Betrayed (a story of love, lust and revenge) Read Online Free Page A
Author: V T Turner
flowing, until her body begged for more, then he kissed her clit, gently ran his teeth, then his tongue, over it, before lapping at it like a thirsty cat. When he began to use his fingers, slipping them inside her, one at first, then two, three, she slipped into delirium, no longer cared about her body, about her breasts or her stomach. She wanted him regardless.
He stopped before she came, lifted her jumper up over her head and then looked down with amazement at her body. “You have an amazing body,” he said, pausing to kiss each of her breasts, her nipples and her stomach. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” he grinned, slowly shaking his head, then the desire took over. He ripped off his own sweatshirt, pressed himself up again her, their bodies tight, their hot flesh sandwiched together.
He took her breast in his hand, squeezed gently, lifted his kiss from her, then he entered her and her oblivion switched to a new dimension. He fucked her quick and hard, clasping her breast tight in his left hand, pressing his right against her hip. She came seconds before he did, her body jolting and rocking, her eyes staring through him, through the ceiling, into the beyond.
She felt his hips kick forward when he came, felt him shoot his load inside her. He slumped on top of her, both of them were out of breath, both of them spent. He remained inside her, growing slowly flaccid, his sperm dribbling down the lips of her vagina, down her legs. They didn’t say a word, she merely stared upwards, a smile on her face; he stared into the couch, equally content.
***
They waited ten minutes and then did it again. They were slower the second time, concentrating on looking into each others’ eyes as he drilled deep into her.
He made her another drink after that. Then, after the coffee, they started on the wine. He ordered some pizza and they whiled away the evening eating and talking. She went home early, tired and not wanting to drink too much incase she spilled her guts to him, something she didn’t feel comfortable doing.
He gave her the web address for her to see his work. She felt relaxed enough to sign online and see his stuff, so, after showering and changing into her night clothes, she did just that.
She felt nervous as she signed on, worried that the internet was going to point at her, call her fat and ugly, judge her for being a whore now that her body was available for the world to see. The alcohol in her system took some of the edge away and she tried to ignore the rest as she signed on and began to type the URL into the address bar.
Then she noticed her email icon on the toolbar, noticed the red number beside it which indicated how many new unread messages she had. It climbed to twenty, then thirty, all in the space of a few seconds after it logged on and began to pull emails down. She frowned at it, she had never had more than a few emails a day and those were usually spam. She had been offline for a while, but that was a lot of spam.
It continued to rise, climbing to over one-hundred and twenty before it stopped. With trembling fingers, not sure what she would find but fearful that Lenny had tried to destroy her life even more, she clicked onto the mail icon.
There were a lot of names she didn’t recognize, but Lenny was also there. She clicked his first message, hoping to get him out of the way first, knowing that he was the problem. She read it with a heavy heart:
Ha! You shouldn’t have messed with me. Now look what’s happened. The world is wanking to you because of me. They’ve all seen you. I gave them your email address. Good luck filtering through all the weirdos.
It was then that she noticed that the spam folder had caught over five thousand emails. She didn’t want to check them, didn’t even want to consider that that many people had seen her pictures. She cycled through the emails that hadn’t been picked up by the spam
He stopped before she came, lifted her jumper up over her head and then looked down with amazement at her body. “You have an amazing body,” he said, pausing to kiss each of her breasts, her nipples and her stomach. “This is what you’ve been hiding from me?” he grinned, slowly shaking his head, then the desire took over. He ripped off his own sweatshirt, pressed himself up again her, their bodies tight, their hot flesh sandwiched together.
He took her breast in his hand, squeezed gently, lifted his kiss from her, then he entered her and her oblivion switched to a new dimension. He fucked her quick and hard, clasping her breast tight in his left hand, pressing his right against her hip. She came seconds before he did, her body jolting and rocking, her eyes staring through him, through the ceiling, into the beyond.
She felt his hips kick forward when he came, felt him shoot his load inside her. He slumped on top of her, both of them were out of breath, both of them spent. He remained inside her, growing slowly flaccid, his sperm dribbling down the lips of her vagina, down her legs. They didn’t say a word, she merely stared upwards, a smile on her face; he stared into the couch, equally content.
***
They waited ten minutes and then did it again. They were slower the second time, concentrating on looking into each others’ eyes as he drilled deep into her.
He made her another drink after that. Then, after the coffee, they started on the wine. He ordered some pizza and they whiled away the evening eating and talking. She went home early, tired and not wanting to drink too much incase she spilled her guts to him, something she didn’t feel comfortable doing.
He gave her the web address for her to see his work. She felt relaxed enough to sign online and see his stuff, so, after showering and changing into her night clothes, she did just that.
She felt nervous as she signed on, worried that the internet was going to point at her, call her fat and ugly, judge her for being a whore now that her body was available for the world to see. The alcohol in her system took some of the edge away and she tried to ignore the rest as she signed on and began to type the URL into the address bar.
Then she noticed her email icon on the toolbar, noticed the red number beside it which indicated how many new unread messages she had. It climbed to twenty, then thirty, all in the space of a few seconds after it logged on and began to pull emails down. She frowned at it, she had never had more than a few emails a day and those were usually spam. She had been offline for a while, but that was a lot of spam.
It continued to rise, climbing to over one-hundred and twenty before it stopped. With trembling fingers, not sure what she would find but fearful that Lenny had tried to destroy her life even more, she clicked onto the mail icon.
There were a lot of names she didn’t recognize, but Lenny was also there. She clicked his first message, hoping to get him out of the way first, knowing that he was the problem. She read it with a heavy heart:
Ha! You shouldn’t have messed with me. Now look what’s happened. The world is wanking to you because of me. They’ve all seen you. I gave them your email address. Good luck filtering through all the weirdos.
It was then that she noticed that the spam folder had caught over five thousand emails. She didn’t want to check them, didn’t even want to consider that that many people had seen her pictures. She cycled through the emails that hadn’t been picked up by the spam
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