Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps - Sex Stories

Jake's Magic Remote XV - Cheats and Chumps

... full heat of her core around him, and groaned loudly. Sarah barely held back the urge to laugh as she felt his cum spurt inside her, warming her mid-thrust instead of as the white-hot explosion he’d been building up to. Ruining a man’s orgasm was a trick she hadn’t used since college, but clearly she still knew how to do it. Jerome would still be partially hard for a while, and the blue-balls effect would no doubt having him jerking off to the thought of her as soon as he had a chance, but right now she’d established dominance without seeming to try. She fell back onto his couch, panting to catch her breath, and bit her cheek to keep from moaning while he eased his semi-erect weapon out of her. “Mm, that was fun,” Sarah purred, not bothering to look back at him. “We should do it again sometime.” Petra grinned wickedly as she slipped out of Jerome’s coat closet, tucking the remote into her pocket. This had been easier than she’d thought. Clearly her mother had been ready to cheat already; she’d just needed that little push. And what a bitch she was about it, too! That poor guy! She leaned in close to examine the aftermath. Jerome’s dick looked to be aching from the denial that apparently had been performed on it. She was tempted to stroke and suck it until he sprayed all over her mother’s back… but for the time being, him being horny would be a better plan. It was tough not to go through with something, of course. The scene had been hot enough that she’d had a hand down the ...

... front of her slacks, and she felt almost wet enough that Jerome wouldn’t tear her apart if she mounted him. But no. She could wait. Daddy would be home soon enough. She whistled a tune to herself as she walked out, poking at her phone, reviewing the pictures and videos she’d captured and saving them to an online archive. At some point, she would use them to turn events toward the right ending. Not yet, maybe not even soon, but eventually. Time, after all, was on her side. Petra’s phone buzzed after she restarted time in her bedroom. She looked down at it, and found that there was a message waiting from Jeremy, the creepy k** next door. Jeremy had been stalking her pretty much since he’d bought binoculars and she’d started growing tits, but actually contacting her like a real person was new. The only reason he even had her number was that she’d once watched his parents’ cat while they were out of town. “WE NEED 2 TALK” was the message waiting for her, and there was a picture attached. A picture that looked to be taken from Jeremy’s yard, through the window and into the kitchen… where Petra was on tiptoes, kissing her father on the lips. His hand was visibly squeezing her ass, and it was obvious that they were both very much into it. “Fuck,” Petra muttered, deleting the picture. She sat on her bed and poked out a response, playing cautious: “Talk about what?” It didn’t take long for another message to come across: “What U can do for me.” Seriously? That shithead was really going ...