Then slowly Fred’s hands roamed her body, he caressed her neck, her belly, her arms, and then rubbed outside of her clothing around her breasts, while folding the hem of her lingerie to slip his hand between her thighs.
She was no longer acting it; she gasped, and she was beginning to grow more excited as the moments went by. Then she suggested that they move to the bigger couch. And he agreed immediately.
Rhoda excused herself, saying that she wanted to lock the door properly, and he allowed her. After checking on the door, Rhoda walked over to the liquor stand and did some adjustments with the phone, this time she adjusted the height and shifted the focus to the large couch.
Fred was too engrossed that he didn’t take note of what he was falling into.
With a confident smirk playing on his lips, stepped forward. His hands, calloused and strong, gripped her waist, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her.
Without a word, he lifted her, her body light in his arms, and placed her on the edge of the couch, and began kissing her more, all the while getting more and more heated.
Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted out of her clothing, so she removed her top, which made him excited.
Just seeing her beautiful breasts in her bra got him hard. And as she undid the snaps, releasing her tits, he thought he would explode right there in his pants.
As Fred knelt and began kissing her some more, intentionally kissing around her hardening silver dollar-sized nipples and only massaging the sides of her breasts, he could tell she was getting hotter by the second.
She was moving sexually and seemingly attempting to get him to touch her more sensitive areas, but he did not. He wanted the passion and excitement to build. He wanted her pussy wet.
At that moment, he didn’t think of her as his brother’s fiancée; he saw her as a scapegoat.
After some extended time kissing and massaging her breasts and inner thighs, Rhoda asked if she should take off her pants—he agreed.
She smiled; her plans were falling through. Once her pants were off, he continued kissing her all over, again avoiding her more sensitive areas, and began to rub her sweet pussy through her lace panties.
Her box was so hot, he could feel the heat well outside her panties and could smell her. He kissed around her pussy, through her panties, while his hands squeezed her breasts and gently tweaked her nipples.
She was breathing rather heavily by this point, and her body was feeling and looking more beautiful than ever.
After this prolonged and highly sensual period of playing with each other, his dick was so hard it was hurting.
Finally, she suggested that he take off his pants, so he stood up right in front of where her head was on the couch, his thick cock already straining against his pants. With a swift motion, he freed himself and took off his shorts, boxers and all.
His stiff cock sprang into view, his length impressive and veins pulsing with urgency.
Now that he was accessible, she motioned for him to come closer, which he did. She grabbed the base of his cock with one hand and guided him down with the other. Bringing the head of his penis into her mouth.
Rhoda sucked softly and slowly. The sensation was incredible. Little by little, she took more and more of him into her mouth until she had all of him. This was wonderful. She then began guiding him slowly in and out of her mouth with perfect tension and moisture.
As she took his inches in and out of her mouth, he felt her soft hands caressing his back, ass and thighs.
At one point, he looked down as he had exited her mouth temporarily, only to see her open wide and take him all the way back in. This was such a turn-on for him. To see her eagerly opening wide to please him.
Sucking his big, hard cock like never before. He wondered if this was how she had done with the three men who had almost killed her with sex.
Fred didn’t allow any feeling of guilt to disturb the fun. He smiled at her. He was eating directly from his brother’s pot, and he was ready to eat until he was satisfied. The incredible blow job he had just received made him very eager to eat her pussy.
As he pulled out of her mouth, he was standing over her, still very hard and horny, just taking in her beauty and thinking how lucky he was to be experiencing her beautiful, ripe body.
He knelt and started kissing her breasts again, now paying full attention to her nipples, squeezing one while sucking the other.
God, she’s hot. He worked his way down to her love box and kissed slowly all the way around her belly and thighs, slowly as he rubbed her swollen clit with his thumb.
Rhoda couldn’t take it anymore. He had to taste her sweet juices. He moved in slowly, so as not to be too aggressive.
First one lick and then one more slow and meaningful lick. Fred began to slowly lap at her beautiful pussy, continuing to rub her clit with her own juices.
She was so hot and wet, and he thought he would come just going down on her.
Fred ate her pussy while massaging her breasts as she heaved in ecstasy. She was grinding her pussy up and into his face, reaching out for his tongue as he sucked on her swollen clit. He went slowly at first, but her enthusiasm naturally increased his licking, sucking and squeezing.
As the pace became more feverish, he was circling her incredibly hard nipples with his fingers in the same motion he was circling her clit with his tongue. It was at this point that she started moaning and writhing the way she does when she’s about to come.
Then she let out her telltale “I’m going to cum, I’m coming, I’m coming,” and then she came, orgasming so hard in his mouth her body was quivering, and she became paralysed in sexual content.
He let her recover for a minute or two, gently touching her here and there. Then he moved up and kissed her deeply, her sweet juices still on his lips and mouth.
They kissed passionately for a few minutes, then he opened her leg wide and positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he aligned his cock with her dripping pussy while she stroked his cock until she began to massage her clit and slit with the head of his dick.
At that point, he could take no more. Fred slowly plunged into her tight, soaking wet pussy, his thickness filling her completely.
She moaned pleasurably, her walls clenching around him in a tight embrace, as he began thrusting slowly at first with every long stroke, his cock sliding in and out with a slick, wet sound.
Rhoda gasped, her body arching as he increased his tempo and began to thrust faster, his hips snapping with a rhythm that bordered on brutal, bringing him closer to orgasm. Her moans filled the room, a melody of pleasure that only spurred him on.
Her head fell back, her long hair cascading over the bed, as she surrendered to the sensations overwhelming her.
Fred knew it would not be long, but he held back, watching her breasts bounce as he slid in and out of her beautiful pussy. Burying his cock deep in her love hole, stroke after stroke. Squeezing her tits.
Faster and faster, deeper and deeper as he fucked his brother’s babe. He felt his load about to go while he watched her breasts motioning over and over with each deep stroke, and that was it — he filled her pussy with his love juice and collapsed in her arms, kissed her sweet mouth and enjoyed the moment still buried deep inside her.
After some time, He pulled out and began to wear his clothes quickly. She stared at his face as he dressed up quietly, his expression plain and unreadable. She was silent too, even though she wanted to ask him questions.
But she decided not bother after all, she had her plans too. She said a silent prayer, wishing the camera had captured everything accordingly. She would strike him before he made his move.
As soon as Fred was done and ready to leave, he told her he would call her, and with that, he left.
Fred walked down the hospital hallway toward his office, his mind churning with dark satisfaction and regret. He had just crossed an unforgivable line with his brother’s lover, convincing her that surrendering to him was the only way to buy his silence.
A woman like that would never change, he muttered to himself as he pushed open his office door. He believed it was only a matter of time before he exposed her to Frank — but not before using her one last time.
The memory of what had happened between them still lingered vividly in his mind, a mix of guilt and grim anticipation.
Moments later, while speaking with two nurses in his office, his phone chimed. He reached into his pocket, swiped the screen, and froze.
A video message from Rhoda. His stomach tightened; he already sensed what it was before he opened it.
When Fred finally played the clip, his blood ran cold. The video showed him forcing a kiss on her as she turned away, resisting his advances. Every moment was captured in sharp detail. His hands trembled, his face drained of colour.
The nurses asked what was wrong, but he couldn’t speak.
Just when he thought he had trapped her, she had turned the tables. With that video, she could destroy him — his reputation, his career, and his family. No one would believe his side of the story.
Fred realised, too late, that in erasing the evidence of her past misdeeds even from the hospital record, he had destroyed his only leverage.
He studied the video again, noticing the camera angle — it must have been recorded when she stepped away to get the drink. His heart sank. He waved the nurses out of the room, unable to face them.
The phone buzzed again. Another message from Rhoda.
Written by Tito
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