looked so intense and almost in deep concentration on his task. I enjoyed the tender, deeper strokes, letting myself experience everything I could about what was happening, the primal urgency no longer the only thing in my brain.

I watched his eyes closed shut and his jaw tremble from the effort as I slowly, gently, came back to this world and I relaxed on my back.

I could feel his cum still filling me up, his warmth spreading from my core, to my belly, to my chest. And like that, in the middle of being filled, I was just another one of Vincent's girls that were no different from anyone else. I was just another slut. But it didn't matter at that moment. He had done what I had craved and what I had loved. Which was serving as another man’s breeding ground, apparently. How fucked was I?

For some reason, he stayed buried inside me after that, though, not pulling out, and I kept him there for a bit too. His heavy, fat body covering me and his nasty musk lingering in the air, and on me. It made me want to throw up, and yet here I was, not even letting him withdraw. In a way, the smell was also the perfect finish to the whole experience and fit my feelings well.

"You're a little slut, aren't you, Kimmy," he finally gasped. I nodded with my chin pressed to his shoulder.

Slowly, Vincent's body started to relax, and his grip loosened as he sank into the embrace. I could tell he was exhausted from the way he gasped for breath, his heart beating loudly in my ears. The intensity of the orgasm had taken me off-guard, and it felt strange, being so intimate with a complete stranger, but I couldn't deny the satisfaction and contentment. Maybe it was the situation more than anything. I didn’t even think Vincent was bigger than Josh.

He withdrew his semi-erection with a content groan, letting it pop out and the cool air meet the warm flesh. His seed seeped down and onto his desk, making a small mess. With a gasp of both relief and worry, I realized my mistake and sat up.

Millions of Vincent's warm, wet baby makers swirled inside me, most likely eager to have me pregnant. His sperm was swimming in me, ready to impregnate me and further my adultery.

"Looks like that'll have to be it," Vincent grunted, slapping my ass. His smirk was degrading and contemptuous.

I slowly lowered my head back down to the cool desk. I was numb to the wrongness of what I was doing, after everything I had done with Alex, and Vincent, for that matter, this was trifle compared. Yet, I felt defeated. Drained of energy. Empty and void of happiness.

"Not to be a complete asshole but I have a meeting..." Vincent said, being just that, an asshole.

"Right," I said. Silently, I hiked up my pants and straightened my blouse. Even now could I feel his cum slowly seep out, now doubt leaving long streaks of crust along my inner thighs.

I had put my phone on silent when I entered my meeting with Vincent so as not to be distracted, but saw now that I had received a series of messages from Toby about five minutes ago. Maybe while Vincent was fucking me over his desk.

'i added a few chat logs for your meeting wiht V. theres more where that came from,' Toby wrote. I raised an eyebrow before downloading what turned out to be several chat logs with different girls that Vincent had threatened and coerced into silence after they accused him of some pretty horrible acts. Jeez, what kind of sleaze bag truly was this guy?

And why couldn't Toby have sent it before I got involved with this sort of monster? I had let the guy cum in me for fucks sake! I had let the guy cum in me for fucks sake! This could have been prevented! Angry and frustrated, I drew in sharply to regain my composure.

What did Toby want me to do with this? Blackmail Vincent like he had done with those girls in those chatlogs? Maybe that was how it worked in this business. The whole ‘metoo’ movement was an outcome of underhanded dealings like this. Would I really add myself to that sort of strategy?

I also found it, erh, flattering? I'm not sure if that is the right word for how I felt, but Toby had helped me out here quite a lot, and from the sounds of it, there was plenty more where this came from. Was he looking out for me, or did he want to use this as leverage with me? Did he think this would get him closer to me? That him being my knight in shining armor would earn him a reward?

"Erh, Vincent?" I said. How would I even go about this? I'd have to tread this with confidence. Vincent had to know that I wasn't joking, or that I wasn't some child-like girl that would give up easily. But how could I blackmail him? This sort of stuff wasn't really my thing. "So... I might have a thing for you."

"Yeah?" he said, raising an eyebrow and grinning.

"Ahem, I mean, I may need you to take a look at these chat logs," I said. The look on his face was one of pure realisation and horror. Then I suddenly felt it. Power. A dark joy flung through me so thoroughly that I thought I'd elevate. 

"I have no idea what you're... talking about," he began, almost as if on instinct.

"I can send these to the press, the police, the board..." I threatened.

"What do you want?" he said, rounding the desk as if to put some distance between us. Or perhaps he saw it as a power move. Man in the chair, woman here to serve his wishes.

"You will cease your communications with me, unless prompted otherwise, and I want you to have a friendly, unsinister relationship with  Luna," I started. But I felt so powerful watching him quiver, I pushed on. "I know it is arbitrary perhaps, but you'll just have to be a good boy. Will you be a good boy for momma?"

"Fuck off," Vincent groaned. He's cogs seemed to turn. To oil his machinery, I put my phone on the table, turned it and pushed it towards him. His rat-like eyes darted down toward the phone. 

The fact that he didn't pick it up spoke of how real the content was. And to think this creep had minutes earlier dumped a fat load inside of my unprotected body. It seemed like a lifetime ago, even now, and probably due to the change of events. My mind raced. I started to wonder how deep this rabbit hole went. What more would Toby find? Would I continue using this to my advantage? How far could I push Vincent?

"I'm sure the police would love to see this," I said, waving my hand dismissively.

"No," he said. He leaned back, trying to compose himself, though I saw his hands shaking. "I will comply."

"Good boy," I grinned. "Now, one more thing before we wrap this up..."

"What?" Vincent said, his voice breaking slightly.

"Well, I do believe you need to apologize to Luna," I said, crossing my arms.

He didn't say anything for several moments. He just stared at me. Finally, he nodded. But I wanted more. Even now. I was always so submissive, now that I had power, I couldn't get enough. It had been like that the last time I hooked up with Luna, and the few times I pushed Josh around, or perhaps it was similar in how I could so easily destroy everything by my reckless actions. I coul grow addicted to this, and that scared me.

"Down," I said, nodding to the ground before me.

Vincent didn't hesitate, though I could tell he was fighting against it. He slowly slid out of his chair and crawled on all fours toward me. He stopped in front of me, looking up at me with fear in his eyes. For a moment, I wished it was Josh crawling towards me, with his destiny at my mercy. But I shoved that thought away and focused on Vincent.

"Open your mouth," I commanded. Vincent did as he was told, and I grabbed him by the back of the head, pulling him closer. He didn't resist as I forced his face between my legs. "Now lick."

Vincent began licking, cleaning up his own mess as I watched him with a mixture of disgust and excitement. I had never imagined doing anything like this, but here I was. And I enjoyed it. Either Vincent was a filthier animal than I knew, or the extent of the chat logs was worse than I knew. What had Toby stumbled upon? 

With a fleeting thought of posting on my OnlyFans page should I feel like it, I picked up my phone, propped it up on Vincent's desk, and started filming me fucking his mouth with gentle but determined gyrations, my folds leaking with this mans mess.

I had found a new hobby.

*

I expected to feel good for helping out Kimberly, but as I stared at the folder of this Vincent's behavior documented through chat logs and some confirming texts from the man himself, all I felt was some sort of weird satisfaction abstract of the fact that this was for her. Because to me, helping her out was for me. In the long run, I had done her a favor. She'd be grateful and ease up on me. She'd perhaps see that she wanted me in her life, and that Josh wasn't enough to satisfy her. She needed me, too.

The incident with Vincent, while I wasn't clear on the details, and the stint with this douchebag in her videos, was also a signal of Kimberly's state of mind. Cheating on her husband wasn't so far removed as I might have thought, though the stigma of our past certainly was a hinderance.

And should all else fails, I could simply blackmail Kimberly. Blackmail the blackmailer, heh. Or simply force my will.

But luring her into Sarah's apartment and seducing her would taste so much better. Victory, I could feel it.

I wondered what the next step could be. In return for my favor, perhaps I should ask something from her in return. A new pair of her used underwear? Maybe. I didn't think it could be physical. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps something that showed me that she was committed to me, even if it was just a little bit. 

"You're going too deep," Sarah complained, breaking my train of thought. "Ouch. Ow."

"Just relax, will you?" I grunted, shoving my cock further down her ass. "I'm close," I lied.

Sarah twisted and tensed around my shaft, giving me my dues for taking her out for the night. It wasn't often I went out of pocket, but having borrowed her gun and her car, I guess I had to offer something in return. The cute girl was in the skies, all the way until we got home. Then it was time for me to break her.

It was nothing grand in the scope of things, and this was nothing more than me getting off. After I was done, she'd lay there for half an hour before disappearing into the shower, then curl up with her daddy and abondonment issues to keep her company. It was sort of sad really. Though, she was useful enough to use. And tonight, I used her ass, in full length. And what a fuckable piece of ass she had! I thought of how that might compare to Kimberly. Though that was a pleasure I had never gotten to enjoy. Not yet.

I stared down at the back of Sarah's head. She had even dyed her hair black like I had asked her to. And as suspected, she was a close 3 compared to a Kimberly who was an obvious 10, but it made due.

"Are you... close?" she whimpered as I slowed down a tiny bit. Her attempt to stay calm in the heat of my invasion was nice.

"Very."

She clenched herself, making me grin, as I grabbed her shoulders and plunged in deep. She tried to relax, but it didn't matter.

"Yes. Just like that," I gasped. A small tremor passed through me, signaling that I'd blow my load sooner than I originally hoped. Sarah's tiny whimpers egged me on so well. I wondered what I'd actually do with the girl when my end goals would be fulfilled. Keep her as a toy? Fuck off and leave her to wallow in despair. That's a mean thing to do to a human. But then again, I was an asshole. "You're still on the pill, right?"

"Yeah," Sarah moaned. "After that time you almost knocked me up..."

"D... don't talk like that," I said. I almost lost my shit. Damn. 

Slowly, I dragged myself out, lined up with her pussy, and pushed in again. Sarah and I both moaned as I sheathed myself again, finding that this was a more favorable hole for her as well. The tip of my cock tickled the entrance of her womb and she bucked beneath me. I kept her pressed flat while I rode her out until I finally shot rope after rope of semen deep into her, emptying out my nuts with a growl.

After, I threw her aside perhaps with more callousness than I should have, and went to my own thoughts. Perhaps my negligence of Sarah was a misscalculation, come to think of it. It wasn't her fault that I meant to her more than she meant to me. And besides, perhaps there were still some use for her, other than a place to bring Kimberly away from her own comforts. 

Kimberly might have relinquished her position at Josh's company, but perhaps there was some way to get Sarah hired as clerk or something. She'd become another vector of information. Perhaps I could have her spy on what was going on with Josh and Kimberly or something. If there was strain or tear, I'd be able to use it for my leverage. Or perhaps I could sow some doubt within the marriage. Not knowing was torture, and while Kimberly slipped up and told me bits and pieces, I didn't really know the full picture. But did it matter? 

Either way, I suspected that there was something, why else would Kimberly choose to do all this underhanded business from underneath Josh's nose? From cheating to speaking to me. But what was it? Was she just simply a breedable slut?that either way, but yeah, shoot.