Chapter 185 A Keepsake
Quentin kept pounding Vanessa until he felt that familiar tingle. He held her tight, buried himself deep, and let go. After catching his breath, he pulled out, his cock still slick with their juices. Vanessa stayed draped over the sofa, her pale butt marked red, and her pussy dripping.
"Happy now? I gotta go. Let's not see each other again," Vanessa said, standing up. She wiped herself with a tissue, pulled up her panties and stockings, and fixed her hair. Her face was flushed, eyes glistening.
"What's the rush?" Quentin said, grabbing her again, his hands squeezing her breasts through her dress. "It's still early. How about a lick, and we go another round?"
"Quentin, we had a deal," Vanessa said firmly, breaking free. "I'm serious. From now on, we're just colleagues. Push it, and I won't be nice."
"Oh, really? Turning on me now?" Quentin sneered, walking to the bookshelf and pulling out a stack of photos. He tossed them on the coffee table. "Take a look."
Vanessa picked up the photos, seeing herself and Quentin in various intimate poses. Shame and anger washed over her. "Quentin, what is this? When did you take these? I had no idea."
"What do you think? A keepsake. We had a good run; can't just end it like that," Quentin said, grinning as he sat on the sofa. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to send a copy to your husband and mother-in-law. They should see the real you."
"Quentin, you bastard!" Vanessa screamed, tearing the photos to shreds. Her face went pale. She never thought Quentin would take secret photos. If her husband found out, she'd be ruined.
"Yeah, I'm a bastard. But you let this bastard fuck you for years. What does that make you?" Quentin taunted. "I didn't want to do this, but you forced my hand. Get on your knees and lick me, and I might reconsider."
"Dream on," Vanessa snapped, storming out of Quentin's apartment. But as she left, a look of helplessness crossed her face. Despite her tough words, she couldn't afford to cut ties with Quentin completely. If he showed those photos to her husband, her life would be over. But could she really give in to Quentin's threats?
Vanessa realized her schemes were no match for Quentin's. He'd always seen her as a plaything, even going so far as to secretly photograph her to blackmail her. She couldn't let Quentin destroy her life. She had to get those photos back.
Thinking Kevin might still be waiting for her in the garden, Vanessa hurried back to the school, only to find it empty. Realizing Kevin had likely left, she dejectedly returned home.
When she walked in, she saw her husband, Andrew, playing on the computer in the study. She asked where their child was. Andrew said the grandparents had taken the kid for a walk and hadn't returned yet. Suddenly, he sniffed the air and asked, "What's that smell? It's weird."
Vanessa's face flushed, knowing it was Quentin's semen still lingering. She quickly said, "Oh, I passed by a barbecue stand on my way from school. It's probably the smell of the barbecue. I'll go take a shower."
She rushed to the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, and thoroughly washed herself under the showerhead. Then she slipped into a cool nightgown.
Andrew came out of the study and saw Vanessa in a spaghetti-strap nightgown, her white legs exposed and her round breasts barely concealed. Desire surged through him. He walked over and embraced her, saying, "Come on, let's do it while the kid's not home."
"Let's not. The kid will be back soon," Vanessa said reluctantly. Having just been with another man, she felt awkward getting intimate with her husband. But seeing his eager face, she couldn't bear to refuse him. She reluctantly agreed, closed the bedroom door, and took off her nightgown.
Andrew eagerly stripped and climbed on top of Vanessa. He fumbled a bit before trying to push his cock into her, but it wasn't hard enough. Embarrassed, he looked at Vanessa, who sighed inwardly and guided his semi-hard cock into her.
"Honey, here I come," Andrew said excitedly, thrusting into her. But compared to Quentin or Kevin , Vanessa felt nothing. Watching her husband struggle to thrust his soft cock in and out, she could only go along with it, softly moaning. She felt like she was just going through the motions, wishing he'd hurry up and finish.
After a few dozen thrusts, Andrew finished, lying on top of Vanessa, savoring the moment. Vanessa pushed him off, saying, "Get off me. Your mom might bring the kid back any minute."
Andrew reluctantly got off and went to the bathroom to clean up. Vanessa, having just showered, didn't feel like moving. She lay naked on the bed, feeling disillusioned with her life. Her husband lacked passion, and her lover was scheming against her. Suddenly, Kevin 's face flashed in her mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought. Kevin 's big cock might satisfy her physically, but he was just a high school student and could offer no help in her career. If she was going to sell her body, she needed to find the right buyer.
Vanessa thought about the men she knew, considering who might be the best target. Just then, her phone beeped with a message. She saw it was from an unknown number, asking her to send another photo. Vanessa smiled. She no longer feared this stranger; in fact, she found their exchanges amusing. Though she didn't know his age or identity, she sensed he wasn't very mature. She took a couple of photos of her naked lower body and sent them, adding, "You've seen mine, now let me see yours. Fair's fair."
A few minutes later, her phone beeped again. The stranger had sent a photo of his erect cock, not too big, not too small, clearly belonging to a teenager. Vanessa guessed he was probably one of her students, masturbating to her pictures. She couldn't identify him just by his cock, and she certainly couldn't check each boy in her class.
As Vanessa pondered how to uncover the stranger's identity, her phone beeped again. Expecting another selfie, she lazily opened the message, only to see a photo of herself bent over with a cock inside her pussy. Shocked, she quickly deleted it. The message was from Quentin, who threatened her once again. Furious, Vanessa wondered how she could retrieve those photos.
Vanessa's mind raced. She needed a plan. She couldn't let Quentin hold this over her. Maybe she could use the stranger to her advantage. If he was one of her students, he might be able to help her without even knowing it. She decided to play along with the stranger for now, hoping to gather more information.
She sent a flirty message back to the stranger, "Nice pic. How about we meet up sometime? Maybe you can show me in person." She hoped this would lure him into revealing more about himself.
Meanwhile, she needed to figure out how to deal with Quentin. She couldn't confront him directly; he had too much leverage. Maybe she could find something on him, something that would make him back off. She decided to start digging into his life, looking for any dirt she could use.
Vanessa knew she was playing a dangerous game, but she had no choice. She couldn't let Quentin ruin her life. She had to take control, no matter what it took.
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