Chloe was undeniably beautiful, but her love life had always been plagued by misfortune. She had a habit of falling too quickly, while the men she encountered were usually only interested in her body.
Now twenty-five, she believed she had learned to recognize when a man was only after one thing—or so she thought.
Yohan didn't seem any different at first. And yet, as she lay in bed that night, she felt no regret.
He had been honest about his intentions. He hadn't made empty promises or pretended to love her just to end up between her legs.
In a way that felt more intimate, the memory of surrendering herself to his lust was making her aroused. She could almost feel the shape of his cock still inside her.
Before she knew it she was touching herself and moaning. The flashbacks kept replaying inside her head.
She squeezed her breasts as she continued to rub her pussy, she wanted Yohan to fuck her like he did before. She wanted him to squeeze her breast and pound her like crazy until she couldn't take it anymore.
Thinking about Yohan, she rubbed herself until she had an intense orgasm, leaving her spent and breathless.
"Fuck," her sweet voice trailed off in the empty room
While in Yohan's house he was also awake under a blanket, watching the final match in the bet he made on his phone.
"Come on…" he said eagerly.
"Just score already!"
And soon he jumped up and screamed,
"Goal!!!"
He couldn't believe his eyes, the game went exactly as he remembered it. After a few more minutes the final whistle went off and the money was paid to him.
He stared at his balance eyes wide "$124,000"
"T-this is… unbelievable," he tried his best not to scream.
Overnight he made this much money, it was too good to be true.
He rushed to the bathroom to splash some water in his face, still struggling to believe.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror and asked "I'm rich?"
"I'm actually rich!!!!" He screamed.
In his past life all he knew was suffering and pain, towards the end there was no one to even care about him. Everyone had abandoned him, actually he practically had no one since his parents death and after his uncle kicked him out he had to struggle to survive.
He worked odd job that would only pay a couple of dollars, people hardly even treated him like a human being.
Now he had more money than he could ever imagine, not just that, he could easily even make way more.
"I can't wait to meet all those fuckers again," he grinned.
All the people that had treated him like shit before now, every single one of them were going to feel his wrath, starting with his uncle.
Yohan took a bath and stepped out the bathroom, fortunately for him, he ran into his aunt Vivian.
His Aunt eyed his chiseled body from head to toe, and so did he.
"Aunt, you are still up?" He asked.
These days there was hardly any opportunity to be alone together so he hadn't made any progress with her, but seeing her curvy figure in her thin nightgown he grinned.
"I just came out to get a glass of water," she replied, she didn't want to be alone with him so she continued to her room.
Yohan grabbed her hand, "where are you rushing to?"
"Stay so we can talk for a bit,"
"I-I don't want to," she said anxiously knowing what Yohan wanted wasn't to talk.
"Fine," he sighed, letting her go.
But as she turned to leave he grabbed her from behind, and squeezed her massive breasts.
"Yohan sto-"
Her words were cut off by a kiss, his other hand went lower and soon found it way in-between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her panties. It was quickly soaking up.
Her body shivered but she soon turned her face away, "Yohan I said s-stop,"
She broke free from his grip and pushed him away,
"We can't do this, I already told you," she said firmly.
"Do what exactly?" Yohan asked, "you've already had my dick inside your mouth and my fingers had also been inside your pussy so what else is there?"
"A kiss?" He chuckled, "how many times have we kissed? So I don't understand why you are still holding back,"
He looked at his finger that was rubbing her pussy, it was already a bit wet from her fluids, he sniffed it.
Her face was filled with unreadable expressions,
"I know how you smell and now I just want to know how you taste," he said taking a step closer.
"We don't need to do anything more just let me taste you," he leaned in and kissed the bare skin on her shoulder, a soft, gentle kiss.
Seeing him approaching her so calmly, Vivian didn't see any need to react. She was already battling the arousal she felt from his brief touches. She could already feel the heat gather in-between her legs.
"Are you threatening me once again?" She asked her voice trembling slightly.
Yohan became more confident seeing that she wasn't moving an inch, he kissed her neck sending shivers down her spine,
"Of course not," he finally raised his head, "we already settled that remember, and I'd like to say I am a man of my words,"
"If that's the case then, I'm not doing it," she said,
"Okay, I'm not going to force you to enjoy yourself all I wanted to do was suck your pussy until you cum," he whispered in her ear.
Feeling his warm breath against her neck and hearing lewd words whispered in her ears Vivian's fluids were already leaking from her panties and flowing down her thighs.
she couldn't take it anymore, "Goodnight," she rushed inside her room and shut the door behind her.
Now leaning against the door she raised her gown to see her panties completely soaked,
"What has gotten into that boy," she mumbled, her husband was sleeping deeply so he didn't hear her.
she sat on the floor and opened her legs wide, before she knew it she was rubbing herself furiously.
It was a taboo to even imagine herself with her husband's nephew but she just couldn't help it.
It wasn't the first time she had done this, infact she had been masturbating way more often since Yohan started blackmailing her. She tried to convince herself it wasn't because of him but this night just proved it. That boy was doing something to her.
She arched her body, legs bent to keep herself propped up as her fingers sent her over the edge. A rush of wetness spilled from her, her body trembling with release as she covered her mouth with one hand to stifle the sounds escaping her lips.