An erotic tale of frustration and seduction
"Sweet Revenge" erotica by Carrie Swan
I'm not used to rejection.
So, when my sexy flatmate, Dan, turned me down after I asked him on a
date, I
was humiliated. How could I live in the same apartment with such a hot,
fuckable man, knowing he didn't want me?
"It'll ruin our
friendship," he'd said, holding both my hands. "I don't want to spoil
what we have."
Fuck our friendship.
From that point on, I
decided
I needed to get over Dan, which wasn’t easy when he strolled half naked
around
the apartment. I wanted to sink my teeth into his muscular shoulders and
wrap
my fingers around the huge bulge in his jeans. I tried seeing other men
but I
didn't sleep with any of them despite my growing sexual frustration. No
one
except Dan would do.
Weeks later, the
frustration
still hadn't gone away. Everything reminded me of Dan and the sex I
wasn't
getting. After one particularly boring blind date, I went home and
showered.
Even the steady pressure of the water caressing my breasts, stiffening
my
nipples, turned me on. I reached down and inserted a finger into my
pussy, then
two, enjoying the wetness and heat until the damn water went cold.
I got out and
wrapped a towel
around my body. Still turned on, I headed straight for Dan's porn
collection.
I'd discovered them in his bottom drawer when I was snooping around one
day. I
put one in the DVD player and sat on the lounge room floor.
After a few minutes
of
awkward giggling at the ridiculous scenarios, I started to get into it.
The men
were so buff and seeing their cocks go rock hard from the attentions of
the
full breasted women turned me on more. I touched myself under the towel,
but it
got in the way so I quickly shed it. My breasts tumbled out. Cool air
caressed
my heated skin and my nipples tightened. I teased one until it formed a
peak,
just as the secretary went down on the male receptionist. He threw his
head
back and thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock further down her
throat.
They both moaned.
And so did someone
behind me.
I froze, then spun
round. Dan
lay on his stomach on the couch, his eyes closed tightly.
Too tightly. He wasn't asleep, just
pretending. What should I do? Go hide in my room? Pack
up and leave, never to return?
I did neither.
Instead, I
smiled to myself, turned back to the TV and continued rubbing my
nipples. The
TV sat inside a large wooden cabinet with long cupboards on either side,
fronted by glass doors. Inside, shelves held some of my grandmother's
good
china figurines. Reflected in the glass was everything behind me,
including the
couch and Dan lying on it. I hadn't noticed earlier because I'd been
intent on
the TV.
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As the two women on
screen
began to lick each other while the man watched, I reached down and
inserted a
finger into my wetness. By now I was so hot, so turned on, I began to
pump my
own hand. It felt so good, I moaned. Just as I'd expected, Dan's eyes
opened. And stayed open. He
watched me as I inserted another finger, pushing them all the way in. I
rose
onto my knees so he could get a better view and pulled my fingers out
before
ramming them both back in again. With my thumb, I circled my swollen
clit. I
was so turned on by the movie and knowing I was being watched that it
wouldn't
be long before I came.
With my free hand, I
cupped
my breast and offered it to Dan's reflection. His eyes were half open so
I knew
he was awake and watching. I squeezed my nipple and gasped as heat
spiraled
down to my pussy. I had never felt so alive, so sexy, and so damn horny. Dan must have felt it too because his
hand disappeared between his body and the couch and his hips rose
slightly. He
was undoing his jeans, probably reaching in to touch his hard penis.
I wanted to see it,
see him
get hard for me, but I had to be satisfied with the porn actor's rigid
cock,
which was aimed at the blonde's ass. As she separated her cheeks for
him, I
inserted another finger into myself and arched my body at the sensations
coursing through me. Dan made a small sound. Then he did something that
turned
me on even more. His hips began pumping up and down, just a little. He
must be
masturbating, right there behind me on the couch. But then his hand came
out.
So what was he doing if he wasn't pulling on himself? His hips still
rose and
fell so he must be rubbing his cock against the couch.
It felt powerful to
have a
grown man hump a couch because I turned him on so much he just had to
find
release in any way he could. For the first time since we'd moved in
together, I
felt in control of our relationship. I was the one in charge. I could
humiliate
him just by turning around and acknowledging his presence.
The man in the movie
fucked
the blonde hard in the ass and the camera focused onto his heavy balls,
slapping against her cheeks. She panted, groaned and pushed back into
him, and
suddenly my own groans joined hers. My pussy dripped as I fucked myself
hard,
fast, grinding my hand into my engorged clit. Behind me, Dan clutched
the couch
cushion, his hips pumping quickly. Then his body shuddered
uncontrollably and
he let out a loud, involuntary grunt.
That sent me over
the edge.
My orgasm exploded over my fingers, sending waves of tingling euphoria
through
every nerve ending. When I finally stopped quivering, I switched off the
TV and
stood.
Dan still lay on his
stomach
on the couch, watching me. Droplets of sweat beaded along his hairline
and
upper lip. Except for the hard breathing making his chest rise and fall,
he
didn't move.
"Enjoy the show?" I
asked.
"Yes," he
whispered. He coughed to clear his throat. "Yes," he said again,
louder.
"Good. Get up," I
demanded.
He hesitated, "Not
yet."
"Now!"
To my surprise, he
obeyed.
Sheepishly, he rose. Well over six foot of muscle stood before me
dressed only
in jeans, the fly undone and a dripping cock hanging loose. I wanted to
lick it
clean then take him into my mouth until it hardened again. But I didn't.
I
wanted him to beg first.
"Clean the couch
before
you go to bed," I said.
He nodded. I walked
towards
my room, not trying to cover my nakedness. I could feel his gaze on my
ass, my
best feature. He coughed behind me and I turned round, raising a brow.
"Um, I don't know
how to
say this, but," he thrust his hands into his jeans pockets, "will you
go out with me some time?"
I gave him an
oh-so-sweet
smile. "I don't want to ruin our friendship."
His jaw dropped and I
laughed
as I entered my bedroom. "But if you're really good, I might let you
watch
me again."
Originally published April 2010