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Beware of the jealous wife

This is a work of fiction that portraits social and/or racial stereotypes that may not suit everybody's taste. If you find this offensive, don't read further.

Consuelo checked her phone just to see what she had been expecting for two weeks. The app she used to hack her husband’s phone finally delivered what she was looking for. Pedro, her husband, had a successful gardening business that had him moving around town all day long. Consuelo cursed her cheating husband while reading the messages he exchanged with his mistress. Among the teasing messages, Consuelo found the one with the information she needed to know. Her husband would pay a visit to his mistress in just one hour.
At 21 years old, Consuelo was a hard bodied latina used to workout all week round, resting only on Sundays. Cute, and somewhat petite, at 5’ 3” the olive skinned girl was a sturdy pack of muscles. It was Saturday 5PM and she had just finished her crossfit workout at the gym and realized she wouldn’t have time enough to even take a shower if she wanted to execute her revenge plan flawlessly.
A revenge plan that demanded several weeks of planning. The hacked phone GPS also gave Consuelo all the info she needed about her cheating husband’s movements. As Pedro proved to be dumb enough to park at exactly the same spot every time he visited his mistress, Consuelo already knew where she lived.
The revenge Consuelo had planned was quite simple: pay a visit to the home wrecker, teach her a lesson on the risks involved at fucking a married man, and wait for Pedro to arrive just to witness her handiwork.
As part of her revenge plan, Consuelo carried a bag with the “tools” she would eventually need on her car’s trunk, so still wearing her sweat drenched workout leggings and top, the angry latina jumped on her car and drove to the home wrecker’s house.
Consuelo parked several feet away from the address, grabbed the bag from the trunk and took a look around.

“Fucking rich bitch…” She mumbled realizing she was at one of the most coveted and expensive neighborhoods in town. She walked past the front garden of the opulent house until reaching the front door and ringed the door bell. During the few seconds spent without answer, Consuelo tried to imagine how she would look like. She eagerly waited for the door to open, imagining she would be met by a twenty something spoiled rich brat wearing only a thong looking for the “latin lover” experience.
Inside the mansion, Mrs. Barbara Humpington was at the living room seating at one of the large sofas when the door bell rang. Distracted, she sipped from her glass of Prosecco and remained seated until she realized that, being Saturday, it was the housekeeper’s free day. She left the glass besides the wine cooler on the huge coffee table, glanced at the clock and stood up. She was somewhat surprised by the early arrival, and after tugging down the hem of her dress, she strutted to the front door. She made a quick stop in front of one of the foyer’s mirrors to check her flawless makeup, and after adjusting her dress cleavage headed to the door.
Consuelo was about to ring the bell again when the door swung open. Barbara, though surprised because she wasn’t expecting her, politely greeted the young latina.



“Good evening, may I help you?” She clearly didn’t fit the description Consuelo had imagined for her husband’s mistress. Instead of a young rich brat, a beautiful and slim platinum blonde in her early forties stood in front of her. The ritzy lady was wearing a snug fitting satin dress with a white top and a gold skirt that reached above her knees. Her collagen enhanced lips were covered in bright red lipstick, and by her expression (or lack of it), a good deal of Botox had been recently applied to her face. Her blue eyes were framed by false eyelashes and her shoulder length platinum hair was carefully done. Her slender legs were wrapped in sheer tan nylon stockings and a pair of white patent Jimmy Choo stiletto pumps with 5” heel made her rise to almost six feet tall. Adding to her luxurious look, Barbara also wore a pearl necklace with matching earrings and bracelet. There was only one feature that stood apart from her otherwise classy look. Barbara’s impressive silicone breasts protruded the strapless sweetheart cleavage, partially covered by a skimpy white satin bolero jacket.
I took a few seconds for Consuelo to react until Barbara asked her again if she needed any help.

“Sorry, I was looking for someone else… Do you have a daughter?”

“I’ am afraid I don’t; you may try on the house across the street, the Van Thordsens have a girl of your age.” Consuelo was turning her back on Barbara to leave, but something made her reassess the situation. What if Pedro was cheating on her with that blonde cougar? Why that stuck up blonde seemed so surprised by her visit?
As she questioned herself, Consuelo was getting more and more convinced she had come to the right place. She had walked just a few steps away with her mind buzzing and now she had few doubts that she was in the right place. That glitzy mature had to be Pedro’s mistress. Resolute, she turned back and pushed Barbara alongside with her into the mansion, closing the door afterwards.
Consuelo tossed her bag on the floor and pushed the mature beauty well across the ample foyer. Barbara was stunned by Consuelo’s rude behavior, but she was still unaware of the young latina intentions.

“Listen to me young lady. I am Barbara Humpington, just in case you don’t know who I am!” The arrogant manners of Barbara made Consuelo crave to immediately knock the snooty blonde off her pedestal, but she took a moment to evaluate her opponent. Barbara’s enhanced chest and the towering stilettos made her look like a big woman, but her tiny waist, slender legs and puny arms indicated that the blonde was no more than 120lbs. Consuelo was completely confident that just a little effort would be enough to overpower her. What really puzzled her was the way Barbara had dressed, more for an upscale cocktail party than for an intimate hookup with Pedro. Her husband had never cared about what she wore, and as far as she may have noticed, what any other women wore. In short, Pedro favored naked women over anything else.
Watching the latina standing in silent defiance, Barbara resumed her rant.

“I will not tolerate such a rude behavior in my house. Pick that bag and leave right now unless you want to have trouble with the authorities.” During that brief moment, though still puzzled by the situation, Barbara also took the opportunity to look at the girl in front of her. For starters, the latina’s sweat stench was a stark contrast to her expensive perfume, her legs were almost twice thicker than Barbara’s and her tiny top exposed her chiseled abs and her muscular arms. All this combined with her flat chest gave Consuelo a tomboyish look. That appearance coupled with the undisguisable rage in Consuelo’s face made Barbara feel intimidated, if not downright scared.

“You’ve been fucking my husband for weeks. I’ll make you think twice before screwing a married man ever again!” The nervousness on the mature blonde was clearly noticeable. As Consuelo closed the distance between them, Barbara remained petrified with her mouth wide open until Consuelo grabbed her jacket lapels twisting them and pulling upwards at the same time.

“W…What are you… I didn’t…” Barbara stuttered while the strong youngster pulled her up making her stand on her tip toes. Consuelo, surprised at how easily she could handle the slim lady, knew she had to show Barbara who was in charge. Still grabbing her lapels, Consuelo roughly pushed her until her back hit a nearby column and kept pulling her jacket upwards.

“You are crazy! Take your hands from me!” Barbara instinctively tried to release the hold by grabbing Consuelo’s wrists, pushing and pulling the latina’s arms with little effect. Consuelo laughed at the feebleness of the blonde’s efforts and proceeded to use her hands not only to pull her jacket upwards, but also pressed over Barbara’s breasts.

“Ooouchh! Aaaghh! You’re hurting me! Let me go!” Trapped between Consuelo and the column that prevented her to move backwards, Barbara’s silicone breasts were being crushed by the angry latina.

“Let you go? You should have let my husband go long ago, now it’s too late bitch!” Perhaps because of overconfidence, Consuelo couldn’t see the blonde cougar reaction coming. Despite knowing she was badly overmatched for a physical confrontation, Barbara somehow found the courage to fight back. She dug her sharp nails on Consuelo’s wrists while using the pointy toes of her designer pumps to kick the latina’s legs. Caught by surprise, the pain made Consuelo release the hold on the jacket, and Barbara was quick to take the opportunity. As Consuelo was in the way between her and the front door, she tried to run across the living room in order to reach an exit to the backyard. But a little pain would not keep Consuelo at bay for too long. Barbara struggled to run with the 5” stiletto heels while Consuelo chased her with feline agility. She was barely 15 feet inside the ample living room when she felt a burning in her scalp. Consuelo had promptly reached her and harshly pulled from her platinum hair, stopping the mature beauty in her tracks.

“Ooouch! Let me go! Oouch!” Consuelo yanked her hair and used it to throw the blonde lady towards the back of one of the sofas. The frantic clicking of her heels on the wooden floor suddenly stopped when Barbara reached the back of the sofa. She had been thrown so hard that when her belly hit the sofa’s back, her upper body turned downwards and inertia made her magic. Her body flew over the sofa and Barbara ended sprawled with her nyloned legs spread, ass and on the floor, and her head resting on the sofa seat.

“Had a good time fucking my hubby? I’ll have a great time fucking you up!” Barbara was still trying to figure out why she was being thrown around her own living room when Consuelo grabbed her hair and yanked until Barbara, amazed by the strength of the young wife, stood up.

“B… but I didn’t…” Consuelo released the grasp on the hair and when Barbara tried to protest, a rough slap landed on her left cheek, sending her slender frame down to the sofa. Her manicured hand was caressing her burning cheek when Barbara felt she was yanked up again, this time from her dress cleavage.

“Please stop, don’t do this to me!” Having Barbara standing up again, Consuelo roughly pulled down from the dress cleavage until both magnificent round tits were fully on display. The angry wife knew her flat chest couldn’t compete with   Barbara’s. Now she was quite sure that those things were the reason why Pedro was fucking that mature bitch.

“W…what are you…?” A second and harder smack hit her left cheek again sprawling the leggy lady over the sofa one more time. Consuelo grabbed her breasts and pulled Barbara up until the beaten blonde stood tottering over her high heels.

“Aaahh! It hurts!” Barbara was stunned, her slender body wobbled and it seemed that if Consuelo released the grasp on her breasts, she would collapse.

“Well, well, well… Now I see why he’s fucking an old skank like you!” Consuelo had a tight grip on Barbara’s breasts, and when she raised her hands to attempt the same nail clawing trick she did a minute ago, the latina kneeled Barbara’s soft belly. The lovely mature would have bent in pain if Consuelo hadn’t such a tight grasp on her breasts.

“Don’t dare touching me! I’ll beat the crap out of you, stupid bimbo!” Tears mixed with eyeliner ran down Barbara’s cheeks. Terrified, she lowered her arms and complied when Consuelo ordered her to put her hands on the back of her head. When Barbara raised her arms, her breasts stuck out like a couple of balls glued to her chest.

“I’ll fuck you the same way you were going to fuck my Pedro. I don’t care if I have to use you as a punching bag first.” The threat scared the rich blonde like anything else. Barbara had spent fortunes in plastic surgery and cosmetic treatments on her face. The mere thought of having her face punched and ruined by that tomboyish latina was enough to give up hope of fighting her back.

“F…fuck me? W…what d… do you mean?” Consuelo slid her hands downwards form her breasts, through her narrow waist and caressed the silky fabric of the dress’ skirt. Consuelo wasn’t in the mood to tolerate more whining from the prissy older lady and grabbed her delicate neck exerting a steady pressure.

“Look at all this expensive shit! You think you can fuck anyone my man just because you’re rich?”
 
“But please… I didn’t…” Consuelo pressed her pearl adorned neck harder, delighted at the terror expression on the posh milf’s face.

Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want.” Barbara had never felt so ashamed in her whole life. She felt powerless against the mean youngster, seemingly stronger than most men she had hooked up with before. Keeping the grasp on her neck, Consuelo slid her free hand over Barbara’s inner thighs until reaching the stocking top.

“Hmmm… Let’s see what’s under this dress!” Consuelo tugged the satin dress skirt up revealing Barbara’s slender thighs wrapped in sheer beige nylon stockings, and as she tugged further, a set of sexy white lace panties and matching garterbelt were on display. Barbara’s legs trembled when Consuelo slid her finger upwards, starting over the little ribbons on the garter’s clasp and along the garters, until her hands ended cupping the silicone enhanced breasts.

“These balloons must have cost a fortune. I bet you like to put them to good use with married men.” It was a nightmare, the cocky blonde was in her own house, submitting to a latin girl half her age, and that girl was now playing with her breasts. Consuelo softly pinched the nipples while cupping Barbara’s breasts with her hands making her body shudder at the tease.

“I don’t… Oohh! P… please don’t… Ooohh!” Barbara felt a strange tingling inside her, and though it would be hard to admit for a woman accustomed to be in charge of everything, she felt a strange kind of arousal.

“Horny old bitch! You really like this!” Barbara’s nipples hardened at the pinching, and as she failed to suppress her own subtle moans, lowered her head in shame.

“Stop this please. Don’t… Oooh!” Playing with the blonde cougar she had just dominated was amusing, but it wasn’t enough. Using the grasp on her breasts, she pushed Barbara down until making her lay face up on the sofa with her calves dangling from the armrest.

“W… What are you going to do to me?” Consuelo had placed Barbara’s arms at her side and straddled the blonde pinning her arms with her robust legs. The young latina was kneeling on the sofa, with her massive and solid ass a few inches from Barbara’s face and a great view of the restrained mature’s body under her. The classy lady was horrified at having her nose so close to the wet and smelly fabric covering Consuelo’s rear.

“Please let me go! This is disgusting!”

“You better get used to this honey.” Consuelo run her fingers over the lacy garters and Barbara’s lace covered crotch.

“Hmm… These things are worn by old skanks and whores. You are old and you like to fuck married men. Maybe you’re both.” Barbara’s slender legs trembled as Consuelo ran her nails over the sheer nylon stockings, tearing them with ease.

To be continued.

[cockneyrebel]

Another great theme, with the rich arrogant bitch receiving her deserved comeuppance. Good to see the bitch dressed in her expensive outfit which hopefully will be reduced to tatters.

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“I did not… Mmmmphhh!” The young wife allowed her ass to rest over the conceited blonde’s face, moving her hips sideways until her crack was fitting well over Barbara’s nose and her pussy rested over her mouth. The blonde’s body contorted to no avail as her face was buried under the latina’s ass. In that comfortable position, she took some time to tear the dress silky lining and used her sharp nails to scratch and rip the satin garment. Once done, she used one of her hands to squeeze one of Barbara’s tits while the other hand aimed at her crotch.

“Nice undies bimbo! You spared no expense to fuck my man!” For Barbara, it was very hard to breathe, as she fruitlessly squirmed under the strong girl. Consuelo pushed her index and middle finger together with the lace fabric of Barbara’s panties slowly but steadily inside the blonde’s pussy. Consuelo was more than happy hearing the muffled cries and moans of the stuck up blonde under her. Barbara’s body contorted and her dangling calves kicked as Consuelo caressed her crotch and pushed her fingers further inside the blonde’s pussy.

“Mmmmphh! Mmmhh!” It took just a few minutes of teasing to get Barbara’s lacy panties and inner thighs thoroughly moistened. But it wasn’t enough for Consuelo. She slid the panties’ crotch aside and buried her fingers inside the milf’s pussy. Her slim body shuddered and contorted with her nyloned calves kicking in the air. Though muffled by the latina’s wide ass, Barbara’s cries grew louder as Consuelo frantically drilled her, now pumping her pussy with three fingers and squeezing her left breast.

“Not so haughty now... You really like to be under my ass. Show me what kind of slut you are!” Consuelo relentlessly fingered the blonde under her for several minutes, allowing her to catch her breath from time to time. When Barbara’s endless legs turned stiff and her body started shaking like she was having a convulsion, Consuelo lifted her ass from the Barbara’s face allowing her to breathe.

“Ooohhhh Ouuuhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” As Consuelo buried her fingers inside her as deep as she could, Barbara was struck by a mind blowing orgasm. Her body kept on shaking as her juices drenched her thighs, the sofa and Consuelo’s hand.

“Horny bitch! Now it’s your turn to do some work.” Consuelo released Barbara’s breast and withdrew her fingers from her crotch. Barbara moaned and panted trying to recover her breath when Consuelo pulled down from her leggings waist until it reached her mid thighs. As she wasn’t wearing any panties, her huge ass was now naked just a few inches from the stuck up blonde’s face.

“W…what! P…please don’t make me do this… please!” Barbara wanted to protest, but Consuelo’s pussy sealed her lips before she could continue speaking. It was particularly stimulating for Consuelo feeling the ritzy woman’s muffled cries resonating against her pussy labia.

“Come on blondie! Put that tongue to work!” To encourage Barbara, the latina squeezed the blonde’s exposed breasts and pinched her nipples until she felt her tongue. Consuelo moved her hips back and forth rubbing her pussy over Barbara’s mouth and nose. After releasing her breasts, with her left hand she grabbed the blonde’s hair and with her right hand slid the panties’ crotch aside and buried two fingers inside Barbara’s pussy. Consuelo savagely pulled with both hands, forcing the mature blonde to arch up as she simultaneously pulled from her crotch and head. Barbara’s frail body contorted and her slender legs shuffled and kicked like trying to escape from her tormentor, but her tongue continued working inside Consuelo.

“That’s nice bitch! Keep it going if you don’t want to piss me off!” From time to time, Consuelo lifted her ass allowing the blonde milf to breathe freely for a few seconds before sitting in her face and resume pulling with both hands again. Besides having Barbara’s tongue licking her pussy, the young wife was excited at how easy she dominated her husband’s uppity mistress. Having established who was in command, it was time to proceed with the revenge plan.
Consuelo withdrew her fingers from Barbara’s crotch, released her hair and stood up, leaving the dazed blonde panting over the couch. While Barbara caught her breath, Consuelo had gone to the foyer to pick the bag she had brought for the occasion.

“Now it’s time for the real fun!” After tossing the bag on the living room floor, Consuelo yanked Barbara’s hair up until she clumsily stood up.

“Ooouch! It hurts! Don’t…SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!” The hard slaps landing on her left cheek had the desired effect of shutting Barbara up. Sill grabbing her hair, Consuelo walked the stunned lady around the living room.

“Look at you Bimbo! Still want to fuck my man?” The conceited rich blonde felt humiliated at how she looked. Her carefully done hair was disheveled and her flawless makeup was now smeared together with tears and Consuelo’s pussy juices. Her silicone breasts were fully exposed popping over the dress cleavage, and the tattered designer dress’ skirt was rolled at her waist exposing her damp lace covered crotch and thighs.

“N…no… I didn’t…Ooohh!” Behind Barbara, Consuelo patted her buttocks and tugged from the blonde’s panties. The panties’ lacy crotch made her way between Barbara’s pussy lips making her moan.

“Naughty slut! You think you can still wear a thong? These things aren’t made for old bitches like you!” Consuelo released her hair and walked Barbara around, giving the rich blonde a painful wedgie.

“Aaahh! It hurts! Ahhh! Please don’t” Consuelo walked Barbara around like an obedient pet, pulling the panties upwards with a strength that made the blonde walk on the tip of her designer stilettos. She also pulled the panties sideways making Barbara’s hips wriggle exaggeratedly while she was being walked around the living room.

“Ooouch! Stop this please!” Eventually, Consuelo ended the wedgie torture but not the way Barbara had in mind. Keeping the grasp on the panties, she grabbed the ritzy blonde’s hair and used both arms to toss Barbara against a nearby wall. The poor milf bounced a couple of feet only to be caught by the young wife who spun her until her back was against the wall. She had no time to react when she felt a burning on her face, product of a swift hook pummeling her right orb.

“Nnn…no more… please…” The mature beauty was spun by Consuelo until she was facing the wall again.

“You’re going to regret wearing all this sexy stuff to fuck my husband. Put your hands against the wall.” Barbara was nervously facing the wall with her hands as commanded, not knowing what her evil tormentor would do. Meanwhile, Consuelo was busy browsing inside her bag.

“W… what are you going to do?”

“Shut up! Put those balloons against the wall!”  Barbara sighed when her exposed breasts leaned against the wall and her nipples hardened at the touch.

“Spread those legs and stuck your ass out!”  Consuelo tugged from Barbara’s thong until the uppity mature was in the desired position. Despite her age, the blonde’s protruding rear was in excellent shape, with no cellulite at sight and beautifully framed by the designer garterbelt. Her slender legs were spread with the toe box of her shoes pointing inwards.

“Oohh! P… please… this isn’t right!” She did her best to suppress her moans as her nipples rubbed against the wall. But what aroused Barbara most was the fact she knew that being in that awkward and inviting position, something would penetrate her sooner than later. And she was damn right.

“This is for starters. And don’t pretend you don’t like this.” Consuelo showed a bright pink plastic butt plug of about three inches long and one inch wide with a big silly pink flower as the outer part.

“W… what are you going to do with this? P… please don’t… Aaahhh!” Consuelo slid her panties’ crotch and rubbed the butt plug on the blonde cougar’s pussy. After a minute of rubbing, Barbara was trembling and moaning.

“This is not my hubby, but you look ready to be fucked again!” Barbara’s hips wiggled in an attempt to rub the plug harder. Her juices thoroughly lubricated the toy as well as her inner thighs reaching her stocking tops. Sensing the plug was wet enough, Consuelo started to work it properly.

“Oooouuuchhh! Ooohhh! N… not there! Nooo!” The snooty lady cried loudly as Consuelo pushed and twisted the butt plug into her asshole. The first inch penetrated the tight hole with relative ease, but as the plug got wider it was getting harder to advance.

“I know you really want this. You are going to regret fucking my man!” A little resistance wouldn’t be enough to stop the angry wife, so she cupped Barbara’s mouth with her left hand and used all her strength to push the plug inside with her right. It was quite satisfying for Consuelo hearing the desperate muffled cries of the cougar as her asshole resistance faded, making way for the plug.

“Mmmmphhh! Mmmmm!” Barbara moaned and cried while Consuelo pushed, pulled and twisted the plug. Her hips wiggled sideways and her nipples rubbed the wall as the young wife fucked her with the plug. Consuelo released the gag on her mouth, leaving Barbara moaning and contorting against the wall, and while she was browsing her bag looking for a huge double dildo she’d brought for the occasion, the door bell rang.

“This must be that cheating mother fucker” The angry wife was sure she would find her husband at the door. She was quite confident that Barbara was scared enough to refrain doing something stupid like trying to escape or call for help, but before going to the front door, Consuelo thought it would be wise to remind the socialite who was in charge. She spun the mature blonde until her back was against the wall, delivered a couple of hard slaps to her face and grabbed her delicate neck.

“You better stay put right here unless you want me to use you as punching bag.” The burn she felt in her cheeks from just a couple of slaps was a telltale sign of what the angry latina could do with her fists.

“I won’t do anything! Please don’t hit me!” Though the fear in Barbara’s face was more than evident, in order to confidently go to the front door, Consuelo sunk her knee on the rich blonde’s groin.

“Uuugghhh!” Consuelo released the grasp on her neck, and as Barbara started to bend forward she delivered a savage uppercut to her chin. As the posh lady’s head hit the wall, her blue eyes rolled and as she felt her legs turning into rubber, her wimpy body slid against the wall until her ass rested on the floor. 
Consuelo was pretty confident that the groggy rich lady would be unable to react, at least for a few minutes. She walked across the foyer, and as she approached the door she was surprised to see a feminine shape across the door glass.

To be continued

[cockneyrebel]

Looking forward to the conclusion. Could it be another snobby bitch at the door for Consuelo to beat up.

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She opened the door and immediately recognized the woman standing in front of her. It was Samantha Saintly, the well known host of the “Ladies at lunch” TV show, known to Consuelo as a boring, upper middle class snore of classy haughty women talking crap about outrageously expensive and seemingly unobtainable items and high society events. Consuelo recalled watching the show a few times, enough to portrait Samantha Saintly as an arrogant and condescending bitch who enjoyed mistreating the show’s crew. Consuelo regarded her as a frivolous rich slut capable of spending hours discussing with two equally shallow guests if Prada’s new handbag collection was worth the wait.

She allowed Samantha into the foyer and the blonde TV star strutted past her like she was invisible, making her think she looked even more stuck up in person than in TV. Also in her early forties, like Barbara she was dolled up from head to toes. She wore a purple snug fitting designer cocktail dress, with the hem four inches above the knees showing a good amount of her slender legs. The dress was paired with a short sleeved matching bolero jacket, which allowed a nice view of the generous dress cleavage and her bulging silicone breasts. Her legs were wrapped in sheer beige 10 denier Wolford pantyhose, and her feet were wrapped by shiny black patent Louboutin pumps with 5” stiletto heels. Samantha’s wavy hair was carefully done and her pretty face was professionally made up, while a four strain pearl necklace and a pearl bracelet completed her look.

“Tell Mrs. Humpington I am here.” The patronizing attitude of Samantha enraged Consuelo, who instinctively clinched her fists.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Samantha was stunned by the manners of the young latina. Accustomed to be the one in charge, she wouldn’t let such an ill-mannered attitude pass.

“Pardon me? How you dare to treat me in such an impolite manner? You are going to be in deep trouble as soon as I tell Mrs. Humpington.” Her mind was abuzz trying to assess the role of the flamboyant TV star until she reached to the, at least for her, obvious conclusion: those uppity sluts were going to have a threesome with her husband.

“Want to fuck my Pedro too? Come with me whore!” Consuelo grabbed Samantha’s arm and was surprised by how feeble it felt. She twisted the arm on the celebrity’s back and clawed her free hand on her spray coated hair. While pulling her hair down and her twisted arm up, she pushed the astonished blonde to the living room.

“Oooouchhh! W…what do you think you’re doing! Take your hands off me!” Her futile protest ended when she saw Barbara Humpington seating on the floor a few feet away from her, with the legs spread, breasts exposed and the goofy expression that the uppercut left in her face.

“You will also learn not to fuck married men!” The young latina released the grasp on her arm and hair and turned Samantha until they were face to face. Shocked by the view, Samantha knew she was in trouble just before the first slap landed at her face.

“SMACK! Aaahh! SMACK! W…what? SMACK! Oooh!” Consuelo mercilessly bitchslapped the beautiful TV host who, unable to react, staggered backwards at each hit. Unaccustomed to such a rough treatment, Samantha backed until her buttocks rested against the sofa’s back. Shocked by the swift attack, she stood still while her beautiful face showed tears mixed with eyeliner running over her cheeks.

“W…what are you doing?” Puzzled by Samantha’s lack of reaction, Consuelo had paused the slapping for a split second just to gloat herself at the view. The famous and snobbish Samantha Saintly was able to stand just because her ass was resting on the sofa’s back. The celebrity was still grabbing her designer purse and dazed by the slapping when Consuelo delivered a shattering right punch to her face.

“Aaahhh! THUDD!” Mrs. Samantha Saintly flew over the sofa and her slender body landed on the floor. She was crawling on her four when Consuelo yanked her hair up until she stood tottering over her stiletto heels.

“P… please stop this.” Consuelo ran her fingers between Samantha’s dress cleavage and breasts noticing the firm silicone enhancement beneath.

“Hmmm! Besides sharing my hubby you also share the same plastic surgeon…”  Just as she did with Barbara, Consuelo pulled down from the dress cleavage until Samantha’s balloons popped out.

“W…what are…You doing?” “SMACK! SMACK!” Consuelo, quite convinced both socialites were fucking her husband, wasn’t in the mood to tolerate Samantha’s chatter so she shut the cougar’s mouth with a couple of slaps.

“You and that pathetic slut are my bitches now. You’ll pay dearly for fucking my man!”

“B…but I didn’t…” SMACK! SMACK!” Overwhelmed by the slapping, the formerly haughty TV star whimpered like a child as Consuelo grabbed one of her breasts and pulled, walking Samantha around the sofa and towards the wall until she stood besides Barbara. Consuelo yanked Barbara’s hair up forcing the mature beauty to stand up facing the wall. Being so close to her friend, Samantha noticed the cheap plastic butt plug she had on and couldn’t help thinking it was an omen of things to come.

“This is a mistake… What’s happening here? Don’t think I…” The TV star chatter was interrupted when, decided to establish hierarchies, Consuelo grabbed her delicate neck with her left hand. As Consuelo expected, Samantha instinctively used both hands trying to put her hand away from her neck.

“Aaaggh! Let me go!” The sophisticated blonde tried to pull from Consuelo’s wrist and arms to no avail. Samantha felt like Consuelo’s arms were made of concrete. The latina slid her right hand upwards between Samantha’s legs, lifting the dress’ skirt up until her palm pressed on the blonde’s groin.

“Nice sheer hose Mrs. Saintly! Your always wear this shit on TV.” Consuelo rubbed the pantyhosed crotch back and forth with her right hand and exerted more pressure on Samantha’s neck with her left.

“Oooh! P… please don’t… Ahhh!” Just like she had previously done with Barbara, Consuelo pushed her index and middle fingers against the sheer pantyhose fabric, burying it together with the lacy panties crotch inside the trembling blonde’s pussy.

“You like to show your pathetic weak legs on TV? That’s why you always wear hose and short skirts?” Samantha was well known for having the best legs on show biz and was proud of it. The conceited host used to seat at the studio’s sofa with her endless legs crossed and one of her designer heels dangling. She was well aware it drove crazy the guys of the crew.
Completely confident in her own strength, Consuelo pushed both hands upwards and started lifting the lightweight blonde against the wall, making her stand on her tip toes.

“Ohhh! Nooo! Oh my… Aaahh!” Samantha couldn’t believe that petite latina could be so strong. She was being lifted like she was weightless, and as Consuelo applied more upwards pressure on her crotch, her Louboutin heels dangled freely on the air.

“Put your hands down honey.” Samantha had never felt so powerless and knowing she was no match for that crazy youngster, she did as told. Though the height difference didn’t work to her advantage, Consuelo lifted the frail celebrity higher and taunted her.

“Who’s in charge blondie?” Handled like a rag doll, Samantha’s answer was obvious.

“Aaagghh! You… You are in charge!” Consuelo put her down and made her face the wall besides Barbara. The latina, standing behind her, pulled the hem of the dress up exposing her shapely pantyhosed ass.

“Horny old slut! Nice little thong!” Consuelo patted Samantha’s buttocks and slid her hand back and forth over her crotch.

“This hose looks like expensive shit!”

“Ooohhh! Yes… They are Wolfords… Ooooh! They are expens… Ohhh!” The blonde shuddered and moaned when Consuelo’s fingers pressed her crotch, making the pantyhose fabric and the lace thong wedge trough her pussy lips again. Samantha instinctively tried to stop Consuelo, covering her crotch with her right hand. The angry latina spun the blonde beauty and pushed her until her back rested on the wall besides Barbara.

“SMACK! Don’t you dare to stop me!” She grabbed the TV star tin wrist and guided her hand to her crotch, forcing Samantha to rub herself. Consuelo used her free hand to gently squeeze her enhanced boobs.

“Ohhh my! Oooh! You can’t… Oooh! You don’t… Ooohh!” Surprisingly, the uppity Mrs. Samantha Saintly submitted faster than Barbara. Though she was facing the wall, Barbara couldn’t help looking sideways how Samantha was forced to masturbate.

“Horny slut! You like to watch this!” Consuelo thought it was time to do something more than groping those home wreckers. She roughly removed the butt plug from Barbara’s ass and waved it in front of Samantha’s face.

“Open that pretty mouth…” Samantha watched the dirty plug in horror. She also thought the inner part of it would be much, much smaller than that.

“I won’t let you… Aaaahhh! Mmmmphh!”  Consuelo twisted her nipple, and when the blonde’s mouth was wide open, she shoved the butt plug inside.

“Lick it well. It’s going to end on your ass!” She stirred the toy inside the horrified blonde’s mouth for a moment before turning Samantha against the wall.

“Let me tear this shit open Mrs. Famous Snooty Bitch! Consuelo dug her nails on Samantha’s pantyhose wrapped bottom and tore the expensive Wolfords until her milky white buttocks were exposed like Barbara’s.

“Hands and tits on the wall and stick this little dirty ass out Mrs. Saintly!” Consuelo patted Samantha’s buttocks and removed the plug from her mouth. The plug was dripping wet, but Samantha’s asshole seemed so tight that Consuelo knew it would require more effort than Barbara’s.

“P… please reconsider this. I am a famous… Aaaaghhh!” Consuelo slid the blonde’s thong aside and wildly pushed and twisted the plug up Samantha’s hole. The ritzy TV host was with her hands against the wall, her ass stuck out and standing on the pointy toes of her expensive heels. Consuelo had to push the plug really hard, making Samantha cry loudly as the wider section of the toy fought a hard battle against her anus.

“Ooohhh you’re going to break it! Oohhh, it hurts!” Eventually, the plug beat the stubborn resistance and swiftly penetrated her. With the task accomplished, Consuelo gently slapped her buttocks.

“You’ve put this sexy dress to fuck my Pedro?” Consuelo didn’t wait for an answer. She tore the lining of the dress skirt until it hanged in shreds and ripped open the dress cleavage. Barbara watched how Samantha stood petrified while Consuelo destroyed her designer dress.

“Don’t worry Barbie, I have a bigger one for you.” After browsing her bag, the young latina showed Barbara a butt plug bigger than the one in Samantha’s ass. This one was in bright yellow plastic, and in its wider section was about one and a half inches. After lubricating the plug inside Barbara’s mouth, Consuelo shoved it inside the blonde socialite’s ass.

“Oooh my! Ooohh!” This time, despite being bigger than the other plug, it was inserted with relative ease. Consuelo took a few steps backwards and admired her handiwork. She had two high society ladies facing the wall; with their faces, hands, and breasts pressing against the wall, still wrapped in their designer jacket dresses, hosiery and shoes with their butt-plugged asses stuck out waiting for Consuelo’s next move. That scene certainly deserved the pictures the latina took with her phone.

“W… what are you going to do?”

“You are not on TV, bitch! You can’t make questions!” Consuelo patted Samantha’s ass before taking a wooden paddle from her bag. 

“Eeny, meeny, miney, moe, I wonder where my paddle will go! SMACK! SMACK!” The young wife alternately hit both asses with the paddle. At their mid forties, both pampered socialites were still in great shape. Their buttocks shuddered at each hit, and as Consuelo kept on punishing them, their flesh started turning red.

“Ooouch! Ahh! Ohh! Nooo!” Barbara and Samantha writhed in pain as the paddle relentless landed on their derriere a couple dozen times each. Just to add to their humiliation, before each smack Consuelo fucked them pushing, pulling and twisting the butt plugs.

“Say how you like to have your ass fucked… Say it!” She was working Samantha’s butthole, but the lack of enthusiasm of the haughty host enraged Consuelo. She roughly pulled from her hair and harshly paddled her buttocks several times.

“I am talking to you whore! Say it!

“I like it in my ass! Please fuck my ass!” When Samantha’s turn ended, there was no need to order Barbara, as she begged to be ass fucked with the plug. At each strike of the paddle Samantha stood on the tips of her designer shoes like trying to put more distance between her ass and the paddle, while Barbara lifted and dangled a calf making her white patent stiletto wobble in the air.

“Big, big, mistake stupid rich bimbos… You’ve picked on the wrong bitch!”
Consuelo paused the trashing just to check the effect of the paddling on the formerly milky white derrieres. Unsatisfied, she drove the paddle as hard as she could several times more until a big round purple patch adorned each buttock. The snooty matures whimpered like spoiled brats during the harsh ass beating.

To be continued.

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“You were here to fuck my man, and since the bastard isn’t here yet, I will have to take charge.” After throwing the paddle back on her bag, Consuelo made the blondes stand with their backs leaning against the wall and with their arms raised at shoulder height. The breast rubbing against the wall left their nipples swollen, hardened and over-sensitive. Consuelo cupped one breast of each lady and used her thumbs and index fingers to pinch their nipples, applying a gentle pressure with her palms. None of the rich milfs dared to look at the youngster and by no means attempted to stop Consuelo. Their bodies contorted as they moaned at the mercy of the latina.

“You must have paid a fortune for these airbags… Let’s find out if they are worth it.” The young wife pressed their breasts harder and harder like she was pushing a truck.

“Ooouch! Stop, please!” There was no escape from that strong girl. Barbara and Samantha cried loudly, but both remained in the same submissive position with their hands at shoulder length and their flimsy bodies squirming in vain. After a few more pressing and twisting, Consuelo released their breasts with an evil grin.

“These things are really well made. It seems they are worth the money!” Assuming the punishment on their prized enhancements was over, Barbara and Samantha sighed in relief. But Consuelo wasn’t done with their breasts yet, as she started a relentless delivery of slaps. Both matures writhed in pain as the hits landed faster and harder on her tits coupled with occasional rough nipple twisting.

“Hands up sluts!” Every time Consuelo noticed one of them lowered her hands attempting to cover their breasts, she switched to rubbing their groins; and as soon as the tease made them moan, Consuelo resumed the breast slapping. To finish the breast job, the jealous wife delivered an uppercut to each balloon. Those previously milky white breasts ended reddened and swollen and their crotches were thoroughly soaked by their own juices.

“They look better now. Don’t think you could use them to tease married men for a while…” Consuelo took a moment to admire her work. There was not trace of arrogance left on the beaten wealthy ladies, who stood petrified against the wall. The young wife grabbed a chunk of Samantha’s hair, and pulled the blonde a couple of turns around her.

“Ooouch! Aaah! Noo!” Her heels frantically clicked on the wooden floor until she was flown towards (and over) the sofa and landed dramatically by the large coffee table. Samantha laid face up on the floor, still too dazed to stand up when she heard Barbara’s cries.

“My hair! Oooohhhh! Thuddd!” Barbara was flown in the same way than Samantha, and luckily for her, she landed over the TV host. Samantha was relieved when Barbara clumsily crawled away from her. Both socialites were softly groaning on their four struggling to stand up while Consuelo, standing behind them, took a sip from the glass of Prosecco she found on the coffee table.

“Stand up lazy bitches!” The view of those uppity rich milfs, with their asses thoroughly spanked and butt plugged was tempting. Consuelo couldn’t resist the urge of kicking them, and she did it really hard, landing her foot on their already shattered buttocks.

“Ooouch! Oh my!” Barbara and Samantha cried loudly when kicked and even louder when their already smashed and exposed silicone breasts hit the floor bearing the brunt of the landing. Consuelo stepped over them, placing one foot over each of their backs.

“Who’s the boss here?” Consuelo yanked their hair, making their heads to arch back. The painful burning in their scalp added to the agony from their aching breasts supporting the latina’s weight. Their calves kicked in the air and their grunts turned to cries when Consuelo pulled from their hair harder.

“Aaaghhh! Ooouch! You are!” When both ladies answered in unison, Consuelo released their hair, but kept on standing over them for a while.

“Look at me. Who are my bitches?” The mistreated ladies turned their heads to look at the evil latina stepping over their backs. Consuelo was in a victory pose, flexing her muscles and sporting an ample smile.

“We are your bitches, please no more…” Pleased by the prompt answer, Consuelo stepped out of their backs. Not wanting to be crushed again, they desperately hurried to stand up making their designer stilettos slip on the wooden floor. When they finally managed to stand, Consuelo took the bottle from the wine cooler and after pouring some more on her glass, waved the bottle in front of the demolished blondes.

“This Champagne is seriously good.” Consuelo emptied her glass, left it over the coffee table and placed the bottle in the cooler. Mrs. Samantha Saintly, the pompous TV host, betrayed herself. She knew she had to refrain from correcting a girl that had effortlessly trashed her and Barbara. But her big mouth seemed to have its own agenda. Maybe it was because she was well accustomed to pay attention to details, but no matter how hard she tried to stay put, her poisonous tongue stepped into action.

“It’s not Champagne. It’s Prosecco!” The smug blonde had the same condescending attitude she had always had with those she considered lesser people. She had just finished her stupid remark, and looking at Consuelo’s expression, Samantha knew she was in trouble

“Thanks for teaching the ignorant latina a valuable lesson in fancy drinks!”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Do you know what happens in my barrio to smartass whores like you?”

“S… sorry. I didn´t mean to…” Consuelo didn’t give the smug celebrity time to apologize, delivering a cross to the same spot where Samantha was developing a black eye, and to be fair as Barbara’s left eye was in the same state, she applied a reinforcing powerful hook, sending both ladies down to the sofa.

“Shagging my man is not enough for you two… You’ve pissed the wrong bitch!” Consuelo kneeled over the sofa seat between Barbara and Samantha.
 
“Fucking rich whores, you should learn to keep your mouth shut.” They were seating clumsily at the sofa, dazed and groaning with their nyloned legs spread. Consuelo covered their mouths with her hands, using her thumbs and index fingers to pinch their noses.

“Mmmhh! Mmmphh!” Instinctively, both beauties grabbed Consuelo’s wrists trying to get free of the gag. No matter how hard they tried, they simply were no match for the sturdy latina. Their bodies squirmed with their stilettos slipping on the wooden floor as they fruitlessly tried to escape from the gag. When their muffled cries started to fade, their eyes began to roll, and her manicured hands couldn’t keep the grasp on Consuelo’s wrists, she took her hands of their mouths allowing them some time to recover.

“You don’t look better than me, in fact you both look pretty fucked up…” They remained seating, groaning and panting heavily. Their elegant saloon hair was disheveled and their previously flawless makeup was now smeared together with tears and pussy juices. Their reddened breasts were still popping out of their dresses’ cleavage and their spread legs were covered by the remains of torn nylons and pantyhose. Consuelo took several pictures with her phone before yanking them up pulling from their breasts. Both blondes had to make a great effort to barely stand as Consuelo faced Samantha.

“Hands on your back, sluts!” Both milfs complied without hesitation. Consuelo dug her nails on Samantha’s pantyhosed crotch, tore open the hose and slid the panties’ crotch aside.

“Please, no more.” Samantha pleaded to no avail. At this point, none of the frail ladies would dare to oppose resistance at whatever Consuelo might do to them. The young latina took the Prosecco bottle from the cooler and softly rubbed Samantha’s pussy lips with the bottle.

“Oohh! Oh! Oh! Please n… Oohh!” Consuelo used the bottle’s mouth to dig between Samantha’s pussy lips, rubbing back and forth, making the blonde’s crotch dampen in a matter of seconds.

“That’s right slut! Open it like it’s my man’s dick!” The latina softly kicked the inner side of Samantha’s pumps making her to spread the legs. Now, with nothing in the way, Consuelo started to properly drill the stuck up celebrity’s pussy, roughly pumping and burying the entire bottle neck inside her.
 
“Ooohh my! You’re fucking me! Ooohh!” Consuelo relentlessly fucked Samantha until driving her to close to climax. The blonde was with her mouth wide open and her eyes closed, moaning and rhythmically wiggling her hips when the latina withdrew the bottle. Samantha’s body shuddered and her big mouth betrayed her again.

“Oohh! Noo! Don’t leave me this way! Fuck me please!” Consuelo smiled satisfied and faced Barbara.

“Drink it bitch.” She shoved the bottle’s mouth into Barbara’s tilting it, thus forcing her to gulp down the sparkling wine. For the classy beauty, it was the first time she mixed the bubbly beverage with pussy juices. Eventually it was more than she could swallow, and a Prosecco stream flowed from her mouth down to her breasts. As she had already done with Samantha, Consuelo slid her panties’ crotch and started fucking Barbara with the bottle. The latina assumed that having reached an orgasm a few minutes before it, would be harder to arouse Barbara again. To help, she made Samantha suck Barbara’s breasts. The tactic proved effective and in just a few minutes Barbara was steadily humping the bottle.

“I know it’s better than my Pedro’s dick, but not so fast whore!” Consuelo took the bottle out of Barbara, and this time it was Samantha’s turn to drink. When she couldn’t gulp anymore, Consuelo switched to Barbara and then back to Samantha until the bottle was empty. Both rich blondes stood with their bald crotches on display and their breasts soaked in Prosecco until Consuelo handed the empty bottle to Samantha.

“Dumb lazy cow, do something useful, fuck yourself!” It was a literal command, a one that Samantha promptly complied burying the bottle neck in her pussy. This time Barbara was ordered to finger herself while she sucked Samantha’s nipples. Consuelo walked around them taking a nice video with her phone. It showed two prominent socialites, butt plugged and still wearing their designer clothes, torn hosiery and standing on their expensive heels. Their milky buttocks showed large purple patches, courtesy of Consuelo’s paddle. One of them was fucking a bottle while the other fingered herself and sucked her tits.

“Oooohhhh! I can’t hold it! I am cuminnn! Ooohhh!”, Tough both started to feel tipsy, it didn’t take long. After a few minutes of bottle drilling, Samantha howled and cried in ecstasy while she furiously twisted and pushed the bottle inside her. Consuelo was sitting at the sofa watching the scene and taking more photos and video while Barbara kept on fingering and sucking until Consuelo ordered her to stop.

“Enough bitches. Now it’s my turn” She made Barbara sit besides her and Samantha kneel in front of her. Consuelo lifted her sweaty top, exposing her little perky breasts and slid her leggings’ waist down to her ankles. Still panting, Samantha looked at the young latina’s hairy, sweaty and smelly crotch, doing little to hide her displeasure expression.

“Mrs. famous slut, put your tongue to work!” As Samantha hesitated, Consuelo grabbed a chunk of her hair and pulled, making the blonde bent until her mouth kissed her pussy labia. But time passed and Consuelo couldn’t feel her tongue working, even when she pressed Samantha’s head harder to no avail.

“Mmmphh! N…Nnnnhh!” Frustrated, Consuelo yanked Samantha’s hair pulling her head off her crotch.

“Please, don’t make me do it. It’s disgusting! I’ve never…”

“SMACK! Disgusting is when… SMACK! Rich bitches like you… SMACK! Try to fuck… SMACK! My husband!” After the rough face slapping, the burning in her cheeks made Samantha’s hesitation disappear. Without the need of pulling from the blonde’s hair, Consuelo watched Samantha bent down and burying her tongue on her pussy.

“That’s nice slut, but don’t be shy… You better look at me.” Consuelo used her free hand to grab Barbara’s hair and pulled until placing her mouth on her nipple. There was no need of a command as Barbara started sucking and licking the young wife’s breast. She eventually released the grasp on their hair and the formerly uppity matures kept on busily licking her, allowing Consuelo to take nice close up photos and video.

“Don’t stop whores! Don’t you dare to stop! Yesss!” Just thinking as how swiftly she had dominated those pompous rich ladies was driving Consuelo crazy. Her crotch was profusely soaked with her juices and she felt like an alpha bitch watching at Samantha’s pleading blue eyes. Barbara used one of her delicate manicured hands to cup the breast she was sucking and the other hand to finger herself. That kind of power over those haughty women was an aphrodisiac, she couldn’t last for long. Her sturdy body stiffened as the orgasm hit her. Samantha’s head was trapped between Consuelo’s thighs while Consuelo squirted on her face. Trapped in that position, all the TV star could do was closing her eyes while her face was being sprayed.
Once done, Consuelo pushed the blondes away and took a couple of minutes to recover her breath. When she stood up, her crotch, ass and thighs were drenched in her own cum.

“Look at this mess. You’ve better lick me clean right now!” Consuelo turned her ass towards Samantha while Barbara kneeled in front of her and started cleaning her thighs. For a moment Samantha thought that after having been squirted on her face, licking the young latina’s ass was unfair, but resigned did as told. When they were done licking, Consuelo used their blonde hair to dry her thighs and crotch and pulled her leggings up and her top down.
Both humiliated ladies remained kneeled, not daring to utter a word until the young latina made them stand yanking their hair up. Consuelo wanted to keep on teaching them the perils of messing with her husband, but after two hours of workout and one hour at the mansion she was exhausted.

“Nighty night bitches!” Consuelo was still grasping Samantha’s hair when she landed a right punch on her left cheek. She was so focused on knocking her out that she didn’t see the TV star’s eyes rolling when she released her hair and punched Samantha’s face again. This time she crumbled senseless on the sofa. Barbara watched in horror when Consuelo stepped in front of her, clinched her fists and delivered a devastating left to her belly making her bend in pain, only to finish her with an uppercut to her chin. Just like Samantha, she was already knocked out when she landed on the sofa.
After checking both were completely unconscious, Consuelo headed to the kitchen and took another bottle of Prosecco. Back in front of the demolished milfs, she gulped from the bottle before shaking it and using the spray to wake them up. She had emptied the bottle on them but it was taking too much time. To speed up the process, Consuelo grabbed ice from the wine cooler and used it to stuff their pussies. The trick proved to be effective as they quickly regained consciousness.

“I want you to put best smiling face sluts.” Thought they were still dazed, Consuelo made them stand up. She stood between Barbara and Samantha and took a nice selfie with them. Consuelo’s face sported a big smile of satisfaction, but her wealthy pals were the clear image of defeat, with her disheveled hair, eyes blackened, ruined makeup and swollen lips trying to produce a smile.

“You’re lucky I am too tired to keep on fucking you.” Barbara and Samantha sighed in relief, thinking their ordeal was over while Consuelo took a roll of duct tape from her bag. She made both blondes to kneel back to back over the huge coffee table, with Samantha’s calves between Barbara’s and made them bend forward until their faces rested on the table. Satisfied with their position, Consuelo proceeded to tie their wrists to their ankles.

“Please don’t leave us this way!” Barbara was concerned that one of the housekeepers would be returning to the house in a couple of hours.

“Please, we need to go to the toilet.” Samantha pleaded in vain. The intake of Prosecco was now pressing their bladders, but it didn’t seem to worry Consuelo.

“I haven’t finished with you yet.” The blondes groaned while Consuelo twisted pushed and pulled the butt plugs before removing them from their shattered asses.

“This should teach you not to fuck my man ever again.”  Consuelo shoved Barbara’s plug into Samantha’s mouth and secured it with a couple of rounds of tape. Barbara was hearing Samantha’s muffled protests when she received the dirty plug in her mouth followed by the rounds of tape.

“I brought this hoping to use one end on me…” Consuelo took a black double dildo from her bag and waved it in front of each blonde. It was two inches wide and twenty inches long with a corrugated surface. The defeated blondes watched the humongous dildo in horror knowing that it would end inside them. For a moment, the latina thought about lubricating the toy, but remembering that those arrogant rich bitches were there to fuck her husband, she decided to do without lubrication.

“Mmmmphhh! Aaagghhhh” Mmmphhh! Mmmmy ass” The bound blondes’ cries were partially muffled by the butt plugs, but it was clear that the toy wasn’t designed for those holes, at least not for those prissy socialite’s holes. Even tied, their bodies fruitlessly squirmed trying to avoid invasion. Once a good five inches of each end of the toy were buried, it took the shape of an arch going from a butthole to another. Consuelo used several rounds of tape to tie their thighs and calves together. This made impossible for Barbara and Samantha to expel the toy from their anus without help.

“Still want to fuck married men?” The trashed milfs did their best to give a negative answer while Consuelo gave a final push at each end of the double dildo. She was pushing Samantha’s end when a golden liquid stream ran down her pantyhosed thighs. Satisfied, the latina grabbed her bag and walked to the front door. She found Samantha’s purse on the floor and took a lipstick from it.

“You better stay away from my Pedro… Unless you want me to come back” Consuelo left the mansion and headed to her car. Sitting at the driver’s seat she was browsing the photos she had just taken when she saw something that left her perplexed. Her husband’s pickup truck was parked in the driveway of the mansion in front of Barbara’s. Her mind was busy trying to figure out what had just happened, when she saw Pedro coming out of the house. A beautiful blonde girl in her early twenties, wearing a red satin robe kissed her husband goodbye and closed the front door.
Consuelo crouched down just in case her husband could see her until his truck was gone. She suddenly realized she had just fucked up those conceited ladies by mistake. “They deserved it anyway”, she thought and started her car.

A couple of hours later, the Humpington’s housekeeper arrived to the mansion. She used the service entrance, headed to her quarters and changed to her apron. She heard soft moans coming from the living room, and when she reached there, astonished, stopped on her tracks. Her posh mistress was tied to another high society blonde, both gagged with butt plugs and still wearing their designer cocktail dresses rolled at their waist with the bolero jackets, their legs covered by torn nylons and breasts exposed. An impossible huge double dildo was stuck in their anus and their buttocks showed evidence of a thorough beating as well as their bruised faces and blackened eyes. As she approached further, the housekeeper noticed the words “CONSUELO’S” and “BITCHES” written with red lipstick on their butts. She also could smell a mix of wine and something else. That mystery was soon solved when she reached closer. The conceited ladies had to endure the wait over a puddle of their own pee. Buying the housekeeper’s discretion would cost both ladies dearly.

Consuelo spent the next day thinking about her future revenge on that bratty blonde. She was zapping through the channels on the TV when she saw a video of Barbara on a gossip show, “For the first time in eight years, the Art Society charity auction wasn’t hosted by Barbara Humpington… But at this year’s auction, due to Mrs. Humpington unexpected absence, Mrs. Jillian Van Thordsen took the baton to host the most successful auction to date, collecting more than twenty million dollars.”
Watching at the gorgeous blonde socialite hosting the auction, Consuelo suddenly recalled that last name, as Barbara’s words resonated in her head “you may try on the house across the street, the Van Thordsens have a girl of your age”. Soon she would have to pay a visit to the Van Thordsens.

The end.

[cockneyrebel]

Great stories. Would like to see more scenarios where rich, well dressed divas get humiliated.