Chapter 184 Blackmail
Quentin finally gave up, though he was pretty ticked off. With a sarcastic laugh, he said, "What's the deal? Is your pussy made of diamonds now that I can't even touch it?"
Vanessa snorted, standing her ground. "Quentin, knock it off. I'm warning you, don't mess with me anymore. I don't have time for your crap."
"Oh, really? And what does that mean?" Quentin shot back coldly. "Do you have any idea how much money you've taken from me over the years? Now you think you can just walk away? Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"Quentin, don't be ridiculous," Vanessa snapped, her face darkening. "You gave me those things willingly. Besides, I let you play with me for years. I think I'm the one who got the short end of the stick."
"Vanessa, that's not fair," Quentin said, pulling the car over to a secluded road. "I haven't treated you badly these past years. I think you just want to ditch me now that you think I'm useless."
"Say what you want. We can't keep this up. My husband is starting to get suspicious," Vanessa said, feeling guilty but firm. Seeing Quentin lay his cards on the table, she decided to be blunt. "Quentin, I'll play with you one last time tonight, but starting tomorrow, we're just colleagues."
"Fine by me," Quentin agreed, his eyes gleaming. He reached over and started caressing Vanessa's thigh again. This time, she didn't resist, letting his hand slide up her skirt, his fingers brushing against her lace panties and the entrance of her pussy. Soon, his touch had her legs trembling and her pussy moistening, her body writhing with anticipation.
Just as Vanessa was about to urge Quentin to hurry up, he pulled his hand back. A few people were walking by, peering into the car. Annoyed, Quentin honked the horn loudly, scaring them off.
"Let's go to your place," Vanessa suggested, realizing it wasn't safe to continue on the road. It would be bad if someone they knew saw them. Quentin had the same thought and drove back to his apartment in the education bureau's housing complex. They quickly slipped inside, avoiding any prying eyes.
Once inside, Vanessa barely had time to catch her breath before Quentin grabbed her, his hands groping her large, firm breasts through her dress. "Baby, I'm really gonna miss these tits. Tonight, I'm gonna enjoy them thoroughly, even if it's our last time," he laughed.
"Stop talking and get on with it. I need to get home," Vanessa replied impatiently. Strangely, once she had resolved to end things with Quentin, she found him increasingly repulsive. His once attractive features now seemed rat-like, his smile lecherous. She couldn't fathom how she had tolerated him for so long.
Angered, Quentin roughly lifted Vanessa's skirt, revealing her round, white ass. He gave it a hard squeeze, saying, "Your ass is so perky. Has your husband ever fucked you from behind?" He then slid his hand between her thighs, rubbing her swollen pussy lips.
Despite her disgust, Vanessa's body couldn't help but respond. She writhed and weakly said, "Stop teasing and just do it."
"I knew you wanted it, you slut. Tonight, I'm gonna fuck you senseless," Quentin said, dragging her to the living room sofa. He bent her over the back, pulling down her stockings and lace panties to reveal her glistening pussy.
Quentin dropped his pants, exposing his hairy legs and rock-hard cock. He grabbed Vanessa's waist, rubbing his cock against her ass before thrusting it into her wet pussy with a single push.
Vanessa grunted, gripping the sofa tightly and pushing her body down, her ass high in the air to take Quentin's hard thrusts. Her stockings and panties bunched around her knees, preventing her from spreading her legs, making each thrust even more intense. She wanted to scream but bit her lip to stifle the sound.
"Go ahead and scream. These walls are soundproof. No one will hear you," Quentin said, pounding into her while squeezing her bouncing breasts hard. Knowing it might be his last chance, he was rough, making her breasts deform under his grip.
Vanessa winced, knowing Quentin was deliberately tormenting her. She endured his abuse, accepting it as the price for ending their relationship. Tonight would be her way of compensating Quentin for his years of support.
Quentin fucked her hard for over a hundred strokes, feeling himself close to ejaculating. He slowed down, not wanting to finish too quickly. Vanessa knew Quentin's intentions too well; after the rough pounding she just received from him, her delicate flesh was a bit sore and needed a break.
"Vanessa, be honest with me. Besides your husband and me, has any other man fucked your slutty pussy?" Quentin asked, his cock slowly sliding in and out of her tight, contracting vagina, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"No, do you think I'm that promiscuous?" Vanessa panted, annoyed. "If you hadn't set me up, you wouldn't have touched me at all."
"Because I cared about you. You were pretending to be all proper, not letting me touch you," Quentin said, picking up the pace again. "I don't believe you've only been with me and your husband. How could Principal Jones resist your charms? You must have done something to get your promotion. There's no way he could have held back."
"Believe what you want. Not every man is as passionate as you. Principal Jones isn't that kind of person," Vanessa snapped, recalling her humiliating experience of offering herself to Oliver and being rejected. It had been the most degrading moment of her life, but she had come to respect Jones for his integrity. Not all men were like Quentin, lusting after her body.
"So what if I'm lecherous? I love fucking other men's wives, and you love it too, you slut. Tonight, I'm going to fuck you to death," Quentin said, gripping her hair and thrusting his thick cock into her wet pussy. Vanessa moaned loudly, her white ass writhing, her face showing a mix of pain and pleasure as she succumbed to the brutal fucking.
Quentin was driven wild by Vanessa's moans, increasing his pace. His hips slammed against her firm ass, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Her pussy squelched, oozing juices that ran down her smooth thighs.
"Ah... ah... faster... I can't take it anymore..." Vanessa gasped, her neck arched, her mouth open wide, struggling to breathe. Her large breasts bounced with each thrust, creating waves of lewd motion.
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