Sarah again

Sarah had just got the twenty-third cock hard when the door to the salon fell silent for a moment. No new man came in. An unexpected pause. Her body was drenched in sweat, her babydoll clinging to her skin, her cunt and arse burning from the many hard thrusts that had never gone all the way. She knelt panting on the carpet, saliva and pussy juice running down her chin and thighs.

She seized the break immediately. Quietly, on all fours, she crept towards the large window, which was draped with a heavy curtain. She pushed the fabric aside just a tiny crack and peered out. Her breath caught in her throat. Nadja.

Her sister-in-law – Jan’s wife – was bent over the wide edge of the pool, less than ten metres away. Her athletic body glistened with wetness, her arse thrust high, her legs spread wide. A tall, muscular black man, whom Sarah had just prepared with her mouth and cunt a few minutes earlier, was fucking her hard and deep. Nadja’s cunt was already completely covered in cum – thick white strands ran down her thighs and dripped into the pool water.

A second man was already waiting right next to her, his rock-hard cock in his hand – another one of Sarah’s ‘preparation products’.

Sarah’s eyes went wide. A shock ran through her – then a hot, sadistic thrill.

Oh my God… that’s Nadja… Jan’s perfect little princess…

She pressed her hand to her mouth to stop herself from laughing out loud.

He wanted to get her pregnant… and now? Now her bare, unprotected pussy is being fucked by the very cocks that I made hard. Ha… ha… ha… That cunt is ruined for good. It’ll never be as tight as it used to be. Jan will never know whose cum was in there.

Sarah’s breathing quickened. The humiliation for Jan was simply perfect. She thought back to all the times she’d begged him for help – because of the debts, because of Leon, because of everything. He’d fobbed her off. “It’s your own fault,” he’d said. “Sort it out yourself.”

Now she could get her ****.

You didn’t help me, sweetie… now I’m going to fuck your wife to pieces. I’m the one who gets the cocks ready for her. I’m the warm-up girl for your little princess.

A new, dark smile spread across Sarah’s face. Her exhaustion had vanished. A new, wicked motivation coursed through her.

She let the curtain fall again, crawled back to the centre of the lounge and waited for the next men. When the door opened and three new, wet blokes came in from the pool, Sarah was no longer the trembling, submissive victim.

She was motivated now.

The first cock loomed towards her. Sarah immediately grabbed it with both hands, jerking him off hard and fast whilst looking deep into his eyes.

“Come here,” she whispered in a new, lustful voice. “I’ll make you really hard… so you can cum all over my sister-in-law in a minute.”

She took him deep into her mouth, sucking greedily, letting her tongue glide flat over the underside, whilst jerking off the other two cocks at the same time with both hands. Her cunt was wet again – not with lust for the men, but with pure, vengeful satisfaction.

Every single one of you… every single cock I’m preparing right now… will cum inside Nadja’s cunt. And I’m the one making it happen.

Sarah had never worked with such lust.

She didn’t know that every single cock she’d made so hard with such motivation and greed over the last few minutes wasn’t just ending up inside Nadja’s cunt – but also inside her own mother’s cunt.

Whilst Sarah knelt on the carpet in the salon, taking the next wet, thick cock deep into her mouth, wanking it with both hands and letting her tongue glide flat over the underside, she had no idea that this very cock would, just minutes later, be thrusting into Anna’s dripping pussy, which had already been filled with cum several times.

She didn’t know that her own mother was lying on the bench just a few metres away, arse in the air, and was currently being fucked again by one of the men Sarah had previously prepared with her mouth, hands and pussy.

And that’s exactly what made it so perversely beautiful for us, who could see everything.

One could only guess, but I’m pretty sure: Sarah would have felt just as much – if not even more – anger in her gut had she known she was preparing her own mother.

Anna had made Sarah feel her whole life who the ‘proper’ woman in the house was. The better figure, the better men, the better life. Anna had always looked down on Sarah, treating her as ‘the little one’, as ‘the failure’. And now this very same Anna was lying out there like a cheap BBC cunt, letting herself be filled with cum by the very cocks that Sarah was currently making hard and horny with such devotion.