Private Locker Secret: Last Fuck, Betrayal Snap, and USA Escape

Deep in my Private Locker, this secret’s been chained shut for years. Tonight, the lock snaps. Adrenaline surges as I spill it raw. No holding back.

I’d lost respect for Lylia. Nice girl, always smiling. Never screwed me over. But she cheated on Jimmy nonstop. Lied to his face. Our mutual friend from work. I’d banged her plenty. Docile in bed. Loved her curves. Fun at first. Then meh.

Cracking Open the Vault

I’d betrayed Jimmy too. Not a real friend if I did that. Right before my USA trip. Cousin’s place. Work, explore. Flight next morning, Sunday.

Saturday: friend’s wedding. All from our old company. Lylia and Jimmy still together. Solid on surface. Boring sex, she confessed. We’d sortied as couples before. I broke up. Then she approached. Flirty. Tactile. Shared bedroom secrets. Craved mine.

First fuck: wild. Toilets. Car. My bed. No hotels. Not a mistress. Sexfriends. She got clingy. I spaced it out. Felt a twinge for Jimmy. But fuck morals. He should’ve fucked her better. Watched closer.

My departure bummed her. Wedding night, she stuck to me. Post-dinner, I step out for a smoke. Jacket on. She follows. We walk away from prying eyes.

She presses close. Hands on my chest. Lips hunting mine. I hold my cig. ‘Not here.’ She whispers big bathroom stalls inside.

Buzzed hard. Not up for risky stall bangs. Voices echoing. She pushes. My refusal fires her up. ‘You’ll miss me. Last time.’ Face to mine. Thick lips wet. Kisses. Nips. Dark corner. Not stunning, but hot then. Good scent. Dick stirs. She promises filthy acts.

‘OK, my car.’ We sneak over. I drive to quiet parking spot. Kiss ramps. Grope her full tits. She frees my cock. I’d pissed recently. Turns me on. Clean enough. She’s soaked. Fingers dive under string. Dives deep.

Her suck loud. Slurpy. Ice cream pops. Cheek-hollow smacks. Intense. I finger her gash. Peek outside. Jimmy inside, boozing, laughing. Wondering where wifey’s at. Mouth stuffed. That thought ignites my plan.

Phone out. No flash. Night mode. Arm stretches. Snap three pics. Her cheek bulging. Silent. She doesn’t notice. Head near wheel.

Minute later, up for kiss. Wants fuck. Prefer quick finish, but OK. Condom from wallet. Back seat. Jacket off. String gone.

‘Ride reverse. Discreet.’ Capote on. She straddles. Fat ass to belly. Rhythm clicks. She twerks. Slaps echo. Thumb rims her hole. No entry yet. Leans forward. Grinds hard. Fingers her clit. Cums fast. Sweaty, panting.

Sealing the Lock with Revenge

Check windows. Clear. ‘How you wanna cum?’ ‘Suck again.’ Condom off. She dives. I soften. Booze. Nerves. USA tomorrow. Clear mind. Harden quick.

Last time. She’d hate me post-plan. USA bound. Long gone. Build to edge. Grip head. Finger ass deep. Distracts for throat. Insult her dirty. Names I don’t mean. Pure sex fuel. Press hard. No mercy. Soumissive ones only, but fuck it. Last shot.

Blast deep. Hold firm. Growl. Roar. Her thighs quake. Body tenses. Gurgles. Choked coughs. Nose sniffs. Fucking hot.

Release slow. She turns. Grimace. Not thrilled. ‘Fucking asshole.’ Spots on clothes. Spit? Cum?

‘Should’ve swallowed.’ Smirk. Mock. She wipes with car napkins. Fixes up.

Wanna bail. Tired. Not great. Lie a bit. No chats with Jimmy. She begs return. Drops it. Says bye for me.

‘Won’t see you months.’ True. Kiss? ‘Gross.’ Humiliates. Thrill. Quick hug. Smoke lit. ‘Go.’ Watches her sway back.

Gone. Check pics. Clear enough. ID her. Pick best. SMS Jimmy. Sent. Airplane mode. Engine on. Peel out.

Home. Crash short sleep. Phone off. No knocks. Taxi next day. Mode off. Fury barrage. Calls. Texts. Ignore. Focus flight.

Stateside, savor them. Laugh. No replies. Imagine her return. Calm face. Jimmy’s phone buzz. Explodes. Lies tumble.

Sadistic rush. Cruel? Yeah. Blissful. Leaving it all. Good deed too. Truth out pre-proposal. His call now.

Locker seals. Lighter. Free. Craving more? USA bastards next?