Page 14 of Rhet

“Easy on the teeth,” I groan, trying to focus to bust a nut.

With the shit show that is my life currently, it’s either cocaine or a cum shot to receive a high or some kind of peace. I’m not into my mind-numbing narcotics, so a cum shot it is. My goal is really to hurt Carson and his cum slut of a daughter.

Since he’s out for the night, and his new wife wanted to be a real-life Mrs. Robinson, who was I to tell her no. I thought experience would come with age. That’s a lie, because this mediocre blowjob is making my ass hurt from squeezing my butt cheeks while trying to bust this nut. No wonder Mr. Carson is screwing his maid. Charlotte’s words, not mine.

I look down at her. Her red lipstick is going to leave a ring around my cock. Her cheeks sink in tightly, as she sucks me off. She looks up at me with her bright blue eyes.

Why do women do that? Especially the ones who suck at head? What do they think, I’m about to clap and say,Good job, Lucy.

I pass my hand down the side of her face. “Close your eyes and concentrate.”

She moans, as if she thinks my words are sexy or something. Looking around her bedroom, it looks like all the other houses on this street, excluding mine. Vulgarly rich and empty. I don’t care how many expensive customized leopard chairs they buy. They can never buy a good personality or one with some substance.

I really should stop this, thank her, and go find my brother and my best friend Tarek. However, this is more than just a blowjob. Mr. Carson took the liberty to go to my father in front of his colleagues at his party—to announce my brother is gay.

He did it because he knew it would hurt and embarrass my father and in extension, his family.

The only one in the family who didn’t know about my brother was Dad. Trent hadn’t come out to him yet. Why would he? Dad is a misogynistic, homophobe. However, he found out that night and Trent paid dearly for that announcement. How dare a Banner man be gay.

So, this is me now sending the ultimatefuck youto Carson. Making him wish I was fucking gay. However, I’m not. So, I fucked his daughter and now his new young wife.

“Right on time,” I murmur to myself as I hear the garage door opening.

Looking down, I notice poor Lucy is so focused she doesn’t even realize her husband is home.Aww.

Just the thought of the visual he’s about to get makes me happy. So fucking happy, I feel my cum build up. My back tightens, my stomach concaves, everything is working out as I planned. My breath becomes erratic. I hear the door open and look up with a smile.

“Honey, I’m home.” Mr. Carson’s voice echoes through the house. “Lucy, where are you?”

Lucy opens her eyes wide when she hears her husband’s voice. She pulls back, and right on cue, hot ropes of my jizz spew forth onto Lucy’s lips, tits, tongue, and her synthetic eyelashes.

Do I need to roar? No. Do I do it anyway? Like the fucking lion on a safari.

I breathe hard, because this isn’t only reckless, but damn exciting.

“Beautiful. You’re absolutely beautiful.”

The fucking lies I tell. Her plastic surgeon can only do but so much. You’d think she would jump up and fix her face, but she sits here marinating in my lie.

“There’s cum on my face,” she says, grimacing. She tries to wipe the string on her chin.

“Then you should wipe it off. Go clean yourself up,” I reply, not bothering to whisper. I want Carson to know another man is here.

“You’re a horrid man. You suck,” she screeches as she tries to wipe the sperm off her face.

“And you should have swallowed, but here we are with nut hanging from your lashes.” I tuck myself in and zip my pants up.

This is how Charlotte and Old boy Carson find us—wife and stepmother on her knees with my cum on her face.

“What the hell is going on here?” Carson asks.

His eyes bulge and his hands tremble. I can tell he’s piecing it together. No need for me to be Dan Rather and make a public service announcement.

“Rhet?” Charlotte’s eyes fill with tears as she shakes her head back and forth. If it’s one person I knew she hated, it’s her stepmom.

I like to watch the chaos I create unfold. There’s something morbidly poetic about it.

“I can explain,” Lucy cries as she comes to her feet, her knees still bearing the carpet burn. She stands only in her tennis skirt, blocking her breasts from the world’s view with her arms.

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