“You… most… certainly… fucking… ARE!” I mocked her sarcastically, showing her my best evil grin.
“Get out of my house!” she demanded.
“Sure,” I shrugged, although I didn’t budge. I added, as I bluffed, “If you’re okay with my showing a few people my video of your getting ass fucked by my son.”
“You have no such video,” she said, her tone less confident than a few seconds earlier.
“I installed a security system several months ago,” I explained, pulling out my phone. I pressed a few buttons and said, “See?” It showed an in-time shot of my empty living room with the morning sunshine streaming into it, not what she’d been doing in it earlier, but together with my accurate description of her activities, it seemed to do the trick.
Her face paled.
It was so fucking cool.
“So either get between my legs and start licking, or for a start I send the video to your husband,” I said.
“We can work something out,” she said, looking panicked but trying to remain in control.
“I thought that’s what I just offered,” I smirked, really enjoying making her sweat.
“I’m not a lesbian,” she said.
“I’m not either,” I shrugged. “I just want a nice cum, and now I have a convenient next-door cunt-licker on hand whenever I need an orgasm.”
“If I do it once, will you delete everything?”
“If you eat me whenever I want you to, I won’t show this to your husband until you get defiant with me,” I countered, as if I had all the cards.
“Denise, be reasonable,” she shifted to bargaining.
“I think I’m being very reasonable,” I said. “I could just spill the beans to your husband and be done with it.”
“I can give you money,” she begged.
“I don’t need money,” I refuted. “I need my cunt licked. Now!”
“Denise, please,” she pleaded… looking desperate, which only enhanced my excitement. It was great to finally have one up on her.
“I like that,” I smiled. “You do love to beg.”
“Denise,” she sighed.
“Look, slut,” I said, purposely calling her a name I knew would piss her off even more, “I’m pretty tired. I need an orgasm and then I need to go to bed. Stop playing games. You’re going to eat my cunt, I’m going to come on your face, and then… only then… you can watch me walk away and leave you alone for a day or two.”
“You’re such a bitch,” she said, as she finally gave in and approached me.
“Pot calling the kettle,” I retorted, smiling the entire time.
“I can’t fucking believe you’re making me do this,” she said, shifting from bargaining back to her usual bitchy self.
“You did this to yourself by being a complete ass whore to a teenager,” I countered as she knelt before me.
“You’re enjoying this?” she noticed.
“I am,” I admitted. “I’ve hated your pretentious attitude for years, so this is a sweet bit of retribution. Yet at the moment, I just want to use your tongue and face to get myself off.”
Before she could respond, I reached forward to put my hand at the back of her head and guided her into my extremely wet pussy.
“You bitch,” she said, just before her voice was muffled by my pussy.
“Start licking,” I ordered. “I can hold you like this all morning.”