A short erotic story by Elle Carson

Malice by Elle Carson
Malice by Elle Carson
Text Copyright © 2015 Elle Carson All Rights Reserved
Text Copyright    2015 Elle Carson All Rights Reserved
“I'm not sure if these fertility shots are working, Kaelin,” Ashley complained to me, settling down into her sofa with a soft grunt. I noted her new rolls poking out over the tops of her jeans, and smiled to myself. Cow. “You have to give them time to work,” I soothed her, rubbing her hand. “You can't just expect overnight results.” “I just feel so strange.” Her brow knitted, and I saw she was on the verge of tears. “I swear my breasts are getting smaller.” Her hand strayed to her tits and cupped them, and I saw that they were, indeed, smaller. I hid my gleeful smile behind my hand as I pretended to be shocked at their greatly diminished size. It was happening far more quickly than expected. Her skin was becoming increasingly worse as well, and acne raged across the surface of her once perfectly clear porcelain skin. She had been a great beauty, trim and fit. We actually met at the gym, while I was in the middle of losing weight after a pretty awful break up. I'd loved him so much, but he said he couldn't be attracted to a woman who looked like me, and I took it pretty hard. Ashley was right there for me, though. She was a trainer at the gym, and we bonded over my journey to become a different person. It wasn't until much later I discovered what a backstabbing cunt she was. “Shouldn't they be getting bigger? And I checked the internet, my skin is supposed to be clearing up.” She poked at her face a bit, showing me her skin in detail. I peered at her with pretend worry, silently congratulating myself on this turn of events. Everything was going so well. “Ashley, you know you can't believe everything you read on the internet. Hormones are strange things! You never know how you'll react to these sorts of drugs. The side effects are alarming, sure, but think of the potential pay off. Don't you want to be able to give Jake a child?” She closed her eyes and sighed. “Of course I do. I want that more than anything. I can feel him drifting lately, and I'm so scared-” Her voice cut off as she choked back a sob, and I kept myself from smiling. Her obvious pain was everything I could have hoped for and more. “He doesn't even want to touch me. This weight gain is ridiculous, and I have no idea where it's all coming from. I didn't change anything about my eating and exercise, and yet here I have an extra thirty pounds just clinging to me. Look at all this! I'm disgusting! My skin is bad, I'm fat, I can't have a baby, and in the shower this morning my hair fell out in a big clump!” She was shouting now, and I rubbed her back in small circles, murmuring in her ear to try to keep her calm. It wouldn't do if Jake came home and found his wife crying with me. She calmed down eventually, and I heard the crunch of heavy work boots outside the door. As it opened, I stood, positioning myself within a direct line of sight and angling my body to display to maximum benefit. He briefly greeted his wife from the hallway and ignored me, heading to the kitchen. “Ash, you want a drink? I'll go make you one. Vodka cranberry?” “You're the best, Kae. Love you forever.” She squeezed my hand as I left. I padded on silent feet into the kitchen, sneaking up behind Jake to trail my hand along his lower back while he stood at the counter, making a light snack. “Shouldn't Ash be doing that for you?” I murmured. “Things have been really hard on her lately, Kae. You know that.” His words were that of a devoted husband, but I could hear the disgust in his voice. It was hard to love a cow like her.
   I m not sure if these fertility shots are working, Kaelin,    Ashley complained to me, settling down into her sofa with...
“Yes. It must be hard not being able to fulfill her role as a woman.” I forced my tone to be sympathetic, and cast my eyes downward. He slammed a glass down on the counter and I jumped. He turned to face me, and I lifted my eyes slightly to meet his. I loved his eyes. They were deep and soulful, a pale hazel that I loved to stare into and pick out all the different colors. I watched with glee as they dropped from my face to my tits, and the anger melted from them. I stepped closer to him, placing a hand along his face and doing my best to appear like a concerned friend. “This must be so hard for you. I know you always wanted kids.” Jake slumped, and I moved even closer, his arms closing around me. I pressed my hips into his and felt his cock straining hard against his pants. I ground them into him lightly, making small sounds of pleasure. He pushed me away and held me at arm's length. “Why do you hang around my wife, Kae?” he asked, his voice tight. “She's my best friend.” I shrugged, sending a ripple across my flesh that completely distracted him. “That's not the only reason, and you know it. She has no idea the two of us were ever—you know.” I did know. I knew perfectly damned well he hadn't told his pretty little blonde wife we had dated years ago. I hadn't told her either, since I couldn't risk her telling me not to come around anymore and possibly moving away with him, taking him out of my reach. If she was in the dark, I was free to come and go as I pleased in their house. It gave me opportunities like this. “Don't you ever think about me? I've changed so much.” I ran a hand up his arm, cocking my head at him. My lips formed a perfect pout, their thickness standing out against my fair skin. I saw his eyes linger there, and I knew he was thinking about sliding his cock between my lips and down my throat. He knew how good I was and how deep he could go with me. My hand strayed further downward and brushed the top of his jeans, and he jerked away. I pulled away casually, turning to the fridge to get what I needed for Ashley's drink. I found their shaker, a tool I frequently used in this house when I fixed her drinks for her, and vigorously shook the cranberry juice and vodka. It was probably unnecessary, but it did set my tits to bouncing in a very distracting manner, which is exactly what I needed to get his attention back on me. I knew what he liked to see. He watched the entire time I made her drink, his eyes flicking over to me from what he was doing. My eyes never leaving him, I dipped a finger in her drink and sucked it slowly, moaning slightly as I left the room. I knew without looking that he watched me walk away. “Ash baby, I have your drink. You need me to get you your meds from the doctor this week? I'm heading out that way tomorrow for a filler,” I pouted my full lips at her and made kissing sounds, and she laughed. “If you wouldn't mind. Thank you so much for doing that for me.” She held my hand briefly. “You want to stick around and eat dinner with us?” “Girl, you know I don't eat anything after seven.” I patted my flat stomach. “I have to go home and shave anyway. Job requirements and all that.” She shook her head at me. “I don't know how you can do that stuff, to be honest.” I shrugged and gave her a wicked grin. “Stripping makes me feel desirable. I like having all
   Yes. It must be hard not being able to fulfill her role as a woman.    I forced my tone to be sympathetic, and cast my ...
those eyes on me. I didn't get this done for nothing.” I gave Jake a look as I said the last bit, raising my brows at him. He shuffled his feet uncomfortably. “Gotta go, though. See you later, sweetpea!” With that, I headed out the door. I had no interest in sticking around to see him pretend to be the sweet, loving man that cow didn't deserve. **** I didn't really need to shave. I'd had all my hair lasered off years ago, as part of my transformation to becoming a perfect woman. I did want to soak in the tub and admire myself, however. I ran the bath while I stood in front of the mirror and checked my skin. I removed all my makeup and prodded my lips carefully, checking to make sure they were still plump. I did need to pay a visit to my wonderful doctor tomorrow and get them looked at. The bottom one was losing volume and I couldn't have that. I must be perfect at all times. Ashley had known me before my transformation from a short, round, plain woman into the statuesque beauty I was today. When Jake broke up with me, I lost it. I considered killing myself, but after spending a lot of time looking into how to go about it, I decided it would be easier to simply live a completely different life than end this one. Besides, if I died, I didn't stand a chance at getting him back. I set about turning myself into what I am now. The weight was the first to go, with a combination of diet, exercise, and liposuction. The diet and exercise did most of it, and took the longest, but the lipo helped to reshape my figure into the astonishing wasp-waisted form it was now. My tits were next, and I was thinking of going even bigger in a few months. They were monstrous things, and I had to have my bras custom made. The bath water was warm and soapy, and just starting to fill enough that I could sink into it and be comfortable. This was the first time I'd been able to take a submerged bath in quite a while, since I'd had my butt and hips done a few months back. While they were healing I had to restrict myself to showers. It was fine. It was all worth it for the cause. Ashley had been right there with me, every step of the way. She didn't fully understand my reasons, but she supported me in achieving my dream body. She firmly believed if I looked the way I felt inside I could finally find happiness. I had no idea she was dating my Jake, and she didn't either. Then one day, she told me she was getting married. I was so happy for her, I cried. I remembered her telling me. She glowed that day, so excited to start her life with her new man. I'd pestered her for details until she showed me pictures of him on her phone, and I almost fell off the treadmill. It was him. It was Jake. It was the man who'd broken my heart, and I was desperately redesigning myself to please. I would know his face anywhere. He still wore the same glasses, even. His hair had gained a few grays, but it made him look even sexier. My hands slipped over my breasts, and my eyes closed. I imagined his hands around her throat, choking her, her face turning lovely shades of blue and purple while I stood behind him to reach around and stroke his cock. I would whisper sweet things in his ear, and promise to be with him forever and always be what he wanted me to be.
those eyes on me. I didn t get this done for nothing.    I gave Jake a look as I said the last bit, raising my brows at hi...
I wanted to rub his cock until he came all over her purple face, the cum dripping down from her cheeks and mouth while she gasped her last. She didn't deserve him. The first year they were married, they tried so hard to have children. By the second year, they had largely given up hope on ever conceiving naturally, and they were looking into fertility treatments. They were far too expensive for them to afford, however, and that's when I came up with my plan. I've met quite a few doctors during my transformation. It was easy to convince her I could get her fertility drugs under the table at low cost. I asked for a copy of her medical records to show my “guy,” and the stupid cunt agreed. She's so trusting. Of course I'm not giving Cuntley fertility drugs. Why aid my enemy when I can destroy her, instead? It was easy to get what I needed. So, so easy. My doctor is a man, and you'd be amazed what lengths men will go to in order to make me happy now. It's almost sickening how good I am at getting what I want. Ashley will believe anything I tell her, too, so there's no need to go to great lengths with a lie. I just tell her I shouldn't really be doing this, and she can't go to a doctor about any strange side effects. I told her I'd relay all that information to my doctor and he would advise me in how to help her. She's really a pretty dumb bitch. Who knew overdosing on testosterone could have such dramatically awful affects on a woman's body? I ran my hands over my body, admiring my smooth, supple skin and curving hips. Now, I thought, I am perfect. Satisfied, I dunked my head under the water and soaked my hair. It fell in a straight sheet to my waist, a shining blonde waterfall. I briefly considered masturbating in the tub, then thought I should wait. I wanted to hold out for a few days before I let anything touch my pussy. It should be Jake who broke my dry spell. **** “Thank you so much for doing this,” Ashley gushed as I prepared her “fertility” injections. The first time I brought them over she was too squeamish to inject herself, so I did it for her. Now I do it every time, and I'll admit to taking a perverse delight in personally administering the drug that drives her husband away and into my arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch as the needle slid into her thigh. It left a tiny red mark on her dimpled flesh, and my mouth pouted in a sensuous smile. I slapped her thigh lightly and watched it jiggle, noting with satisfaction that it looked like a rippling wave of cottage cheese. My own thighs were as firm as smooth plastic. “Of course, Ashley. You know I'd do anything for you.” Jake was watching us from the other side of the room, his eyes locked on me as I stood from my squatting position on the floor the same way I would stand up onstage. I knew he was thinking about fucking me from behind. “I just wish they weren't making me so fat,” she lamented. I murmured an agreement. Jake stood and joined his wife on the sofa, sliding a protective arm around her. “Everything you're doing is to have a baby with him. A little fat is forgivable, I think.” But the look I shot him over her head was one of exasperation. I mouthed the word “lazy” at him and rolled my eyes.
I wanted to rub his cock until he came all over her purple face, the cum dripping down from her cheeks and mouth while she...
“Hey, Ash, I'm going running Saturday. You should come with me. We can go around the lake, like old times. Maybe we'll get some drinks after? We can make a girl's day of it.” “I don't know,” she began, but he interrupted her. “Maybe that might help you feel better, baby. I know you haven't been yourself since you gave up the gym. Some exercise would be good for you.” He rubbed her arm and kissed her neck so she wouldn't think he was calling her fat, but I knew the truth. It was hard to look at me and think she was attractive. “We can walk it if you don't feel up to running. Is that hip still bothering you?” She touched it gingerly. Her hip had been displaced last year in a strange fall she didn't quite remember. The poor thing had been so drunk one night that a gentle push down the stairs sent her tumbling and required a trip to the emergency room. I, of course, ran to get her help when I saw her condition. I'm so proud of the fact that I held my laughter in. It would have been far more difficult to convince the doctors of my story otherwise. It wouldn't have mattered, anyway, if they had suspected me. Her blood alcohol levels were dangerously high that evening, thanks to a few choice drinks I insisted she have. It was a celebration, after all. Her first year anniversary! All of the neighbors and our friends showed up, and everyone saw her fall on her ass. No one noticed me, of course. I was too busy flirting with a nearby man in front of Jake. I'd been close to her before she fell, obviously, but there wasn't a soul who could say for certain I'd pushed her. That was the beginning of the end, for her. It turns out she naturally has a body type that tends toward fatness unless she goes to extremes to keep it maintained, and having a bum hip greatly restricted her ability to work out. What a shame. What a reversal of fortunes we've had, she and I. Here I am with my perfect, wasp-waisted silhouette, and here she is with the rough shape of an apple on a stick. “I guess it should be alright if we're walking.” She didn't sound so sure. I shrugged. “I'll bring the car along, so if we get tired we'll just walk back and go do something else. Either way, we've got to get you out of this house for a bit. Going to work doesn't count as going out, by the way.” “You should go, babe. I'll get some work done in the nursery while you're gone.” I raised my eyebrows over her head at him. He ignored me steadily, and continued to rub Ashley's arm. I wondered how he could stand to touch her. I was tired of watching this, and getting impatient. I stood. “Look, I'll come pick you up on Saturday. You better be ready to go with me!” I was playing the part of the friend who motivated her friends to work out, now, the way she used to motivate me. She looked up at me with gratitude in her eyes, and for half a second I almost felt bad for what I was doing to her. It passed quickly. I left, and tried to quash the raging jealousy I was filled with as I watched him kiss her neck and murmur encouragements in her ear.
   Hey, Ash, I m going running Saturday. You should come with me. We can go around the lake, like old times. Maybe we ll g...
**** The sun was bright on Saturday, and it seemed to me even the weather approved of my plans for the day. Ashley and I were stretching at the beginning of the path, and men who passed by completely ignored her in favor of staring at my ample rear and tits. I stretched my arms over my head, pouting at them as they passed. I wasn't really able to properly smile anymore, since the last round of collagen injections. It didn't matter, as my mouth looked like a plump, wet pussy, and men don't care about smiling when even your mouth looks fuckable. She started out okay, but after a few minutes Ashley flagged and became visibly tired. I goaded her on further, pushing her to her utmost. I needed her on the verge of exhaustion. “Come on, Ash. You know he hates those wiggly thighs. Get your fat ass in motion and pick up the pace,” I barked, enjoying the look of hurt on her face. I smiled to make her believe I said it only as harsh motivation. “You can be a real bitch, Kae,” she huffed, breathing raggedly between each word. She kept up, though, and secretly I admired her sudden show of tenacity. It was more fun to take her down if she was clawing her way back up. Kicking her while she was at her lowest point would be more fun that way. I jogged behind her, shouting insults at her to keep her moving. I watched her ass jiggle in ways I hadn't thought possible, and pictured it being cracked with a sharp whip, the white skin laying open in welts. I would criss-cross them up her back, I thought, then lick the skin to taste her pain. For a brief moment, I thought my plans would be brought to a screeching halt when she stopped, dropping to the ground and clutching her chest. I watched her for a moment, eyes narrowed. Was she really in pain or was this an act? “Ash,” I ventured, my voice soft and deadly. “You feelin' alright?” I heard her sob. A smile spread across my lips, or the closest I could come at the moment. I had to talk to my doctor about those injections. “I can't anymore,” she choked out. “It's okay. Let's go back to the hotel, in the air conditioning. I know you don't want him to see you like this. We'll get a room and you can shower.” I rubbed her back, gleeful. This had all gone so well. “Okay.” Her legs trembled as she pulled herself to her feet and began stumbling back the way we'd come. When we reached the car, she seemed full of chagrin. “We didn't get very far, huh?” “Well, no. We used to run the whole thing.” Inside the car I reapplied my lip gloss and let my hair down, fluffing it about my shoulders. I'd curled it this morning. My pink hoodie and yoga pants matched perfectly, and gave me the look of a real life doll. Just call me Barbie. I didn't go as extreme with my makeover as some of those Russian girls did. I liked their spunk, though. I had often considered having a few ribs removed to make a more defined tuck in my waist. Ashley labored to breath, flipping on the air conditioning and flopping on my leather seats. I wrinkled my nose as I saw her sweat drip onto them. Stupid cunt.
     The sun was bright on Saturday, and it seemed to me even the weather approved of my plans for the day. Ashley and I w...
The drive to the hotel was silent, except for the radio. She seemed quiet, possibly a little reflective. Her eyes were vacant as we pulled up to the hotel and I had to pull her out of the car to bring her inside. “I'm gross, Kae. I don't want to hang out at a bar right now.” “It's two in the afternoon and it's a hotel bar. There won't be anyone in there, and you know it. Tell me a martini doesn't sound like the best thing in the world right now.” I gave her the eye, a rather skillful mix between puppy dog and vamp, which I had perfected after many hours in my bathroom mirror. She sighed and followed me in. I have the more dominant personality, and overpowering her is no longer even remotely taxing. How Jake could have ever fucked a wimp of a woman like her is beyond me. If that's what he's into now, I suppose I could simper and lower my eyes for the sake of hot sex. She managed to look miserable the entire time we drank, and I kept plying her with alcohol until she looked about ready to pass out at the table. The bartender was a lovely man, and supplied me with free drinks the entire time we were there. I gave them all to her, and sipped a fancy looking water in a martini glass with an olive. It wouldn't do to be drunk for what I needed to do. “Oh, Ash. You look exhausted. Tell you what. I'll get us a room and you can nap, and I'll get a masseuse to come up and take care of your legs. How does that sound?” “You're a bitch, Kae, but you can be an absolute angel. That sounds amazing. Can I wait here while you get the room? I don't want to have to stand at the front desk all drunk and sweaty.” I decided to allow her this small dignity before I completely stripped it away. It was easy enough to book us a room and even easier to lead her up there, allowing her to lean against me as I propped up her heavy form. In the room, she laid down on the bed immediately, and I went to the bathroom to get her a drink of water. I had a little surprise for her yet. The rohypnol had been more difficult to get than I thought, and I'd gone to a different doctor than the one I normally used. I hadn't bothered with all the excuses that time, instead simply sucking his cock until he agreed to give me a prescription pad. Later, I thought it would have been far easier to do that for the testosterone drugs instead of the complicated lie I'd told my doctor. The bathroom held a little surprise for me as well in the form of a small bottle of club soda. I did a small victory dance when I saw it, and took it as yet another sign that the universe approved of what I was about to do. The rohypnol would dissolve much easier with the carbonation. I came out to hand it to her, saying, “Here. This will settle your stomach. Just lay down and relax.” At that point, all I had left to do was tie her to the bed. I took my time, knowing I had dosed her with enough that she wouldn't move or be able to speak for at least an hour. I'd brought an under-the-bed rig to tie her down to, and found it was a little harder to set up on the large hotel bed than anticipated. I made it work, though, stripping her clothes away first while she gargled at me. “Shh, Cuntley. Shh. I can't have you making any noise. You'll get that chance later.” Her eyes slipped shut and she seemed to fall asleep. I checked her pulse and looked closely
The drive to the hotel was silent, except for the radio. She seemed quiet, possibly a little reflective. Her eyes were vac...
at her rising chest, placing my head to it to listen for fluid. She seemed fine. “Can't have you dying on me, Cuntley. Stay alive so this will be more fun for me, okay?” I found her phone and sent Jake a quick text. Baby, hanging out at The Inn on the River with Kae. You should swing by the room! We're getting drunk! I wanna watch you fuck her. I added a bunch of stupid emojis to make it look more like something she would have sent, and waited for his response. When her phone vibrated, I jumped and immediately read the screen. Wait right there, I'll come get you and take you home. It wasn't quite what I'd expected, but then, he thought he was talking to his wife. What else was he going to say? He probably thought she was tricking him. I showered, then changed my clothing before I sat on the edge of the bed to wait. **** The knock on the door sounded harsh. I wondered if he was angry. He wouldn't be in a moment. I smoothed my outfit before answering the door. I wore a short denim skirt and a clingy pink top cut low to show my considerable cleavage. When I slowly opened the door to let him in, his eyes jumped from my face to my tits and I felt a tiny trill of victory. “Kae, where's Ash?” he asked my breasts. “Come on in, sweetie. We've been waiting for you.” I sauntered into the room before him, and heard him close the door behind him. “What—why is she tied to the bed?” He didn't move to her, he only sounded perplexed and a little disgusted. I poked her tummy and slapped her thighs a little, watching his face carefully. “She was so tired after our little run she passed out here. I take my opportunities when I see them.” I moved to stand in front of him, my hands pulling at the front of his shirt. “When you first met me again, did you recognize me?” “Not at first,” he admitted, his eyes performing a strange battle between his wife and my face. I took one of his hands and suckled on his fingers, and his eyes closed in ecstasy. My tongue snaked out to caress the length of his index finger, a gentle reminder of the skill I was capable of. His other hand reached out to curve around my waist and I moaned, leaning into him, and pressed my tits against him. I took his fingers from my mouth. “Did you want to fuck me?” I placed his hand on my chest now, squeezing gently over it. He squeezed firmer, pushing my breast to the side and watching as it fell back into place. I pulled the fabric of my top down, exposing the perfectly round flesh and my small pink nipples. Jake groaned, and I smiled. “So yes. Yes you did. You want to fuck me now, too, don't you? Even with your fat cow of a wife laying there, you want me. Touch me.” He lowered his head and I felt his tongue graze my nipple. A contented sigh escaped me, and
at her rising chest, placing my head to it to listen for fluid. She seemed fine.    Can t have you dying on me, Cuntley. S...
I ran my fingers through his hair. On the bed, Ashley stirred. “Why, hello Cuntley!” I said brightly. “I see you're coming to. You won't be joining us, sweetie. Only watching. You don't deserve to fuck your husband anymore.” Her eyes cracked open, and she gasped as she saw Jake burying his face between my naked breasts. I reached a hand down to grasp his cock through his pants, and she made a strangled sound somewhere between anger and despair. Tears slipped freely down her cheeks, and I released myself from Jake's grasp to crawl on the bed toward her. Leaning over her face, I gently rasped my tongue up her cheek to collect the salty liquid. I kissed her then, and she tried to bite me. “Oh, that won't do, Cuntley. You've been a right bitch to me. It's time for payback.” I flung my head back and took my top off. “Jake, come kneel behind me and play with my tits.” He did as he was told, years of desire fueling him where loyalty to his wife failed. I knew he couldn't resist. I was perfectly calculated to stir every baser want in him, his perfect girl come to life. “Look how much he loves my titties, Cuntley. You see how they're so much better than yours? Look at those sad, hanging sacks on your chest.” I slapped them a few times, and she winced each time my hand fell. I laughed. “Aren't mine so much better, Jake?” I asked, turning to nuzzle his face. “God, they're so much better,” he mumbled, and his hand slid down my perfectly flat stomach toward the top of my skirt. I giggled and shifted position, sitting between Ashley's legs with mine spread wide, displaying my perfect, smooth pussy to her. I hadn't bothered wearing panties, knowing they wouldn't be on me long. Her eyes watched as Jake's hand slid down to play with my clit, the other hand still grasping my tits. He leaned down now, his mouth slurping at my tits while his finger moved against my wet pussy. My hips ground against him and I moaned in pleasure. He was just as good as I remembered, already knowing everything I liked and everything that got me off. When his finger slipped into my pussy, I locked eyes with Ashley. “Make sure you watch real close, Cuntley. My pussy is still perfect and tight. A woman's pussy. I'll have you know, I'm perfectly intact and very fertile.” He groaned at that behind me, now understanding what I planned to do with him. I stopped him just short of making me come, and turned to take his pants off of him. I didn't waste time. His cock sprang free within moments, and I took it into my mouth. From her angle, Ashley could see my perfect ass turned toward her, my pussy peeking out from beneath the denim, and the exultant face of her husband as I sucked his cock. I made sure to take him deep and fast, pumping his shaft into my mouth. My tongue slid over and around the head, and each time he thrust I took him deeper into my mouth. Just when I thought he might come soon, I pulled away from him and turned back to Ashley. “Fuck me, Jake,” I commanded, spreading my denim clad ass before him and lifting my skirt to give him better access. His cock slid into my pussy, and I moaned in pleasure. It had been so, so long.
I ran my fingers through his hair. On the bed, Ashley stirred.    Why, hello Cuntley     I said brightly.    I see you re ...
“Oh, Cuntley, his cock feels so good,” I moaned, settling onto my elbows with my face right near hers. I murmured into her ears, “Do you think he'll come inside me? Do you think he'll fill me with his hot cum? I really want him to. He'll make me pregnant and then that will be the end of you, Cuntley.” She cried, and turned her face from me. “God damn you're so tight, Kae,” he moaned, and I smiled at Ashley as she turned back to me and viewed me with pure hatred. “Do you want to cum inside me, Jake?” I panted, my eyes locked on Ashley's the whole time. “Oh fuck!” He couldn't manage anything else, and kept repeating it. “I want you to fill me with cum, Jake. Fill my tight pussy with your cum. Now, please, please now, I need it,” my voice continued as he rammed his cock into me, and I felt the first pulsing beginnings of his orgasm, intensified by the fluttering walls of my pussy around him as I started to feel my own. He spilled into me, but he was still hard, so he kept fucking me, and I felt a finger slip into my asshole. “Oh, oh Cuntley, he remembers what I like,” I moaned next to her. “He knows I always cum when he fingers my asshole while he fucks me.” I felt it start, a hard, pounding orgasm that ripped through me and made my thighs shake. His cock inside me was fully hard again, and he began to fuck me in earnest, his flesh slapping against my thighs. “Fuck fuck fuck I'm going to come again,” he announced, and I felt his cock pulsing inside me soon after. I gleefully announced it to Ashley, but her eyes were dead now, pools of hatred gleaming from her fat cow face. “You want to make him happy, don't you Cuntley?” I taunted. “I can do that. He wants me. He wants me to be round and pregnant and full of his baby. I can do that for him and you can't.” He slid his cock from me and knelt on the bed, and I turned to face him again. My lips kissed a path from his mouth to his collarbone, then down his chest. He trembled as I took his cock between my full lips again, playing with the sensitive head. Their swollen plumpness circled the tip of his cock, and my tongue darted out to tease it. He was soft, but gradually getting harder. His cock began to fill my mouth, responding to the gentle ministrations of my tongue and lips. I stopped suddenly, and moved to the edge of the bed. I beckoned him closer and he stood uncertainly near me while I lowered myself onto my elbows at the foot of the bed, watching Ashley as she peered at me. “Does Cuntley ever let you put it in her ass, Jake?” I purred, licking my lips as I gazed at her. “No,” he whispered, his voice ragged. “Why don't you slide it into me, then? Take this.” I reached to the side and produced a small bottle of lube I had waiting, and handed it back to him. He took it eagerly, squirting a dollop onto his hand and rubbing it along his cock before lubing up my hole. When I first felt the tip of his cock at my hole, I sighed, stretching my arms out to caress her inner thighs. She tried to jerk away from me but I gripped her tightly, my nails clawing into her
   Oh, Cuntley, his cock feels so good,    I moaned, settling onto my elbows with my face right near hers. I murmured into...
doughy flesh. Ashley shuddered with revulsion while I moaned, and his cock sank further into me. I felt every bit of it entering the tight hole, and felt perfectly content when I heard him groaning behind me. “Are you watching her while you fuck me, Jake?” I asked innocently, turning back to look at him. He was staring at my ass as he pushed into me, and his voice was hoarse as he admitted, “No, I don't want to look at her. I only want to fuck you.” Ashley sobbed and I slapped her thigh, a sharp reminder she was supposed to be fucking quiet. He was pumping into my asshole now, a firm and persistent thrust that I knew was going to end in him filling my hole with cum. I groaned at how it felt. “I love your cock, baby. Do you love fucking my tight little holes?” “Fuck, I do, I do,” he panted. “Fill me up with cum, then, baby. Prove it to me that you love my holes better than hers.” My voice was soft and silky, a low and insistent murmur. He shuddered, and doubled his efforts. I felt warm all over now, and could feel his cock shuddering and twitching through the thin anal walls. He was about to come, and I was excited. I couldn't wait to have it inside me. “Oh, he's coming Cuntley. He's coming inside me right now. That's what, three times? My goodness. You must not be doing a very good job keeping him satisfied.” She jerked in her restraints, clearly wanting to hurt me. I giggled, and felt him finally come. I pressed my ass back into him, and he gasped, feeling his cock in the very deepest and tightest part of me. I clenched those muscles, and he moaned, calling my name. I felt victory close at hand. All that was left was to completely destroy Ashley, that cunt. “Cuntley, I have a present for you,” I said as he slipped out of me. I climbed back up onto the bed and straddled her face, angling my perfect asshole right over her so she could see it clearly. “Open your mouth, bitch,” I commanded. I squeezed my asshole tight, and felt the cum working its way back down, forced by gravity and my convulsing muscles. She didn't, and I gripped her hair in one hand. “Open your mouth or I'll rip your fucking hair out of your head. Do it now.” Tears streamed down her face, but she did as she was told. I watched the thick, warm liquid drip into her mouth. “Good girl. It won't do me any good in that hole, so you might as well have it in yours.” When I felt I had gotten the last of it, I moved away from her and shut her mouth with one hand, using the other to massage her throat and force her to swallow. I turned, and sat down on her face again. “Now lick it all out of me, Cuntley. Make sure to get my asshole squeaky clean, bitch. You need to pay for taking him from me.” Her tongue poked out of her mouth tentatively, and as she made her first unsure strokes into my hole, I reached out for Jake. He looked at me, completely exhausted, and I grasped his cock in my hand.
doughy flesh. Ashley shuddered with revulsion while I moaned, and his cock sank further into me. I felt every bit of it en...
“Come to me,” I whispered, and when he was within reach I took his cock into my mouth again, slurping along the shaft and cupping his balls. He was soft again, and it would take a lot of work to get him back to hardness. I paused, wanting to taunt her more. “How does it feel to know he wants me more than you, Cuntley? How does it feel to know I've been close to you the whole time? I've been drugging you with testosterone, you know. All those 'fertility drugs'?” I pulled away just as she bared her teeth and snapped, laughing with pure malice. “You fucking cunt! You cunt! You crazy god damned twat, how dare you? You could have killed me! You ruined my life!” She was sobbing now, and I smacked her across the face until she quieted. “Fuck me while I talk to your wife.” I turned to face her again and presented him with my pussy. He thrust into me, just now hard enough to get in easily. “Now, Cuntley. You have to understand that you stole from me. I had to steal from you to make us even.” I stroked her hair as he thrust into me, then moaned as I felt him rubbing up against my g-spot, quickly bringing me to an orgasm. I relaxed and let it happen, gripping Ashley and moaning into her face. “I will take him from you. He's mine now already, and has been since before you met him. You fucked with the wrong bitch, Cuntley.” “But he loves me,” she sobbed. “You silly bitch. No he doesn't. He loved you when he thought you were something else. But now he sees that you're really a fat, lazy, good for nothing bitch who can't even get pregnant. There's nothing you can do now to get him back.” He was groaning, and I turned to push him away and onto his back, awkwardly laying across her bound legs. I straddled him, facing him while I fucked him for the first time. “Look how far I was willing to go for you. Look at everything I have done to be more perfect for you. You can't possibly want her anymore. I'm the one who deserves you.” I ran my hands along my perfectly sculpted abs and up to my impossibly large tits, bouncing them for his benefit while I rode his cock. “You want it so badly, don't you,” I breathed, and he panted under me. “Tell me you want me more than her.” “I do, I want you more than her,” he breathed, then repeated himself in a stronger voice. “I want to fuck you until we're both sore and unable to sit for days. I want to pound your asshole and watch your ass bounce for me. I want to pump you so full of cum it drips out of you when you stand.” I rode him harder now, my eyes intent on him. “Tell me you'll be with me now. Tell me you're mine again.” “You're mine, I'll leave her. I'm yours, Kaelin.” “Good.” My eyes closed and I heard her crying unabashedly now. I had won. “Come for me one more time, fill me up. I want to feel it inside me again.” “But I want to keep fucking you,” he protested, gripping my hips as I moved up and down.
   Come to me,    I whispered, and when he was within reach I took his cock into my mouth again, slurping along the shaft ...
“I want it now, though. You can fuck me whenever you want now. She'll be gone, and it will just be you and me, and you'll have my body whenever you want it. It's all for you, Jake. It's always been for you.” I leaned close, smelling his aftershave and running my lips along his neck. He shuddered under me and I felt him come again. I turned to Ashley as he did it, a pouty smile gracing my face as her eyes bored into me, and she knew she lost. He was mine now.
   I want it now, though. You can fuck me whenever you want now. She ll be gone, and it will just be you and me, and you l...