He got me off by licking my dirty fanny (Part 2 follow on my revenge story) [oral] [Mf]

This Story is follows on from ( https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/f3gbyu/i_swallowed_her_man_for_revenge_and_stuck_my_gum/ )

Names have been changed. Some dramatic differences here and there…blah blah blah..

So, my previous story may have misled you to believe I was cool and in control of all the elements in the situation, but in reality, at the time that wasn’t how I felt. My outlook hadn’t improved for this obviously doomed relationship with Jan. Nothing had happened to clear the air with his father, Val. Despite me feeling impowered enough to know I could destroy Helga, she didn’t realise I held any of the cards. One conversation about the whole mess with one of my then friends Heidi convinced me to put some distance between myself and the situation (More on that bitch in the future). Lying, I told Jan I had a cold sore for two weeks, and that was that. Foolishly, I assumed Jan would just get into his Porsche and pick up some other women, and we’d all move on, maybe he tried to. However, Val seemed to be a new cheerleader for our relationship, extending invite after invite to their estate for function after meaningless function.

Feeling worn down by the situation, I attend this one weekend. Val, Helga and some other friends are on horseback as I approached in my car. Val spots me and instantly breaks away from the pack to meet me as I park. The horse is magnificent, electric black hair and groomed to perfection with beautiful plaits. My assumption is that Val wants to clear the air. With this in mind, I recite the speech I had planned for this scenario. It’s loaded with “I’m Sorry”, “It was my fault”, “I’m trying to be the best I can for your son, I want to put that behind me” etc. He laps up the bullshit supposedly throwing him off what he wanted to say apart from reiterating his desire for this never to get out. At this point were walking the horseback to the stable. I’m wearing some Toms shoes which were popular at the time. Gently I Stroke and admire the beast while trudging through the rough terrain, after reaching the stable it’s clear my footwear is recked.

Moments later we’re at the stables, the entourage is already there. Helga is given one of the keepers a lecture on the condition of one of the horseshoes. Upon seeing me, she gives me the fakest attempt of a warm welcome, it’s cringe worthy. Seconds pass before the woman I love to hate resurfaces. “Is that what you intended to wear tonight”, she critiques, looking me up and down. As much as it pains me, she has a point this time, my canvas pumps are muddy plus I was unaware of the formality of tonight’s event. Val interjects commandingly, claiming it was probably Jan’s fault for not passing on the dress code correctly. At the same time, he’s apologetic for leading me away from the mansion, destroying my shoes. Then my worse fears manifest as he asks Helga to take us into the city to get some clothes for tonight. Embarrassed by his generosity, I claimed it was fine, and I didn’t have to go, but he insisted. “Thanks, Daddy”, I proclaim gratefully, sparking him to receive a venomous look from Helga.

I won’t bore you with all the details of our shopping experience, but it was a difficult situation for both of us to be in. Even though I protested that the look that I was after could be achieved in the major high street chains, she refused to listen. She was reluctant to step foot in anything less than a high-end designer boutique. Then once we were in there, she was getting us the cheapest garment the stores had. Oddly enough, as the shopping trip progressed, I started to warm to her. Some of the things we did, I’ve never dreamt of doing before at that age, for example, she paid for us to get our makeup done professionally. Having suffered from terrible acne as a teen, I wasn’t accustomed to jazzing up my face as appose to keeping the skin healthy, those days had long gone, so why not? The talkative staff at the cosmetic boutique helped get the conversations going between us. Optimistically, I felt things had changed as we made our last stop which was to get some shoes. Intune with my feelings, she gave me a free run of the last store we visited. I could get any high heel shoes I wanted, she said. Surprisingly she ushers me to a pair of Louboutin with the unmistakable red soles. At this point, I’m in shock and must be as equally on edge as the store’s security guards, looking at me looking like a fish out of water. I agree on the pair I’ve tried on then Helga tells the cashier something before they go to source the packaging and she pays for the shoes.

Still with me? Good. You wouldn’t believe the shit Helga pulled, stay with me for that.

So we’re back at the mansion ahead of the event tonight. Jan has been in a separate wing of the complex playing video games most of the day. He’s wearing a headset and swearing insults I don’t care to repeat to a bunch of people he doesn’t know. At this point, I’m trying to get him to pay attention to the time, reminding him people were going to start arriving soon and we should get ready. He tells me to stop nagging him and how we’re not going there early anyway. Curious to what he could mean I ask him why, he responds with, he has to meet someone for something first. Distracted by our chat, something happens to his character in the game, causing him to throw his game control and headset in a small fit of rage. He stands and turns to me his blood rushing. I’m sat on the edge of the snooker table wriggling backwards uncomfortably, spurred by his energy. With a hint of menace, he closes in on me, grabbing me passionately for a deep, unexpected kiss. The next few seconds are him stripping me of my underwear and entering me on the table for an uncomfortable quickie I wasn’t prepared for.

I’d love to lie to you, the reader here. Could I write how soaking wet I was, how much pleasure his deep thrusts were giving me, but the truth prevails. Most of what I could remember was by the time my body was getting ready to accommodate him, he had already cum inside me. Then in what I can only describe as a dick move, when I ask him to grab a bit of tissue from a table near him to stop me dripping on the floor, he grabs my knickers and attempts to wipe and plug my opening with them. Great! Now I’ve got a pair of cum soaked thongs I can’t wear, but that’s not it for this story, bear with me, please.

He rushes us along to what he tells me is him meeting up with his cousin who has come from Vienna. We jump into some Audi I’ve never been in before, he asks me to wait in the car, when he returns it’s obvious he just scored some cocaine. White powder clings in his one nostril, and he’s snuffling and swallowing out of context. When we arrive back at the mansion, the party is in full swing. We need to get dressed, so Jan had asked one of the housekeepers to transport all the shopping bags and Jan’s Clothes to the separate wing that he’s so fond of. Removing the tags, I throw the clothes on, forced to go commando in this stunning backless black dress, and I’m ready to leave the complex and head to the main building then it hits me. I slip into the shoes, and something is clearly wrong. The shoes are a size too big, Helga! She hadn’t changed at all, she did this to humiliate me. I didn’t usually wear heels during this time in my life, so not having the right size was even more awkward. Carefully I took Jan’s arm and attempted to walk to the main building in the oversized heels. In the end, one of the staff ran us around to the entrance in one of the cars, and upon arriving I took off the shoes, joining the party barefoot.

Not being able to vent to anyone here about what happened and why in regards to shoe-gate was frustrating, but I knew I had to get this bitch back. Helga is one of the first people to approach me, she gives us the fakest welcome and comments on my lack of footwear. Gracefully, I don’t bite or accuse her of any foul play. Even after she provokes me with a parting comment about how it’s fortunate that she wears that shoe size, I stay calm. Gritting my teeth, I’m forced to mingle alone as Jan makes multiple toilet breaks I suspect to powder his nose. Funnily enough, it took this strange set of circumstances to recognise a peculiar phenomenon, some of the men seemed to be really attracted to my feet. Was it possible my lack of footwear made me appear more fun, youthful or approachable? I don’t know, but I was getting a lot of attention, and this didn’t go unnoticed by Helga. She scoffed at another woman for trying to take off her heels, after she had expressed to me how they were killing her. If that wasn’t enough, she was purposely super clumsy dropping a couple of champagne flutes on the ground. Believe it or not, this was her undoing.

The staff were super effective at cleaning up shards of glass and mopping up spills, but something was missed, and I just happen to stand in it. Instinctively I yell out in pain as I draw up my foot with blood spurting from the sole. As a few people hold me steady, Val spots me and scoops me off my feet, bringing me into the private quarters which are off-limits to the guests. He sits me in an massive leather chair and goes into a desk to produce a first aid kit.

He begins to inspect the wound and question me about the footwear situation. I tell him about the oversize shoes mix up, which baffles him. Carefully he looks for and finds the glass splinter. Gently his large powerful hands pluck at the shard causing the wound to bleed more. Forcefully, he demands I wait in the chair in this dimly lit room. Moments later he returns with a large bowl of warm soapy water, a large fluffy towel is draped over his shoulder. Dousing my foot in the water he cleans my feet. Surprisingly in this moment he starts opening up to me. He starts to blame himself for the shoe incident, He thinks It’s odd that Helga is still pushing to be the number one woman in her sons life, He should of knew better. Finding a suitable plaster, he proceeds to dry and cover the freshly cleaned wound. Just before I could sit up and thank him he insists on cleaning the other foot. It’s undamaged but blacken by the barefoot walking. Confused by his eagerness to clean the other foot, he gives me a hint of clarity with a statement about how beautiful my feet are.

I’ve got him, I thought. Tenderly he wipes the dirt away from my sole as I slump back into the chair, bringing my other injured foot into his crotch area. He’s super hard as my toes run over the head of his penis confined by his trousers. He asks if he could suck my toes, I’m stunned by the request but before I could contemplate my answer he’s kissing and sucking on my toes. It’s the oddest sensation, I didn’t think I would enjoy it, but when I felt the movement and skill of his tongue, I instantly got wet. Foolishly, I forgot about the fact Jan ruined my underwear, so as my dress wriggles up with my movement in my chair, my modesty becomes exposed. Being the Alpha male Val is, he moves in to face my juicy opening. If I could I would stop him, he was such a gentleman, but now he was about to lick out my fanny hours after his own son ejaculated there without me having the opportunity to wash. This was the moment I needed to stop him going further but I froze. Pulling my body towards the edge of the seat, he skillfully lapped around my opening. Gracefully his tongue tickled the skin between my vagina and asshole before stroking my clit. At this point in my life, nobody had shown me skills like his timing and pacing. I try to mute my moans as I’m unaware of how near people maybe. Unexpectedly, the tongue swipes switch from C movements to a z type, I go crazy gripping at his head as his prickly stubble pokes at my skin. I cringe as his tongue darts to my opening, forcing me to pull away from his advances. Taking the hint, he replaces his tongue with his fingers while clamping his mouth over the hood of my clit. This Veterans plan of assault is too much for my senses. I never had someone simulate my clit and g-spot at the same time, and the naughtiness of almost getting caught was driving me over the edge. Gripping the hair on his scalp, I cum powerfully before pulling him away as I become tender.

Val is the host of the party, and he appears to be a mess. I must have looked like I’ve just been freshly fucked. Panic kicks in as I wonder how we’re going to look as we return to the function, but Val calls his driver and orders him to take me back home in my own car. Moments after he is summoned, he discreetly as possible, takes me around the grounds to my vehicle. I’m spotted by several workers and people, and I assume they could figure out something went down. This was the second time we crossed the line, but it wasn’t the last, The Irony was I owed it all to Helga.

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