Homewrecker menage

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

I was not just any homewrecker, I was a paid homewrecker who got off on baiting married men into fucking me. Nothing excited me more than making them lose control and cheat on their wives, to ruin relationships and break up families.

I knew I was an evil bitch, but a girl had to make a living. I had firm tits, a curvy ass and a tight cunt, so I made the most of what we had had.

My latest assignment were two business men named Kyle and Harry. An associate of theirs had paid me to do some homewrecking, because all three of them were up for a promotion at work, and this associate wanted it real bad. Hence he thought that if he ruined their lives, their heads would not be on the game, and that the promotion would be all his.

That was where I came in.

Both men were sat at the bar as I entered wearing my long leopard print coat with a lowcut dress underneath. Underneath that dress there was only flesh. I had left my bra and panties at home.

I got myself a drink and sat down opposite them. After a minute or so I caught their eyes, it didn’t take men long to notice me. I then parted my legs, a faint breeze hitting my sex.

The jaws of both men dropped to the floor. I then wet my finger in my mouth, placed it between my legs, and began to rub my fingertip up and down on that slit, taking my tongue all around my lips as I did so.

Now their tongues were near hanging out of their mouths, and prominent bulges were appearing in their pants. Operation Cocktease was going very well so far.

I then stood and made my way to the ladies, beckoning both men to follow me. Little did they know that I had a hidden camera set up in there that would capture all the proceedings.

I had with me a prepared sign that said ‘Closed’ which I stuck on the door. Both men were following me, oh I had them alright.

In the ladies I let my coat fall to the floor and stepped out of my dress. As both men entered the ladies I was as naked as the day I was born, my body that was built for fucking on full display. Their wide eyes took in my silicone e-cup tits, my flat stomach, my neatly trimmed cunt and my long and slender legs.

“Hi guys.”

“Are…are you a hooker?” Asked the one I knew to be called Kyle.

“Oh no not at all, I don’t take money, I’m not that kind of girl. I just love to suck on cock, feel it thrusting away in my cunt or even going right up my nasty asshole. And I think you two gentlemen have just what I need.”

Both men were now so hard I could actually make out the contours of each cockhead through their pants. I drew attention to them.

“I see that each of you have raging hard-ons.”

“We’re both married”, said Harry, “we really shouldn’t be here, we have families.”

“Yes, but you both are both businessmen on the road who have not seen your wives for a while, and you both have needs.”