1. Hollywood


    Date: 12/26/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: GoBigCatGo, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    screeched and lunged at Gregor, he leapt backwards with startling grace. The belligerent woman – black curls crazed and for some reason in stocking feet -- charged into their suite. “Where she! Where is whore who fuck my husband! You!” She jabbed at the air. “Fucking Supergirl! Where it is?” She clearly didn’t care that the hotel’s dainty maid’s outfit – not to mention her almond-eyed, petite stature -- kind of undermined her scariness. And who comes armed with footwear? Gregor and Annette had their hands in the air as if it was a shotgun, anyway. “Give me!” She shrieked again, and for several long moments they all stood in freaked out silence. “The film you take! Of Alfredo!” Gregor pulled out the phone. Surprisingly his hands trembled. Seriously? He was scared of this… kitten? The maid frowned. “Is on this? Prove it, fat man.” Gregor fiddled, held the screen up and Annette's voice cried out from the speaker. The maid’s eyes widened, and she flumped in a heap, tears popping from her eyes and the shoe dropping from her limp fist. Annette didn’t know whether to flee from her or cuddle her. Gregor tiptoed past, laying the screen, still playing, in her lap. “I’m just… Going down to the bar,” he said. “Doll? She takes this? Our deal is off. You know what I’m saying?” Annette’s jaw dropped as he skulked away, closing the door softly behind him. The maid sat drooped over the screen. Annette didn’t know what to do, so she knelt beside the slumped woman. Meanwhile her video ...
    alter-ego puffed louder as, squatting on Alfredo’s face, she started to climax. At the time, the position seemed appropriate, minimal contact. Just her sex pressed to his mouth. Now, watching it with Alfredo’s wife, it looked obscene. Even worse. Overcome and trembling, Annette lifted her hips off his face, filming her explicit reflection in his mirror shades… and dripping on them. Alfredo’s wife sniffed. “Why you do this?” she whispered, “take my man. You Supergirl, you have it all. Why you take Alfredo too?” On the screen, Alfredo wriggled under Annette’s legs, took her hips and lowered her,still quivering like a racehorse, onto his bucking member. There was nothing Annette could say next to that. Everything would be a lie set against the deeply satisfied moan she made as the maid’s husband completely filled her. “Turn it off,” Annette said, thumbing a tear from her own eye. “Please.” The maid spun and glowered. “What? You don’t like? Watch, bitch. Watch with my eyes.” She thumped Annette’s breast. “Feel my pain.” “It wasn’t my idea.” Annette screwed her eyes. “I love Gregor. He asked me do this, to prove it.” The maid slapped her forehead and implored the heavens. On screen, Alfredo growled and Annette whimpered, hands clawing his hard abs and sliding up and down his cock with her ‘minimal contact’ frog-crouch, mouth gaping. “You don’t understand,” she said. “I told him I would do anything to show my love. This is what he wanted.” The maid wiped her cheeks on her sleeve. At least ...
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