She Used Me for a Dare… Now I Own Her Mother Chapter 415: Sweet Little Thank You

Heena guided her fingers down his chiseled physique, caressing each defined muscle before encircling his stout, pulsating member.

"I don't mind sharing him, but you have to take him in your mouth first... the whole thing," she murmured menacingly.

"Every single inch, before that man arrives."

Siobhan gazed at the colossal shaft throbbing before her. Trepidation seized her heart... this was far too much. It was more immense in girth and length than she had ever dared to imagine.

She darted a glance at Heena, a flicker of disbelief crossing her mind – how could this woman possibly accommodate such a behemoth within her? Yet, beneath the fear, a fierce competitive spirit ignited.

'If this self-righteous woman can handle it, I will certainly take all of it.' The thought made her mouth water.

She lowered herself between his powerful legs, her hands reaching out to encompass the substantial base. The instant her fingers brushed against the hot, yielding flesh, a shiver of goosebumps traced its way up her arms.

Her gaze lifted to Alex. He merely observed her, a cool, knowing smirk playing on his lips, his eyes challenging her to proceed.

"Are you already intimidated?" Heena taunted. "You can back out and leave this very moment."

Siobhan's pride surged. 'No damned way.'

She leaned forward, pressing a soft, almost worshipful kiss to the enlarged crown. Then, she deliberately drew her tongue slowly around the head, savoring the faint residue of Heena’s earlier release. The primal, salty taste sent a jolt of potent desire through her.

"How is it?" Alex inquired, looking down with that familiar smirk.

"Utterly divine... Sir," Siobhan breathed, her voice husky with arousal. She met Heena's gaze with eyes blazing with defiance and raw hunger, then slowly, deliberately traced her tongue from the base of Alex’s immense cock all the way to its pulsing head.

She circled the tip repeatedly with her tongue, lavishing kisses and licks upon every pronounced vein, relishing the taste as she openly worshiped him directly before Heena.

When she finally parted her lips to attempt to take him in, the thick head strained her mouth impossibly wide. She pushed forward with eager intent... only for it to collide forcefully with the back of her throat.

"GHHK—!" She retched violently, tears sprang to her eyes, her body convulsing involuntarily.

She pulled back, gasping for air, but regrouped with renewed resolve. Once more, she tried, but failed, managing only a few inches of the thick shaft before her throat rebelled.

Heena let out a soft chuckle and leaned towards her. Placing a firm hand at the back of Siobhan’s head, she applied pressure.

"Even after all your supposed experience, you still can't take it in your mouth properly?" she sneered, then pushed down harder.

Siobhan choked back a whimper of sheer humiliation as the enforced pressure drove more than half of Alex’s colossal cock deep into her throat.

Her eyes widened in shock, tears streaming freely down her face, her throat visibly straining as she fought to draw breath around the overwhelming girth.

***

Howard proceeded down the lengthy, opulent hallway, his frown deepening with each stride.

'Where on earth is she?' He had tried Heena’s private line numerous times, even resorted to their home number out of sheer desperation, but no one answered.

A knot of dread tightened in his stomach.

'Something truly terrible must be occurring,' he surmised, his heart beginning to pound erratically. All he desired was to hear her voice, to confirm her safety at home, to quell this disturbing unease in his chest.

'I'll make sure she learns a valuable lesson when I get back,' he resolved with bitter frustration. 'She cannot simply do as she pleases and ignore me like this.'

He attempted to banish the unsettling thoughts.

'Let's just occupy my mind for now...'

He reached the balcony doors, slid them open, and stepped out. A gentle evening breeze welcomed him, but the balcony lay deserted.

"Hmm? Where has this woman gone now?" he grumbled.

"Siobhan!" he called out, his voice echoing faintly against the polished marble.

No response. Only a profound silence and the distant murmur of the city below.

He ventured further onto the balcony, scanning his surroundings with growing confusion, his expression hardening with worry and suspicion. "Siobhan, where the devil are you?"

Still nothing but silence.

Just as he began to turn back towards the glass entrance, peculiar, wet moans and a rhythmic groaning sound began to drift on the air... gradually intensifying, growing more explicit.

'These two never cease their activities,' he cursed inwardly.

Then, he heard it with unmistakable clarity.

"Mphhh... It's so huge, Sir... This feels absolutely incredible..."

Howard froze mid-step. That voice... it sounded uncannily like Siobhan.

His heart hammered violently against his ribs. 'No. I must be imagining things again.' He shook his head forcefully, attempting to clear his senses.

But the moan resonated once more... breathy, unrestrained, and undeniably familiar.

"Did this incorrigible woman actually seek him out willingly?" he whispered, stunned, a grim realization beginning to dawn upon him.

"Siobhan...?" he called out again, his voice now significantly louder, a tremor of anger and fear betraying its edge.

For several tense moments, the only sounds were the wet, rhythmic indications of oral stimulation and muffled gagging. Then, her voice returned... husky, panting, and imbued with a palpable sense of wicked satisfaction.

“Mmmhh... Howard?” Siobhan gurgled loudly, her mouth not even fully cleared of the appendage. “Baby… you finally here?”

‘This brazen wench…’

Her easy, casual speech, while positioned on her knees with another man’s member halfway down her throat, ignited Howard’s fury like wildfire.

“What the hell are you doing?!” he bellowed, his voice strained with unbridled rage and utter disbelief.

Siobhan offered no immediate reply. Instead, she thrust her head forward once more, a wet, disgusting squelching sound echoing as she accommodated more of Alex’s considerable length.

Her eyelids fluttered briefly in a wave of pleasure before she slowly drew back, gasping for breath. Thick rivulets of saliva traced paths from her engorged lips down to the balcony tiles as she lovingly traced the pulsating vein on the underside of his erection.

“Fuck… Sir, it’s enormous… I can barely manage it,” she whimpered without a shred of shame, her words clearly audible to Howard. “It’s stretching my throat so wonderfully… I’ve never experienced anything like this.”

A soft, taunting chuckle escaped her, morphing into a moan as she enveloped the swollen tip in a wet kiss.

Finally, she glanced toward the glass doors, her breathing heavy, her voice thick and husky between slow, explicit laps.

“Honey… I apologize for arriving without you,” she softly cooed, her words punctuated by a quiet, slick suctioning noise.

“But I wanted to express my gratitude to this kind Sir… for granting us access to the executive floor tonight. He’s such a gentleman… and he’s been taking exceptionally good care of me.”

Howard’s face flushed scarlet with a potent cocktail of shame and humiliation. She was shamelessly cuckolding him, yet maintaining that saccharine tone, as if she weren’t currently submitting to another man’s erection.

Siobhan continued in that deceptively innocent voice, “You should join us too, darling. It’s quite delightful and visually stunning out here…”

Alex’s deep, amused baritone joined hers, his tone calm yet commanding.

“Indeed… old man,” he stated, a lazy smirk coloring his voice. “Your wife is exceptionally pleasant and knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m thoroughly enjoying her company. Come closer… I have a fitting recompense prepared for you.”

Howard stood momentarily rigid, his ears ringing with the rush of blood. He found himself speechless.

Shouting seemed ill-advised, potentially backfiring spectacularly. Despite his wounded pride’s fierce protest, his feet began to move of their own accord.

A chaotic surge of rage, abject shame, and a desperate flicker of hope propelled him forward.

Taking a ragged breath, he started his walk towards the presidential suite, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.