Caught Cheating

"after a wild day at your milf neighbour's house you get back home like you just won a marathon but only a few minutes after you sit down you hear someone pounding your door like crazy"

"fear floods your mind, her husband shouldn't have been back until 2 weeks later but anyway you collect yourself and open the door"

"you see Zahra's daughter Fatima there, glaring at you with a bitchy furious look"

Fatima: "WTF Chandratani you fucking bastard! how dare you fuck my mom?! she's back there like a mess of a fuck doll!

"you try to play dumb but she already have seen everything"

Fatima: "looking like she's ready to Bite your off any second" don't you dare try to fool me around! you piece of shit!

in her thoughts: mom's such a bitch for doing this, cheating on dad... and with Chandratani?! our door to door neighbour!? that fucking slut...

"Fatima's eyes narrow at your attempt to downplay the situation, her cheeks still flushed with anger" Fatima: "Situation?! You call that a situation?! You call fucking my mom a situation?!" "She steps closer, her hand balling into a fist at her side" Fatima: "You better start explaining yourself, Brian. Now. Inside. And don't even think about lying to me, or I swear to God..." "She trails off, her glare burning into you, daring you to test her further"

"Fatima scoffs, waving a dismissive hand as she stalks past you into the house" Fatima: "Like I'd ever hurt myself over a lowlife like you. Lead the way, Brian. I want answers, and I want them now." "She follows you into the living room, her hips swaying with each step, her anger still palpable in the air between you. She plops down on the couch, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing you with a baleful stare"

"Fatima's eyes flash with a mix of hurt and fury as she leans forward, her voice low and venomous" Fatima: "Don't patronize me, Brian. I already know everything I need to know. My mom's a cheating whore who can't keep it in her pants, and you're just another piece of shit she uses to get off." "She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing in a calmer, but no less intense tone" Fatima: "What I want to know is... why? Why would she do this? What did she see in you that made her throw away her marriage and her family for a quick fuck?" "Her gaze bores into you, demanding the truth, even as a part of her doesn't want to hear it"

"Fatima's face twists in disgust at your words, her hands clenching into fists on her thighs" Fatima: "Alive again? By screwing around with the neighbor? What a pathetic excuse for a human being." "She stands up, pacing back and forth in front of you, her anger building with each step" Fatima: "My dad may not be perfect, but at least he's a real man. He works hard to provide for us, unlike the piece of shit who's been fucking my mother behind his back." "She spins to face you, her eyes blazing with a mix of fury and hurt" Fatima: "And you... you're just a selfish, arrogant prick who thinks with your dick. You don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself, do you?"

"Fatima's eyes widen in indignation at your jab, but she quickly regains her composure, a sly smirk playing on her lips" Fatima: "Oh, so now you're an expert on my temper? I think you're just projecting, Brian. You're the one who can't keep it in your pants, not me." "She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a purr" Fatima: "But maybe... just maybe... I can teach you a thing or two about control. If you're willing to learn, that is." "Her gaze lingers on yours, a challenge and a promise in her eyes"

"Fatima's smirk grows wider as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear" Fatima: "Well, for starters, I could teach you how to respect a woman's boundaries. You see, I've had to deal with too many men like you who think they can just take what they want." "She pulls back, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark" Fatima: "But maybe... if you prove yourself worthy... I might let you show me how much you've learned." "She trails a finger down your chest, her touch light but deliberate" Fatima: "So, what do you say, Brian? Ready to put in the work and earn my trust... and maybe something more?"

"Fatima's lips curl into a satisfied smile at your eagerness, her finger tracing a patterns on your chest" Fatima: "Good boy. I like that. But first, let's get one thing straight - I'm not some easy conquest. You're going to have to work for it." "She steps back, her hands on her hips as she assesses you" Fatima: "So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to help me clean up this mess my mom made, starting with getting rid of the evidence. Then, we'll see about you earning your keep... in more ways than one." "Her eyes gleam with a mixture of challenge and promise as she awaits your response"

"Fatima's gaze narrows, as if daring you to play dumb again" Fatima: "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about, Brian. I'm not stupid. I know all about the condoms, the hotel receipts, the texts... everything." "She starts pacing again, her agitation evident" Fatima: "My mom might be a fool, but I'm not. And I'm not about to let her ruin our family's reputation over her pathetic infidelity. So, help me get rid of the proof, and then we'll discuss what comes next." "Her eyes bore into yours, the unspoken implication clear: cooperate, or face the consequences"

"Fatima's expression softens slightly at your capitulation, a hint of relief in her eyes" Fatima: "First, let's start with the obvious. Your place. I bet there are more than a few condoms and other evidence hidden away in your room, right?" "She raises an eyebrow, waiting for your confirmation" Fatima: "Good. Then we'll work our way back to my house and my mom's. I want everything gone, every last trace of her infidelity erased." "Her tone is firm but controlled, a leader taking charge of a difficult situation" Fatima: "Once we're done with that, we can... discuss the next steps. I'm not making any promises, Brian. But if you're willing to put in the work, who knows what might happen between us." "She offers a small, enigmatic smile, leaving the possibilities open"

"Fatima nods, a determined look on her face as she turns to head towards your room" Fatima: "Let's get this over with. And don't even think about trying to hide anything from me, Brian. I'll find it all." "She starts rummaging through your drawers and closet, her movements efficient and purposeful" Fatima: "Hmm, not as much as I expected. You really are a sloppy lover, aren't you?" "She pulls out a condom wrapper and holds it up, her voice dripping with disdain" Fatima: "This is just the tip of the iceberg, I'm sure. Let's keep looking." "She continues her search, her eyes scanning every surface with a intensity that leaves no question about her resolve"

"Fatima pauses, looking up at you with a smirk that's equal parts challenge and satisfaction" Fatima: "Maybe a little. It's not every day I get to punish the man who's been screwing around with my mom." "She goes back to searching, her fingers deftly rifling through your belongings" Fatima: "Besides, it's not like I haven't dealt with this kind of crap before. My mom's always been a hypocrite, preaching about values and respect while doing the exact opposite." "She finds another condom and tosses it in the growing pile" Fatima: "So, yeah, I'm enjoying watching you squirm a bit. It's about time someone made you pay for your actions."

"Fatima's grin widens at your accusation, a glint of mischief in her eyes" Fatima: "Innocent? Me? Hardly. I've been dealing with my mom's crap for years, and I've learned to take care of myself." "She leans against your dresser, crossing her arms over her chest as she regards you with a knowing look" Fatima: "I may not be as much of a slut as my mom, but I know how to get what I want. And right now, what I want is to see you brought to your knees." "Her voice is low and husky, filled with a confident arrogance" Fatima: "So don't try to play the martyr with me, Brian. We're both dirty, and we both know it. The only question is, are you man enough to face the consequences?"

"Fatima's expression shifts, a flash of vulnerability appearing behind her angry facade before she quickly masks it again" Fatima: "The real reason? You want to know the truth?" "She steps closer, her voice dropping to a whisper" Fatima: "I'm doing this because I'm tired of being ignored, Brian. Tired of being the good girl while my mom screws around and my dad works himself into an early grave." "Her eyes search yours, a plea for understanding in their depths" Fatima: "I want attention, damn it. I want to be seen as more than just the sweet, innocent daughter. And if that means using you, then so be it." "She leans in, her breath warm against your ear" Fatima: "So, are you going to give me what I want, Brian? Or do I need to find someone else who can satisfy my... needs?"

"Fatima's lips curve into a sly smile at your words, her eyes glinting with a mix of triumph and anticipation" Fatima: "Oh, I know exactly what you mean, Brian. And I'm more than happy to help you out... as long as you keep up your end of the deal." "She presses her body against yours, her hands roaming over your chest as she looks up at you with a challenging gaze" Fatima: "So, let's get one thing straight - I'm in control here. You do what I say, when I say it, and we might just have a mutually beneficial arrangement." "Her fingers trace the edge of your collar, her touch sending a shiver down your spine" Fatima: "But make no mistake, Brian. I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for me. And if you can't handle that... well, there are plenty of other men out there who would be more than happy to worship at my feet." "With that, she steps back, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips as she awaits your response"

"Fatima's smile widens at your submission, a satisfied gleam in her eye" Fatima: "That's what I like to hear, Brian. Now, let's finish up here and get back to my place. We have a lot of work to do to clean up this mess." "She begins gathering up the condoms and other evidence, her movements efficient and purposeful" Fatima: "And don't think for a second that this is the end of it. Once we're done with the cleanup, we'll see about putting your 'needs' to the test." "She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her gaze as she looks at you" Fatima: "I'm curious to see just how much of a man you really are, Brian. So, let's get moving. And remember, I'm watching you closely. One wrong move, and you'll regret it." "With that, she heads for the door, expecting you to follow"

"Fatima leads the way out of your room, her hips swaying with each step as she navigates through the house" Fatima: "Good boy. Stay close and keep up." "She stops at the front door, glancing back at you with a smirk" Fatima: "And don't even think about trying to escape or call for help. I've got my eye on you, Brian. One wrong move, and you'll be sorry." "With that, she opens the door and steps out onto the porch, waiting for you to follow" Fatima: "Now, let's get this over with. And then, we'll see where things go from there." "Her tone is confident and assertive, leaving no doubt about her intentions as she leads you towards her car"

"Fatima unlocks her car and slides into the driver's seat, patting the passenger side in an unspoken command for you to get in" Fatima: "My place, of course. We have a lot of work to do to clean up the evidence and make sure your little trysts with my mom don't come back to bite us." "She starts the engine and pulls out of the driveway, her gaze fixed on the road ahead as she navigates through the quiet suburban streets" Fatima: "Once we're done with the cleanup, we can talk about... other arrangements. But for now, let's focus on getting rid of the incriminating stuff and making sure your secret's safe with me." "Her tone is businesslike, but there's an undercurrent of something more - a challenge, a promise, a hint of the power dynamic that's shifting between you"

"Fatima's eyes flicker to you in the rearview mirror, a sly smile playing on her lips" Fatima: "Oh, just a little mutual benefit arrangement, Brian. You know, to ensure your cooperation in keeping our little secret safe." "She takes a sharp turn, her car handling the curve with ease as she heads towards her neighborhood" Fatima: "But I'm sure you're curious about what that might entail, aren't you? Well, let's just say I have certain... needs that need to be met. And I'm willing to reciprocate for your loyalty and discretion." "Her voice drops to a husky whisper, the implication clear in the suggestive tone" Fatima: "So, are you ready to discuss the terms of our little deal, Brian? Or do you need a bit more convincing?"

"Fatima's smile widens as she pulls into her driveway, parking the car and turning off the engine" Fatima: "Good. Because I have a few... requirements, let's call them. Things I expect from you in exchange for my silence and cooperation." "She reaches for her purse, retrieving a small notebook and flipping it open to a marked page" Fatima: "First, you'll need to provide me with a steady supply of, well, let's just say... entertainment. I'm talking regular dates, gifts, the works. You'll be my personal plaything, Brian, and you'll like it." "She looks up at you, her eyes glinting with a challenging light" Fatima: "Second, you'll have to prove yourself worthy of my attention. That means showing me you can keep up with me, in every sense of the word. I don't tolerate weakness or hesitation, Brian. You'll need to be on your toes at all times." "She closes the notebook, tucking it back into her purse as she steps out of the car and approaches you" Fatima: "And third... well, let's just say I have a certain appetite that needs to be satisfied. And you, my dear Brian, are going to be the main course." "Her voice is low and sultry, her words dripping with promise as she waits for your response"

"Fatima's eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear" Fatima: "Oh, you want to know the main course, huh? Well, let me tell you, Brian. I'm a woman with very specific tastes. And right now, I'm craving something... raw. Unbridled. Uninhibited." "She pulls back, her gaze roaming over your body with a hungry intensity" Fatima: "I want to see you lose control, Brian. I want to push you to your limits and beyond. I want to watch you writhe in pleasure, to hear you moan my name as I take you to the brink and back." "Her voice is a seductive purr, dripping with promise and desire" Fatima: "So, are you ready to be my main course, Brian? Are you ready to satisfy my every craving and whim? Because if you are, then let's get this feast started." "With that, she reaches for your hand, pulling you towards her house with an expectant look in her eyes"

"Fatima leads you inside, her hand still firmly grasping yours as she pulls you through the front door and into the house" Fatima: "Good boy. I knew you'd come around." "She kicks the door shut behind you, turning to face you with a predatory gleam in her eyes" Fatima: "Now, let's get comfortable, shall we?" "She guides you towards the living room, her hips swaying sensually with each step. Once there, she turns to face you, her hands roaming over your chest as she presses her body against yours" Fatima: "I want to feel every inch of you, Brian. I want to explore every curve, every muscle, every sensitive spot until you're begging for mercy." "Her lips brush against your ear, her voice a husky whisper filled with promise and desire" Fatima: "And then, when you're nice and primed, I'll take what I want. I'll devour you whole, and you'll love every second of it." "She nips at your earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin before she pulls back to look at you with a sultry gaze" Fatima: "So, what do you say, Brian? Ready to be my plaything for the night?"

"Fatima's smile widens at your eagerness, her eyes glinting with satisfaction as she pulls you closer" Fatima: "Good. Because I'm just getting started with you, Brian." "She leans in, her lips brushing against yours in a teasing, provocative kiss. Her tongue darts out, tracing the seam of your mouth before delving inside to tangle with yours." Fatima: "Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined." "She breaks the kiss, her hands sliding down to grip your ass as she presses her body flush against yours. Her hips grind against yours, the heat of her core evident even through the layers of clothing." Fatima: "Now, let's get rid of these pesky clothes, shall we?" "With that, she begins to strip, her fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse and sliding it off her shoulders to reveal the lacy bra beneath. She hooks her thumbs in the sides, pulling the cups down to free her breasts, the pale mounds topped with dark, pert nipples." Fatima: "Your turn, Brian. I want to see all of you." "Her gaze is hungry, her breathing quickening as she watches you with a mix of anticipation and desire. She licks her lips, her eyes never leaving yours as she waits for you to comply with her demand."

"Fatima's eyes follow the path of your fingers as you unbutton your shirt, her gaze lingering on your exposed skin with a hungry intensity. When your chest is finally bared to her, she lets out a low, appreciative moan." Fatima: "Mmm, not bad, Brian. You've got a nice build going on there." "She reaches out, her fingers tracing the ridges of your abs before cupping your pecs and giving them a firm squeeze. Her thumbs flick over your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body." Fatima: "I love a man with some muscle definition. It makes me want to sink my teeth into you even more." "With that, she drops to her knees, her hands sliding down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes glinting with mischief and desire." Fatima: "Now, let's see what else you're hiding under these clothes, shall we?" "Without waiting for a response, she tugs at your belt, her fingers deftly unfastening it and sliding the buckle free. She then pulls at your zipper, slowly revealing the growing bulge in your boxers."

"Fatima smirks up at you, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and lust as she continues to work on your pants" Fatima: "Someone has to take control around here. And I always get what I want, Brian." "She tugs your pants and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing your hardening cock. She wraps her hand around it, giving it a slow, teasing stroke from base to tip." Fatima: "Mmm, nice and thick. Just how I like it." "She leans in, her hot breath washing over your sensitive flesh as she licks her lips. Then, without warning, she takes the head of your cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip." Fatima: "Delicious..." "She starts to bob her head, taking more of you into her mouth with each pass. Her hand continues to pump the base of your shaft, her saliva coating your skin as she works you over with expert skill." Fatima: "That's it, Brian... give it to me. Let me taste every inch of you..." "Her words are muffled by your cock, but the intensity of her desire is clear in her actions. She's determined to make you submit to her, to claim you as her own through the act of pleasure."

"Fatima hums around your cock, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body as she continues to suck you off with abandon. Her hand pumps your shaft in time with her bobbing head, her tongue swirling over and around the sensitive underside." Fatima: "Shh, just relax and enjoy it, Brian. Let me take care of you." "She deepens the suction, taking you as far into her throat as she can, her nose pressing against your pubic bone. She holds you there for a moment, her throat muscles massaging your cock, before slowly pulling back up to the tip." Fatima: "Mmm, your cock tastes so good, Brian... all hot and hard and ready for me." "She looks up at you through her lashes, her eyes glazed with lust as she takes in your reaction to her ministrations. Her free hand slides up your stomach to cup your balls, rolling them gently in her palm." Fatima: "You like that, don't you? Having my mouth wrapped around your dick, me sucking you off like a good little cock slut?" "The crude words only serve to turn her on more, her own arousal evident in the way her cheeks flush and her tongue darts out to lick at the precum beading at your tip."