The Other Woman Strikes

The Other Woman Strikes

By: XtremePlaga

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I have never met any of the people used in this story. there is no monetary gain from this story. Only adults may continue reading.

Sandra Bullock was alone in her million dollar house, distraught with her recent break up with her husband. Her eyes were puffy from all the tears she had shed that day. The floor was covered with dozens of ripped photographs of the idiot that had cheated on her.

A knock came at her door. "Go away!" she responded. Obviously not in the mood to deal with whoever it was. Her visitor continued knocking, not about to go away so easily. Fed up with the intruder, Sandra opened the door and said, "I said go aw-"

Her voice trailed off and died when she saw just who was at her front door. None other than Michelle "Bombshell" McGee herself, wearing a skimpy little number that showcased the young slut's curvaceous body. Sandra was left with her mouth open as the tattooed girl barged right in.

"This is a nice place," Michelle commented casually. She took a seat at the couch and got comfortable, the very picture of safety in audacity. "Go get me a drink."

"Excuse me?" Sandra stormed up to the girl and grabbed her by the wrist. "What the hell can you possibly be thinking?" She tried pulling her to her feet, but couldn't even make her budge. "You- uhn- have to- uhn- go right now."

Michelle stood up, giving the older woman a great glare that froze her right where she stood. "Let me go, before I make you let go." Sandra released her grip on her, scared speechless. "Good. Now go get me that drink I asked for."

Before the world famous starlet realized it, she had gone to the kitchen and come back with a glass full of very expensive champagne. "Wait, no. You can't be here... This is my house!" A strong look from the younger girl silenced her into submission.

She downed the alcohol down in one gulp, immediately asking for more. Sandra reluctantly did as ordered, going to the kitchen for more. After several more trips, her anger was on the verge of overcoming her fear. Sandra opened her mouth to let an epic tirade lose when a strong slap shut her up.

"I hate stuck-up bitches like you," Michelle said as she stood up. She approached Sandra, who backed away with fear dripping through every pore of her body in the form of sweat. The famous girl was cornered against the wall, with nowhere to go.

Michelle grabbed her bountiful bosoms, playing with them while making sure to give Sandra a long, hard look at them. "You see these big breasts I have here?" Of course she did. There was no way to ignore those monsters. "They are the reason why your husband couldn't keep it in his pants."

Sandra slapped the younger girl as hard as she could. "How dare you?" she asked the intimidating woman. Michelle responded by laughing at how pitiful that blow was. Sandra's ire rose to mountainous levels. "What's so funny?"

Michelle's powerful fist struck Sandra's abdomen, driving all the wind out of her body. She doubled over in pain, wheezing for a small gasp of air. next, the tattooed girl grabbed Sandra's neck and slammed her head against the wall.

The brunette's vision blurred as her skull was bounced against the wall several more times. "Please stop..." she begged pitifully. A fresh batch of tears ran down her already tear-soaked face. "Haven't you done enough to me already?"

Sandra crumbled to the floor and curled up into a little ball as her tormentor laughed at the top of her evil lungs. "What's wrong, little miss rich girl? Can't take a little punishment?" To add insult to injury, Michelle spat right on Sandra's face. "You look good down there, all defeated and pitiful."

"... Why? What have I done to deserve this?" Sandra's emotional face would have made the Oscars cream themselves for a chance to nominate her. Michelle slipped her foot out of her heel, placing it on top of Sandra's head. "Please, just tell me why."

Michelle knelt down and whispered into the brunette's ear, "I just felt like it. That's all." Sandra was horrified by that answer. Her life was ruined. Her marriage was in shambles. And for what? A whim from a crazy bitch that hungered for attention?

The crazed woman lifted Sandra up to her feet, giving her an innocent smile before she slapped her so hard she collapsed to the ground. "Oh... I'm so sorry," she mocked her, laughing with crazed glee. She repeated the process again, amused by how easy it was to dominate the world-famous Sandra Bullock.

When the torture ended, Sandra was left babbling nonsense with a face full of anguish and pain. Michelle went to the couch and got comfortable, not feeling the slightest bit of guilt over her actions. A minute later, the tattooed girl instructed her captive to come join her on the couch.

Reluctant, but also fearful of what might happen if she refused, Sandra shily sat on the opposite end of the couch. "Come closer," Michelle ordered, pulling the older woman into her embrace. Sandra's face was buried against Michelle's heart tattoo. "Lick my ink. Now."

Knowing she had no choice, Sandra ran her tongue up the middle of the younger woman's chest. Michelle sighed in satisfaction, requesting an encore of the action. Sandra did everything she was told to do. Not once did she think to struggle or to somehow call for help. She was that defeated.

"I want you to play with my chest now." Sandra recoiled back in shock, surprised that her tormentor would go that far. "You heard me, bitch. I want you to play with my chest." Michelle exposed her large breasts, giving Sandra a moment to admire the huge pair. She was entranced by how large, soft and... delectable... they looked.

"Wow..." Sandra said in admiration as she gingerly cupped one of those monsters. She squeezed it slightly, looking at Michelle for approval. When she was given a nod and a smile, she started to touch them more and more. She was jealous of how small her breasts were in comparison, yet at the same time she felt nothing but awe for them.

Sandra tasted the rosy nipple with her tongue, surprised that it could taste as good as it did. Overcome by a sudden bout of greediness, Sandra started to suck on each breast, alternating between them. "That's a good girl," crooned Michelle, who ran her fingers through Sandra's hair; spurring her on. "Make sure you get a good taste of them."

The rich starlet didn't need to be told to do that. Even the jaws of life couldn't make her release her oral hold of Michelle McGee's delicious bosoms. They were like ice-cream, steak, and candy, all rolled up together into a singularity of addictive flavor.

The two women kissed passionately, their hands exploring each other's bodies without fear. Their tongues danced together as they swapped spit with each other. Sandra felt light-headed. Even the drool of the younger girl tasted like nothing she had ever experienced before. It was like life had been muted up until that moment.

"Do you like how my skin tastes?" asked the busty bombshell. Sandra nodded enthusiastically, going down to taste those breasts again. Michelle lifted her head up and told her, "Not yet, darling." Michelle stood up for a minute so she could get undressed. "I want you to get naked too."

Sandra nearly ripped off her clothes in the blink of an eye, joining the other nude woman on her couch. She was kicked off, falling to the floor flat on her back. Proping herself up by her elbows, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Michelle sat with the grace and dignity of an empress, comfortable in the knowledge that her word was law. She was almost drunk with the power that she held over the older woman. It had been so easy too. To grasp that power. It was almost pitiful how submissive Sandra Bullock was.

"I want you to dance for me," Michelle commanded in an authorative tone. Sandra moved in a jerky, amateurish way. Not used at all to entertaining someone else. usually, other people were the ones that had to entertain her. "No... No... You dance like an old lady with a bum leg. Do it slower... Let your sensuality come through in your moves."

Sandra let herself be coached on how to move her body in a seductive manner. Slowly, she learned to shake what she had in a way that tittilated her audience. Michelle played with her chest as she watched the prissy rich girl shake off her inhibitions.

That was the reason why Jesse james had cheated on Sandra, even though he had been lucky enough to marry the goose that laid the golden eggs. Earthly possessions could only satisfy a man so far. Heat, Passion, Seduction. Those could not be bought, no matter how much cheddar you had in your bank.

Satisfied with how good of a student Sandra was, the tattooed girl invited her to join her on the couch. Sandra sauntered forward, still awash in the motions of seduction. Their bodies molded against each other, lips pressed together in a deep kiss that would have turned any movie x-rated.

Letting her tongue guide her, Sandra ran a circuit all across Michelle's tattoo-covered body. She tasted the heart on her chest, the flowers on her shoulders, and the snake on her abdomen. Every single lick increased her hunger for more of that tasty flesh. Sandra almost felt like a zombie, with the way she desired more.

"Mmm... Let me see how you taste, sugar." Michelle returned the favor to Sandra tenfold. The brunette gasped and sighed with each lick of the younger woman's expert tongue. Her eyes closed and her toes curled up with the pleasure. "How wonderful! What do you say we do something even better than this?"

"What could be better?" Sandra asked with a sigh.

Michelle responded by pressing her crotch up against Sandra's own and moving her hips around teasingly. A loud scream suddenly came from the rich starlet's surprised mouth. "Oh, you liked that, didn't you?" Michelle giggled with girlish delight as she adopted a slow pace that felt like pure torture to the older woman.

Each second felt like an eternity to Sandra Bullock as Michelle "Bombshell" McGee took great pleasure in being cruel to her. Before long, a great orgasm thundered through her sensitive body. That was but one of dozens more that would shortly follow.

Several hours later, long after poor Sandra felt like she had lost her mind, Michelle was finally done with her perverse work. The young woman got dressed calmly, while her generous host sported a glazed expression on her face. "You were wonderful tonight, sweetie." Giving her a quick kiss on the lips, Michelle added, "I can't wait to do it again."

With that, she left. Once Sandra finally regained consciousness, the first thing she would do was take a shower. If someone mentioned Michelle McGee to her, she would grow hostile on the surface, while secretly becoming aroused. And if someone mentioned Jesse James, her only response would be Jesse Who?

-The End-

Author's Notes: Why am I overcome with the desire to apologize? While writing this story, my shame levels were like, very high. They still are actually. >.> Ah... I'll get over it. I hope you enjoyed, or found at least some of it worth reading.