The Final Fuck
In the end, Feng Kun had no choice but to give up, though he felt a twinge of discomfort. With a creepy chuckle, he said, “What’s wrong, did you get diamonds embedded in your pussy? Won’t even let me touch it now.”
Li Wen snorted, refusing to back down. “Cut the crap, Feng Kun. I’m warning you—don’t bother me anymore. I don’t have time to play games with you.”
“Oh? And what’s that supposed to mean?”
Feng Kun sneered coldly. “You know damn well how much money you’ve taken from me these past few years. Now you wanna just pat your ass and walk away? You think I’m some idiot?”
“Don’t talk nonsense, Feng Kun.”
Li Wen’s face darkened. “You gave me those things willingly. Besides, I let you fuck me for years—I’m the one who feels shortchanged.”
“Come on, Li Wen, that’s no way to tally it up.”
Feng Kun pulled the car over onto a secluded road that had never been properly paved, so traffic was sparse.
“I’ve treated you well all these years. Now you think I’m useless and wanna burn the bridge after crossing it?”
“Say whatever you want. We can’t keep this up anyway—my husband’s starting to get suspicious.”
Li Wen felt a flicker of guilt, but with Feng Kun laying it all out, she steeled herself. “Feng Kun, I’ll sleep with you one more time tonight. Starting tomorrow, we’re just colleagues.”
“Fine by me.”
Feng Kun’s eyes gleamed as he agreed, sliding his hand back onto Li Wen’s thigh. She didn’t resist, letting him inch up her skirt, his fingers teasing her pussy lips through the thin lace panties. Soon, she was getting aroused, her plump thighs quivering lightly, her slit growing slick as her body squirmed restlessly.
Li Wen’s insides itched with need, urging him to hurry up, but Feng Kun pulled his hand away. A few people had wandered by on the roadside, peering into the car. Irritated, he honked hard, and they slunk off grudgingly.
“Forget it—let’s go to your place.”
Li Wen figured the roadside wasn’t safe anyway; getting spotted by an acquaintance would be disastrous. Feng Kun felt the same, so he drove back to his place in the education bureau’s family courtyard. They slipped inside unnoticed and hurried to his apartment.
Once through the door, Li Wen exhaled in relief, but Feng Kun grinned and yanked her into his arms, groping her hot, voluptuous body. His hands kneaded her massive, perky tits through her dress. “Baby, I’m really gonna miss these huge jugs. Tonight, I’m gonna play with them good and proper. Call it our last fuck. Haha.”
“Quit yapping and get on with it if you’re gonna do it. I wanna go home.”
Li Wen sounded impatient. Strangely, now that she’d decided to cut ties, this man repulsed her. His once-decent features now looked rat-like, his smile shriveled and ugly. She couldn’t fathom how she’d put up with him for so long.
Feng Kun seethed inwardly and roughly hiked up her skirt, exposing her round, snowy-white ass. He pinched it hard, smirking smugly. “This ass is so fucking perky. Has your hubby ever railed you from behind? Heh.”
His hand delved between her thighs, fingering her thick pussy lips.
Though disgusted, Li Wen’s body betrayed her, reacting involuntarily. She writhed weakly. “Stop fingering it—fuck me already.”
“Heh, knew you wanted it, you slut. Tonight, I’m gonna fuck you to death.”
Feng Kun carried Li Wen to the living room sofa, positioning her bent over the backrest, her pale ass thrust up. He yanked down her sheer stockings and lace panties, revealing her glossy black bush and dripping pussy lips.
He dropped his pants, baring his hairy thighs and rock-hard cock. Gripping her waist, he rubbed his shaft against her plump cheeks a few times before guiding it to her soaked slit and thrusting in with a wet squelch.
Li Wen grunted, gripping the sofa back tightly, arching her back to stick her ass higher. She took his fierce pounding, her stockings and panties tangled at her knees, forcing her thighs together and clamping his scorching cock tight. Each thrust sent jolts of intense pleasure through her; she wanted to scream but held back.
“Scream all you want—no one’ll hear. The walls here are soundproofed.”
Feng Kun hammered her pussy while roughly squeezing her swaying tits upfront. Knowing he’d never fuck this slutty housewife again, he was brutal, deforming her breasts with his grip.
Li Wen winced, realizing he was tormenting her on purpose, but she gritted her teeth and endured. If she wanted out, she’d pay the price—this was payback for his years of “generosity.”
Feng Kun pounded her bare ass over a hundred times before sensing his climax building. He slowed down—he wasn’t about to cum so quick and let her off easy. Li Wen knew his game; her tender pussy needed the breather after his merciless railing anyway.
“Be honest, Li Wen—has your slutty little hole been fucked by anyone besides your hubby and me?”
Feng Kun slid leisurely in her snug channel, feeling her walls clench and milk his glans, waves of bliss firing through his nerves.
“No. You think I’m that loose?”
Li Wen panted, snorting at his question. “If you hadn’t tricked me back then, you’d never have touched this body.”
“Heh, I did it ‘cause I cared. You were the one playing hard to get.”
The urge to cum ebbed, so Feng Kun picked up speed. “I don’t buy it. That old fart Li Jianjun never fucked you? Why else would he push your promotion? You two definitely did it—with your slutty vibe, how could he resist?”
“Believe it or not. Not every guy’s as horny as you. Principal Li’s not like that.”
Li Wen recalled offering herself in Li Jianjun’s office, only to be coldly rejected. Humiliation burned in her—it was her lowest moment, serving herself up on a platter and getting ignored. But his eventual help with her promotion shifted her view; not all men lusted after her body like Feng Kun.
“So what if I’m horny? I love fucking other guys’ wives—and you loved every second, slut. Today, I’m gonna wreck you.”
Feng Kun yanked her hair, his thick cockhead plunging relentlessly into her slick depths. Li Wen wailed in ecstasy, her snowy ass grinding back, face flushed with bliss as she lost herself in the pounding.
Her moans drove him wild; he slammed harder, his hips smacking her firm, greasy cheeks with wet slaps, her pussy squelching and drooling juices down her pale thighs.
“Ah… ah… faster… I can’t take it…”
Li Wen threw her head back, mouth agape, gasping for air. Her huge tits bounced wildly, rippling with lewd waves.
Feng Kun railed her for dozens more strokes until his glans tingled unbearably. He clutched her meaty body, burying deep and unleashing hot spurts of cum. He panted before pulling out his slick, semi-hard cock. Li Wen slumped over the sofa, still catching her breath, red handprints glaring on her pale ass, white semen oozing from her pussy.
“Satisfied now? I’m leaving. No more contact after this.”
Li Wen stood, wiping her slit clean with tissue, pulling up her panties and stockings, fixing her disheveled hair. Her face still glowed red, eyes misty.
“What’s the rush?”
Feng Kun pulled her close, groping her tits. “It’s early—suck me hard, and we’ll go again.”
“Feng Kun, we had a deal.”
Li Wen shoved him off, serious. “I’m not joking. We’re just colleagues now. Keep this up, and I won’t hold back.”
“Fine, turning on me already.”
Feng Kun sneered, grabbing a stack of photos from the bookshelf and tossing them on the coffee table. “Take a look.”
Li Wen snatched them—intimate shots of her and Feng Kun, posing sluttily. Furious and ashamed, she snarled, “What the hell, Feng Kun? When did you take these? I had no idea!”
“Just souvenirs. We had some good times—can’t end just like that.”
Feng Kun lounged on the sofa, grinning. “Don’t worry, I’ll print copies and send them home for your hubby and mom-in-law to enjoy your ‘charms.’”
“You fucking bastard.”
Li Wen shredded the photos, her face ashen. She never imagined he’d secretly photographed her—if her husband saw, she’d be ruined.
“Damn right I’m a bastard—and you let this bastard fuck you for years. What does that make you?”
Feng Kun shrugged, smirking. “If you hadn’t tallied it so neatly, I wouldn’t stoop this low. Kneel and suck me off, though, and I might reconsider.”
“Dream on.”
Li Wen stormed out, face grim. But outside the complex, helplessness crept in. She’d sounded resolute, but she couldn’t fully break with him—if he sent those pics to her husband, she was done for. Yet submitting to his blackmail?
Now she saw how childish her schemes were compared to his. He’d treated her like a toy, snapping pics to control her. No—she wouldn’t let him ruin her life. She had to get those photos back.
Thinking Ma Jun might still be waiting in the little garden, she rushed to school but found no sign of him. He’d probably left. Sighing, she headed home.
Entering, she saw her husband Zhao Mingde on the computer in his study. She asked about the kid; he said the grandparents had taken them for a walk. Then he sniffed. “What’s that smell? Weird.”
Li Wen flushed—Feng Kun’s cum still lingered in her pussy. Panicking, she said, “Oh, passed a BBQ stall on the way from school. Probably that. I’m gonna shower.”
She dashed to the bathroom, stripping and rinsing her crotch thoroughly, then changed into a skimpy nightie in the bedroom.
Zhao Mingde emerged, eyeing her exposed thighs and barely concealed tits. Aroused, he hugged her. “Come on, kids aren’t home—let’s do it.”
“Nah, they’ll be back soon.”
Li Wen wasn’t keen—another man’s cock had just been inside her, and fucking her husband now felt off. But his earnest, dopey face softened her; she half-heartedly agreed, locked the door, and stripped for bed.
Zhao Mingde stripped eagerly, clambered on, fumbled a grope, and poked at her slit. But too soft, he couldn’t enter. Embarrassed—his chronic issue—Li Wen sighed inwardly, grabbed his limpish cock, and guided it in.
“Here I come, honey.”
He thrust excitedly, but compared to Feng Kun or Ma Jun, it was lackluster. Watching his floppy worm slide in and out, Li Wen faked soft moans like a bored hooker placating a john, wishing he’d finish quick.
A few dozen pumps, and he was done, slumped on her savoring it. She nudged him. “Get off—your mom’ll bring the kid back soon.”
Reluctant, he rolled off and rinsed in the bathroom. Freshly showered, Li Wen stayed naked on the bed, feeling her life was dull. No spark from her husband, and her lover schemed behind her back. Ma Jun’s face flashed—big dick, but just a high schooler. He satisfied her body, not her ambitions. If selling out, she needed a worthy buyer.
She mulled her male contacts, pondering the best mark. Her phone buzzed—a text from the stranger: send another pic. Li Wen smiled faintly; fear gone, she found chatting fun. He didn’t seem too mature. She snapped her bare pussy twice, sent them, then texted: “You saw mine—fair’s fair, show me yours.”
Minutes later, a reply: a pic of a modest, pale cock, erect and veiny—clearly a teen jerking to her shots. Probably one of her students, but impossible to ID from the dick alone. She couldn’t strip-search her class.
Pondering how to unmask him, another buzz. Assuming more dick pic, she lazily opened it: her ass up, cock buried in her pussy. She jolted, deleted it fast—the text was from Feng Kun, taunting her. Teeth gritted, she vowed to reclaim those photos.