My Revenge

I’ve decided to post a true story for a change. Of course all the names have been changed…

Tabitha and her ex-husband Bob were friends of my ex-wife’s and mine. They have a beautiful little girl (now 5 years old) together, which Tabitha no longer sees any due to a lot of personal problems she’ll probably never work on, or change.

Anyway, four years ago, my ex and I were involved with a rather nasty dividend and custody battle over my two sons. In spite of my best attempts to keep things civil, my ex was determined to have an all-out war, and was pulling out all of the stops. Her new boyfriend (now her husband) is just as lazy as she is, and they needed money (Child support and welfare benefits) to get by, so she was really going for my throat.

One night, while I was working at a convenience store, Tabitha came in to see me, and claimed my ex and her new man screwwed her over. She had been living with them, and they suddenly kicked her out without repaying the half of the rent she had given them.

I was a very different person back then, more trusting and gullible than I am now. (The dividend and custody battle have changed me forever.) Up to this point I had always tried my best to put everyone’s needs over my own. So, I gave her some money for food, and to find a place to stay. She then swore she would testify for me in the upcoming court battle.

A couple of weeks later, Tabitha showed up for court all right, but for my ex. It seems the whole story had been a plan to get more money from me, and to humiliate me in court.

I lost my sons that day. My ex moved out of state, and I only see them once a year now. Though I still see Bob all the time, I hadn’t seen or heard from Tabitha since that day, and I was fine by that. I hate the bitch.

Now, it’s four years later…

Three months ago, I sawTabitha’s blog online, and read how she hasn’t seen her daughter, and how after helping her get her sons, my ex really did screw her over and moved out of state.

For days, I tried to ignore what I had read, but then the new (though maybe not improved) me finally kicked in, and I came up with a plan so dark and cruel, I was surprised by it.

I sent an email to her, acting as if nothing had happened, and I was just trying to check up on an old friend. (We had been friends once after all.) I honestly didn’t think she would respond, but she did, apologizing for what she did to me, and boo-hooing about Bob refusing to allow her to see her daughter.

The next step in my plan was that I messaged her again, asking to meet, and hinting (without directly saying) that I could help her see her daughter again. She jumped at the chance, and agreed to meet me at my place.

When she arrived, we talked about nothing for a bit, then Iquite worked the conversation to her daughter. I told her that I’m still close friends with Bob, and see her kid all the time. I also said I would be willing to do what I could to help her see the girl, on one condition… She had to agree to do whatever I told her to do.

“What do I have to do?” She asked uncertainly.

“Does it matter?” I returned pointedly. “We both know that I may be your only hope to see her, and if you really love her, then this isn’t too much to ask, is it?”

She reluctantly agreed, and my plan was complete.

“Ok, first turn off you cell phone.” I commanded. “I don’t wqant interruptions.”

She did as she was told, giving me an odd, fearful look.

“Now, get undressed, I want to see you naked.”

She started to argue, but I reminded her that it was for a “good cause”, and she slowly, angrilycompiled.

Tabitha is not what you would call a good looking woman (She’s not completely hideous, just plain), and she has an average body. As she stood before me, completely nude, her “c” sized tits sagging slightly, I grabbed my digital camera, and snapped a few pics before she could cover herself.

“What the hell are you doing?” She snapped at me angrily.

“Just getting a little revenge.” I told her, waving the camera. “Now, you really will do everything I say, or I’m going to pot these pictures all over the internet.”

She began to cry, which only made me more determined. She didn’t care when I cried after she helped destroy my life.

I unzipped my pants, and told her to suck my cock. She begged me at first, but soon saw I wasn’t kidding, and finally compiled. Her mouth was nice and warm, and she wasn’t bad at giving head. She sucked until her jaws ached, then she licked the shake, head and balls, until she could suck again.

After blowing my wad down her throat and forcing her to swallow it, I bent her over the arm of my sofa, and played with her loose, wet pussy with my fingers until she came. She was crying openly now, but refusing to speak to me, which was fine by me.

With the juice from her pussy, I lubricated my dick and her ass. She began to begging me to stop, and praying desperately that I would, as I slid my cock into the tight little space.

The pain was too much for her apparently, because she screamed as I hammered my dick into her over and over. Fortunately, I live in a very rural area, and there isn’t anyone near enough to hear it.

“You really are a little whore, aren’t you?” I grunted, as I continued to bang her ass. “Bob was right about you. Does this feel good? I’m just fucking you the way you fucked me and my boys, you little slut!"

Finally, I shot my load inside her with a loud groan, and pulled out. Then I turned her around and forced her onto her knees. She gagged a little, as I force my dick into her mouth and demanded she clean it off.

Once she was finished, crying and lying on the floor in the fetal position, I told her to get dressed. Then I informed her this wasn’t over, and that I still had the pictures. If she ever wanted even the slightest chance of seeing her daughter again, she would keep her mouth shut, and come running when I called, otherwise, I would share my pictures with the entire world.

So far, she has been a good little whore, and has done everything I’ve told her. Which means I won’t be posting the pics… yet. But who knows?