[F4M] Stealing From You Because I Want To

[F4M] [Script Offer] Stealing From You Because I Want To [Cuckquean] [Confident] [Pussy Eating] [Revenge] [Slight Femdom] [Bite Size]

[BEEPING SOUND]

Is this on? Oh, good. Hi, sweetie. I wanted to make sure you got this video the night before you get married. I'm sure you're watching it in those ridiculous flannel pajamas you love so much. But no rocky road tonight, right? No, you'll want to fit into your dress on your special day. [LAUGHS] Although I'm sure we can both agree that your future hubby wouldn't mind if you were spilling out of that dress a little more.

Actually, it probably never occurred to you that your man likes his ladies a little thicker. Not the way you've been hitting the gym and gulping down kale smoothies for the past eight months.

I'd be lying if I said you were the nicest friend I ever had. Who was it that shamed me for putting on the freshman fifteen in college? Who convinced me I was going on a blind date with the high school quarterback and then made me show up to his house while he was having a party I wasn't invited to? And most importantly, who took secret pictures of me in my underwear and then hid them in each copy of the college paper with the caption, "Got Milk?"

[CONDESCENDINGLY] Why, it was my very best frenemy, wasn't it?

And I put up with all of it so long as your daddy was my daddy's boss. But some funny things happened recently, *friend*. My daddy got laid off. But I'm sure you heard about that.

No need for any faux shock, and certainly no need for any tears. Daddy went into business for himself, and you know what? Business is good.

[COYLY] Hmmm...you know what else is good? Your boyfriend's tongue.

[MOCK SURPRISE] Oh! Oh no! Surely she wouldn't do that!

Yes. About that. See, it turns out your future hubby liked that picture you stuck in the college paper. In fact...your staying at his family home, aren't you? And I'm betting he'd be just the type of gentleman who would have you stay in his childhood room before the big day, wouldn't he? Why don't you look in his closet. Third shelf. Behind all his sweat pants. I'll wait.

Did you get his special shoebox? Go ahead and open it, sweetie. You won't have to go digging. I know he keeps it right on top for quick access.

Oh, yes, that picture is *well* worn, isn't it? It bears all the markings of *frequent* handling.

Hmmm, you're fuming now, aren't you? Picturing your future husband sneaking in here to jerk off to that picture? His nervous hand working that tiny little cock into a real frenzy. It's a shame your man isn't packing a little more down there, but hey, he *is* rich, and I'm sure you'll learn to live with it, just like I'm sure he'll learn to live with the long hours you'll spend with your tennis coach. Whatever furthers the business empire, right?

[DARKLY] But no matter how many well-hung studs you fuck, I know...I *know*...that you will never stop thinking about how *I* took your husband. Some little French runway model...that's something you would dismiss. Hell, you'd even expect it. But not *me*.

And you know what, bitch?

[CRUELLY] I can have him any time I want.

[CALLING] Come on over here, baby.

That's right, don't be shy. Don't be worried. She's not going to hurt you. She won't even call off her perfect wedding - not after all the time and effort her daddy put into arranging everything. She's not going to say a thing about this.

No, that would just be embarrassing, wouldn't it?

Hm. Do you like my earrings? They're real diamonds, but I'm sure you can tell. I guess they must be from my secret admirer. I'll never know where all my lovely gifts come from, I'm sure.

Baby, can you show your future wife what you come over here to do when she yells at you?

[GASPS AND SIGHS] Mmmmmm, that's a good job, baby.

[MOANING AS SHE IS BEING LICKED] It's a shame you barely touch him. He's actually very good at this. But he'll never do it for you because he knows if he does he'll never get my big heavy tits in his mouth again. Did you know that sometimes he invites me over just so he can suck on my nipples while I sing to him? Between you and me, I think he has a bit of a mommy fetish. But that's okay, isn't it, baby? We can work with that.

Just so long as you keep doing...[LOW GROAN]...*that*.

I hope you don't mind, I'm going to ignore the camera for a minute. I'd like to enjoy this.

[PLEASE USE THIS SPACE TO WORK YOURSELF TO AN ORGASM. IMPROV WHATEVER ADDITIONAL DIALOGUE YOU'D LIKE]

[BREATHLESSLY] Oh, my...hmmm, such a good boy. It's all over your face, isn't it? Do you want to say anything to the old ball and chain?

[LAUGHS] Oh, that's darling. He actually apologized. But do you feel so bad you're going to stop me from sucking your cock later, baby?

[CHUCKLES] No, I didn't think so.

Hmmm, don't bother wiping your face off, baby. I want a certain somebody to wonder why your kiss tastes so different when you greet her later tonight.

[CRUELLY] Feel free to hang onto this tape. It's not like you can use it to get out of this little prison your family has made for you. In fact, I hope you watch it over and over again so you can hear me say this to you: I didn't need to do any of this. My daddy was happy without your family and so was I. But you know what? Your loving man came to *me*. He looked *me* up.

And when I saw that hungry way he looked at my tits I knew I could have him. And I didn't do it because I wanted him, or his money. I did it just to take something from *you*. I did it because I wanted to hear his pathetic little voice tell me how much better I am than you. To hear how *bad* you are at sex despite your perfect little body. To hear his plantive little mewls every time I pushed his face between my legs, knowing he'll never do it for you.

I want you to wake up every day and eat breakfast with the man I'm fucking. I want you to know exactly how blissful his face looks when a real woman has sucked him dry the night before. And I want you to see me driving a luxury car and living in a penthouse that are fully paid off.

Hm. Well, I'm sure I've kept you long enough. I *do* hope your wedding tomorrow is as beautiful as the papers have indicated it will be.

[PAUSE]

Oh, and sweetie? Just so we're both very clear...your man will be spending your wedding night in my bed. And because I already know just how many fingers you have buried to the knuckle inside you right now...I think it goes without saying that you'll be spending the evening in the chair in the corner, watching.