Chapter 33: Good girl
"You look like you’ve run a marathon." Mei added.
"Ahem.. Well I’ve been working too, and mind you it’s been way harder for me." I replied with a strained voice.
’He thinks I’m a fool, don’t he!?’ A leery glare stuck on Mei’s eyes towards me.
"Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more business to catch up on." I brushed Mei aside and strutted back to the main table.
"Look.. my son is back." Sato raised his voice as he saw me approaching.
I gave tight smile.
"Yes, the man of the night is back." Goto added with a condescending chuckle.
Kim’s eyes rolled with a sigh. At this point, she was practically shedding tears of sexual torment behind the perfect wife smile she still had on her lips.
"I love the speech you gave earlier. Kenji, it resonates very strongly with my beliefs." Goto said, playing with his cutlery knife.
I gulped heavily. Knowing I had to bring him down someday, made me tremble slightly if not more.
"Thanks Mr. Goto I appreciate."
"So what are the activities this event has in place." He asked.
"There’s a spa service, pool party, golfing club, last but not the least a movie night. Theses are things people as hardworking like you sir, barely have time to engage in."
"A spa! I like that one. Theses old bones have to be greased up. Ahahaaha." He replied.
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[System Update..]
[Lewd Points Gained: +200,000 ( Ntr Paul on Legacy Eve + Kim’s Sexual Torture]
[Public Risk Bonus: +10,500]
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The emcee called up several A list musicians and band groups to perform.
While they performed on stage, I kept on playing with Kim.
The vibrating tip on her clit and the egg that was buried in her pussy, made her sweaty despite being in an air conditioned room.
Her glistening opened cleavage, impressively round and high — rose and fell with each ragged breath, the weight of her massive tits made the designer lace stretch and strain.
I’d been edging her hours with the toy buried in her greedy cunt, denying herself release until she a trembling, dripping mess.
At this point Kim’s panties must’ve been soaked with her juices.
She bit her lower lip to quiet her moans.
Occasionally glancing at me with her needy eyes.
"Honey. Is everything alright.?" Sato asked worriedly.
But Kim could only respond with a frantic nod and a fake smile that hid her torment.
After the charged atmosphere of the performance. The activities of the first night had come to an end, but the night wasn’t over.
The ballroom slowly emptied as our guests began their journey back home and others to their respective ultra exclusive suites.
"Honey I’ll catch up with you in minute." Kim’s voice broke with urgency as she separated from Sato and trailed behind me.
She stalked towards me, hips rolling in a rhythm designed to hunt me down.
Heels stabbing the marble floor furiously. My room door sighed open.
Kim stepped inside and dropped to her knees instantly, grabbing my legs.
"Please..." she begs, voice broken. "I’ve learned my lesson. You didn’t have to go this far in front of my husband and friends to make me pay for whatever I’ve done to you. I’ll be good... I swear.." She sobbed.
I looked down at my once wicked stepmother — humiliated, dripping and completely desperate.
Her eyes locked onto me, pupils darkened by lust.
My fingers meddled with my belt and my trousers rolled down against her. My cock strained heavy against the fabric.
"The night isn’t over Mommy." I teased her mockingly.
"Please Kenji.. this has to stop." She pleaded. But her hands slowly slid up my thighs anyway.
"Sorry but I can’t believe you Kim, you’ve said that so many times and yet you can’t just put and end to it."
Her fingers reached my boxers as she pulled slowly.
The lingering scent of Sophia went straight into her nostrils.
She gagged. "Urghh.. where did you put that?"
"Shut up and suck bitch." I said, voice low and dangerously.
The words hit her like voltage. A full body shudder ripped through her, then a soft terrified murmur escaped her lips. "Ok."
Her eyes locked on my cock. She licked her lips. Fingers trembling as her fingers wrapped around the base.
"Good girl." I whispered hoarsely.
She stared up — eyes glassy, mascara already streaking, lips swollen and parted — while her tongue extended in reluctant, desperate worship.
She moaned at the mild taste of another woman’s scent that coated my cock, then eagerly swallowed me down. Her mouth was hot, wet, and greedy.
She pressed a fervent gag around my shaft, then her tongue draped up the obscene length — slow, filthy, mapping every throbbing vein.
When she reached the head she swirled greedily. Swiping the stream of precum before her mouth stretched impossibly wide and forcing the fat crown past her lips.
Her eyes rolled to back of head like the tangy taste of my cock had sweetened in her taste buds.
She bobbed deeper and a wet choking gag exploded from her throat.
Spit flooded her mouth instantly, cascading over her chin in thick ropes, splattering onto her heaving, laced cleavage.
"Fuck.. you look so much better like this," I groaned.
She blinked up at me shamefully.
"Choking on your stepson’s dick instead of pretending to be a faithful wife, suits you better."
She didn’t stop.
She shoved forward, throat spasming, neck visibly swelling as inch after desperate inch disappeared between her obscenely stretched lips.
My fingers tangled in her raven hair.
More shameless tears streamed down her temple, mascara running in black rivers, but her eyes — fuck, her eyes were pure devotion.
I watched my stepmother, the high maintenance, untouchable society queen, on her knees in secret.
Navy lace drenched and clinging to her dripping cunt.
Wedding ring glinting as her hands pumped what her throat couldn’t yet handle. A mocking reminder of the vows she made to her husband.
She never stopped moving. Both manicured palms stroked the slick shaft in slow, reverent twists, spreading her own saliva over every pulsing vein.