Betty’s Betrayal Part 5

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Betty’s Betrayal Part 5Her hand on my throat, I felt I could hardly breath. I held onto her wrist and tried to pull her off, but she was too strong. She finally let go and threw me back onto the bed, laying there naked.“I can see, I guess, what he likes in you. Young, tight, perky. But oh so naive. I can tell in the way you swallow cock, like with the cab driver.”I looked at her, my mouth open, stunned. How did she know?“Oh sweetie, so naive. My husband, do you think you’re the first slut he’s taken here, to wine and dine and fuck like a whore? He loves this hotel and room. He always stays here. It wasn’t hard to pay someone to install some cameras around the room…” as she spoke she fiddled with her phone, and then showed me the screen. There I was, on my knees, a big black cock down my throat. My heart sank.She grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet. I stood there, deflated, angry at myself. How could I be so stupid. And now I was under this bitches control too?She stared me up and down. “Young, tight, nice little ass. Your tits are ok…” she slapped them and I yelped. She took me by my throat again, “You shut your whore mouth, understand? That won’t be the worst thing to happen to you tonight bitch.” She slapped me across the cheek.“I can see why he would güvenilir bahis find you entertaining.” She stepped back from me, and reached back and unzipped her black dress. It fell to the ground, around her feet, effortlessly. It was clearly high quality and made to fit her. She stepped out of the dress still in her heels. She was gorgeous, like out of a magazine. Her breasts were so perfectly round and perky they had to be fake, but they looked so good I knew no one, even me, cared. Her midsection was so tight, not like six pack abs, but flat and tight. Her skin so tanned, and smooth, and she had a small landing strip of brown hair above her pussy. “But this, this is a body a man wants, a man needs. This is a body that gets, and keeps, a man like my husband. Do you understand slut?”I nodded my head. “Now, I had to fly all the way down here, and watch the video of you getting fucked by that fat cabbie and my husband. I’m horny, and you owe me bitch.” I stared at her, not understanding. She laughed, and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me to a large chair. She slapped me and forced me to my knees.She sat down, and spread her thighs. Her pussy was just in front of my face, bald, except for the small landing strip, dripping, and smelling oddly sweet. “I guessed this would türkçe bahis be your first time, so I was kind enough to freshen up for you. But this will be the last nice thing I do for a filthy home wrecker like you. Now, you are going to lick my pussy like you love it, and you are going to make me cum, or the next email your mommy opens is of her daughter gobbling on old black cock, begging to be treated like a whore. Do you understand?”I nodded my head, tears welling in my eyes. I moved closer, but when I hesitated she pulled my hair up and slapped me across the face. She simply looked at me, her piercing eyes filled with anger eyes conveying this was my last chance. I pushed closer, my tongue out, and licked upward. Her pussy was moist, glistening, and sweet. I licked down with my tongue, gently, unsure of myself. She began to moan, and shift in the chair. “Circles, circles” I heard through her moaning. I began to move my tongue in a circular motion on her clitoris, and she began to grip my hair harder, her moaning and breathing becoming faster and faster. She moved both of her legs over my shoulders, her heels digging into my back. She gripped my hair with both hands, and began to shove my head and face into her. She began to shout “harder, harder” and I began to push güvenilir bahis siteleri my tongue as hard as I could. Finally she let out the loudest moan, almost a scream, gripping my hair so tight I thought she was pulling it out and forcing my face against her so hard I couldn’t breath. She held me there for what seemed like an eternity, shaking and convulsing, before letting go. She pushed me backward, onto my ass and against the bed. She stared at me. She walked up to me and told me to put my hands behind my back. I did as she said. She pulled me up by my hair and handcuffed me before shoving me onto the bed. She climbed on top, straddling my face, her pussy now glowing with wetness. She dug her heels into my side, like a horse rider with spurs, and make me gasp. She reached back and ran her index finger along my pussy, showing me how wet it was. I was turned on and ashamed at the same time. She grabbed my hair and positioned herself over my open mouth. “Don’t you dare miss a drop…”.I didn’t know what she meant, but all of a sudden warm golden liquid began to fill my mouth. I couldn’t swallow it all without some of it spilling all over my face and hair. “That’s what bitches like you are good for”I began to gag when she slapped me. “Now, I am going to freshen up, and you are going to lay here, covered in piss, and think about what you’ve done. And hunny, smile for the camera”As she walked off, her gorgeous body silhouetted against the light, I could only think how have I gotten myself into this?

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