KHUBAudio Presents: Private Session
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The Bull’s Perspective
College parties are always loud, messy, and full of Sluts. I spotted her before she even saw me she was storming through the crowd with her boyfriend trailing behind like a lost puppy. His voice cracked, desperate, begging her to stop. Everybody knew his secret. He’d been caught cheating, and now he was scrambling to keep what was already gone.
She shoved past him and bumped into me. Her palm pressed against my chest as she steadied herself. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes, and a smile sharp enough to slice through her anger.
“You wanna dance?” she asked.
I didn’t need to answer. I just pulled her closer. On the floor, she moved against me like she was proving a point. Every sway of her hips screamed rebellion. Every laugh was louder than his begging from the couch. He sat there watching, fists tight, jaw clenched, but frozen.
After a few dances and a few drinks She leaned in, lips brushing my ear.
“Come with me.”
Her hand locked around mine and she pulled me straight into the bathroom. The door slammed, her lips crashed against mine, and that’s when the pounding started. Him. On the other side. Crying. Begging.
I cracked the door, and my eyes cut through him like a blade.
“Chill.”
She stepped past me, looked him dead in the eye, and whispered with a venomous calm:
“This is happening. You can watch… or you can wonder for the rest of your life.”
He broke right there. Shoulders dropped. Eyes wet. He stepped inside and sat on the toilet like he’d been sentenced. Stripped of pride. Stripped of fight.
She smirked, then turned to me with hunger in her eyes.
“Show him what it looks like when a real man takes me.”
Her words were knives, meant for him but fueled by me. She wanted him destroyed, and I was more than willing.
He sat down on the toilet and just watched
I pulled her into the bathtub. Kissing her deeply She laughed darkly, tilting her head back, then looked straight at him.
“You don’t own me anymore. You never did.”
He shook his head, muttering “Please… don’t.” His voice cracked like glass.
She grabbed my face and kissed me harder moaning loud enough to echo off the tile, loud enough for him to drown in.
“Sit there. Don’t move. This is your punishment.”
She got on her knees and pulled my dick out and smiled
“This is a real man” she said looking at him
“The difference between me and you is I can have dick like this every day”
He whimpered
She stared giving me head but couldn’t take all of me
“Sorry sir it’s been awhile since I’ve had a real man forgive me please” she said
I laughed and said let’s see if that pussy can take me
It was to tight at first but eventually her wetness let me slide into her inch by inch
She moaned loud enough for everyone to hear even with the music blasting
I didn’t last long and busted my nutt deep inside of her, I zipped up, calm, composed, untouched by his sorrow. She turned back to him, cum dripping down her leg smiling with cruel satisfaction.
“Now you know the difference.”
And I left them there—her glowing with victory, him shattered and hollow.