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As I whisper in her ear, I hear Annette whimper pitifully. In the mirror facing us, I see tears well in the corners of her eyes and her mascara starts to run. The tendons in her neck strain in my grip, and her face is etched with desperation. When we first locked up, the leggy redhead oozed confidence and bravado. But now, I can practically feel the fight drain out of her...
I secure my grip in her long hair, once again wrapping the fiery strands twice in my fist; securing my grip on her. I busy my other hand between her legs, playing with her wet cxnt. My index and middle finger curling in her pussy, rubbing her clit, coaxing soft moans from her. God, she's so fucking wet...
But then again, so am I. Feeling the challenge posed by my husband's mistress actively wilting in my clutches feels incredible. Her bitchy defiance overwhelmed by my desire for Jack. My sexuality dominating hers. My fingers slide in and out of Annette with ease. She shudders and moans beneath me like a whore looking for a tip...
"Please... Stop... I give up..."
"No... You came here to fuck my husband... We fought for his cock and you lost... Stop whining like a girl and take your punishment like a woman..."
Removing my hand from her puckered pussy, I grip her long hair in both hands and drag her across the carpet; the coarse material rubbing abrasively against her snow white complexion. She grimaces as I drag her back towards the bed, hoisting her upper body onto the mattress, and leaving her legs hanging over the foot of the bed. Her rosy, red ass pointing up...
I slap both cheeks in turn, with as much force as I can muster, and she whines pathetically in response.
"I said I give... Jack is yours... Please..."
Lost in the moment, I ignore her pleas. My temper rising. Each slap punctuated with the coarsest insult I could conceive in the moment:
"Horny, man-stealing slut!"
Slap!
"Vicious cxnt!"
Slap!
"I fucking hate you!"
Slap!
From my bedside locker, I pull the drawer and hurriedly retrieve my dildo before returning to the foot of the bed. Long and purple, with a bulbous head that feels exquisite in my pussy. I slide it into her and flick the switch. It hums deep in her cxnt and she shudders as I work it in and out of her. Her breathing grows ragged and her body begins to stiffen. I grab her hair again. Partially to control her, but mainly because it feels so fucking good to dominate her and make her my bitch...
"Say it, Annette! Say Jack is mine! His cock! His cum! All of him... Mine!"
"Oh God... I... Fuck, that's good...I... I..."
"FUCKING SAY IT!"
"Oh Shit! Fuck bitch, make me come... make me come... make me fucking come!"
"SUBMIT TO ME! I OWN YOUR PUSSY! SAY IT, BITCH!"
"I give... You're the better woman... Jack is yours... I... I can't..."
Her orgasm engulfs her totally, washing away the last of her defiance, and she practically melts beneath me. She bellows her orgasm, before slumping facedown on the mattress. Broken and defeated. No longer a threat. I pull my dildo from her pussy with a wet pop and flip her over on the bed. I climb atop her tummy and look into her eyes with a fierceness that frightens both me and her...
"Good fight, bitch. But you lost. Next time you find yourself hankering for Jack's cock, I want you to remember what happened here today,"
I climb off Annette's bruised and sweaty body, and head towards the bathroom to soak my tired muscles in a nice, warm bath. Granting the defeated redhead an opportunity to leave my home with what little dignity I left her. When I return to the bedroom in my terrycloth bathrobe, she is gone.
Her and what remained of the slutty outfit I tore from her body in our epic struggle...
I sink into the bed and wait for Jack to come home from work. My man. My prize. Mine...
The End?