Ya gotta do watcha gotta do! If that means posin' as an Uber driver, you gotta do it! Now, it's an extremely short story overall, but it's a good one. Me? Just a New Jersey Gangsta Thug with her eyes deadset on revenge against this big-titted broad who was f-ckin' around wit' my husband. If you can believe the nerve. She doesn't realize that I'm Sicilian and know the Italian rope trick as well as anybody else outside the old country. F-ckin' b-tch didn't die or expect what hit her.
All right. Picture it. I'm drivin' a piece o' sh-t early 2000s Honda Accord. Nobody expected me to be dressed like a gangsta since my husband thought those days were past. Well, he hadn't any clue what I was pullin' when I said I was workin' this Saturday like many others since I was just a common waitress who drove an Uber on the side. My daddy—God rest his soul—always told me never to get into a car with strangers. Too bad this dumb broad's father didn't tell her that!
Now, there I was, wearin' a tight red leather knee miniskirt, black fishnet stockings, black army style tactical boots, a black polo shirt, and my red bandana that had black motifs instead of white ones as a headband. My hair was in a ponytail held by a black hairtie. I've got a clinkin' pair of dogtags around my neck that represent my time in juvenile detention and women's prison. I'm so freakin' obviously trouble, but my rival can't see it because she's only seen me as a waitress.
"Wear ya headed?" I asked that jumbo-titted wh-re as soon as she gets in the backseat of the car.
"289 Rosemont Terrace," Katelynn Banks—that dumb broad—said it right to my face.
"All right. Just warnin' ya that the doors are broken. I have to let ya out when we get there."
"Oh, that's OK," she said to me, "I don't mind. I've got a date with a handsome man."
"That's good to hear," I answered her while watching her real Uber pull up to the house behind me, "But, I've got bad news for ya. I think yer Uber just pulled up to your house back there!"
"What?!" she turned and looked behind the car, "is this some kind of joke or something?!"
"The joke is you, you sl-t! I'm Destiny Child, and you were goin' to my house to f-ck my man!"
Oh, Lordy, ya could've heard a pin drop in that old Honda, and that sh-tbox had upholstered seats and carpeted floors. That wh-re's jaw slowly opened, and her pupils grew to the size of dinner plates a giant could use for supper. Those eyes had nothing but black holes surrounded by white
"Why, you f-cking b-tch!!! You tricked me! Let me out of this car before I scream for help!" she was panickin' really badly now, "Come on! Let me go! I'll never talk to your husband again!"
"Yeaaahhhh! You're screwin' my husband, but I'm the f-ckin' b-tch? Get real, Banks!" I laughed at her misery, "You and me is gonna take care of this like two fully grown adult women. Got it?"
"I'm going to grab my pen and stab you in the neck?" she asked me in shock, but she's bluffin'.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you big titted sl-t. I've gotcha cornered, ya tramp!" I was one smug b-st-rd.
"Let me out of this car," pathetically, she turned to whining and tried to order me around.
Those black dinner plates entertained me every freakin' time I looked in the rearview. She knew not to say a damned thing because anything could and would be used against her in the court that I was gonna convene with her as the defendant and me as the judge, jury, and executioner. The trip to my hideout was also a power trip for me because goodness gracious the wrath boiled up in my veins like ya wouldn't believe. This woman was gonna be humiliated!
Arrivin' at the hideout brought satisfaction. Parkin' that old piece of sh-t Honda never felt better before that moment. There was spring in my step when I opened the door and pointed that pistol at that big-titted wh-re. She had had no choice but to march into that little shack and take off all of her clothing. That left the b-tch in a garter belt, her nude hose, and her black pumps. That big fluffy bob cut wasn't about to do her any good in this place or on my watch.
"So, ya like my husband's c-ck! Well, so do I!" I said to her, "We got common ground!"
"Ummm, sure I like… c-ck," she squirmed on the chair and wrapped her arms to hide her tits.
"Good, we're agreed," so I gagged the wench with a p-cker harness gag and cranked the straps.
"Gmmmmm!" she reached up to unbuckle the strap, but I smacked her arms down.
"Wrong answer, toots," I deeply said in her ear, "Shoulda said ya like p-ssy, like my husband."
"Gmmmmm!" the pathetic weakling couldn't resist my demands, and I pushed her around.
"Get on the bed, b-tch, so I can getcha ready for a really good time!"
I tied her spreadeagle on the bed, and I made sure it was taut too. She was sucking on the rubber c-ck while I ran ropes from each limb to the corners of the bed, and I made sure every knot was out of her reach. When that was done, I took two dozen pictures of her and gave her a vibrator to tickle her p-ssy and make sure she got wetter than she ever got from my husband.
"Oh, I'll be back," I turned to leave, "I'm gonna show these to my husband, and when he comes to rescue you outta this little mess you're in, I'm gonna tie him on top of you with his c-ck inside of your p-ssy, OK? I gotta run and go polish off my marriage. See ya soon, toots!"
There, I promised this would be nice and short, and it was! There! I'll see ya around next time, all right? You've been a fantastic crowd, and I enjoy tellin' my stories. Mwah! Thank you!
The Tit Trap
Duration of Film: Approximately 23 minutes
Saturday, June 02, 2018
Featuring | Model Name | As |
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Destiny Reilly | Destiny Child | The Wife |
Cassandra Novak | Katelynn Banks | The Mistress |