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Victoria's Revenge on Zayn

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A.N.>>> update! So this one is REALLY DIRTY. but when I write I don't really think about people being sensitive and thinking it's too dirty because I warn you in advance pretty much every chapter and lol what would you expect when you chose to read dirty imagines so yeah. Hah I'm done ranting:P Peace out home slices! And idk enjoy I guess lol. Btw requests! Leave requests please!:)

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Right up until things went south in a hurry, Zayn Malik thought he had the world by the tail. He was a successful singer in a boy band, with millions of fans... and an attitude that more than made up for even his 5' 9 stature. In short, he was a prick to work for, a prick to face in person, and a prick to the women in his life. But now he was struggling for breath, under the weight of the woman on top of him as she ground her naked pussy over his face. Gush after gush of her juice poured over his face in a torrent as she bore down with all of her weight, his head completely engulfed in her flesh. Her shaved pussy was nearly swallowing his mouth and nose as she rode out wave after never-ending wave of orgasm on his squashed features. She humped and ground and he gagged as his nose filled with the smell of her fluid. He tried to feebly push her off, but she held his wrists in a vise-like grip. The incredible heat pulsating from her, the overwhelming scent of her all around him, in his nose, in the back of his throat, was too much, and she bounced her flesh on his nose, his chin, using every feature of his face like a sex toy. His skin was raw, filled with the friction and the unbelievable pressure of her even with her light weight. Her p*ssy juice covered his face and shoulders like a glaze. It was all he could smell, and she showed no sign of slowing down. This couldn't be happening to him, he was never at the mercy of women. How the hell did he end up here? Women were objects for him to boss around, to ogle, to please him. He only employed women for assistants because he enjoyed the power he held over them.

One of those women was Victoria, a meek, rather mousy woman who worked as one of one directions many assistants for the past six months. Victoria put up with every form of degrading sexist comment, every order to fetch him things like coffee, his dry-cleaning, the Hustler magazines he kept brazenly on his coffee table. But when Zayn fired her on the spot the one time she screwed up the courage to tell him to stop rubbing all up against her when they passed in the hallway, he went into a rage and fired her, not even giving her time to pack up her stuff. He called two security guards to dump her belongings into a cardboard box and rudely rushed her out the door. Victoria was devastated. It was five days 'til Christmas and she hadn't done her holiday shopping yet. But that one act of standing up for herself had ignited a small flame that grew within her as she began, for the first time in her life to get angry.

Now Victoria was getting her revenge. He would never do this to women again.

Victoria turned herself around on Zayn's chest so that she was facing his feet. She looked back over her shoulder mischievously and wiggled her ass in Zayn's face, gradually moving it closer and closer to him. She giggled as she teased him. He could feel the intense heat radiating from her ass and smell her odor as she moved closer, just an inch from his nose. He could see the thin black

thong dip down from her hips and disappear into the crack of her ass.

"Come on, zayny, be a good boy. Plead your case. Maybe you can persuade me."

Zayn opened his mouth to blurt out something, anything, but as the first syllable passed his lips, Victoria slammed her ass down so hard that zayn felt her bounce with the amount of pressure she was trying to apply. He could hear the blood throbbing in her veins, feel nothing but the her weight resting his face. She simply sat on him, smothering him without mercy. This is it, he thought. He began thrashing his legs, flailing his arms, his chest bucking and heaving as she gave him no mercy. Then, just as he began to pass out, she lifted off him slightly. Even greater panic had set in, as he couldn't get his lungs to work. His lungs had been pushed so far to the breaking point that he couldn't get them to work. He felt a seizure begin as his body trembled uncontrollably. Victoria expertly placed her hands on his stomach and began massaging his diaphragm. Suddenly, he felt something loosen, and he took in great whoops of air, coughing and gagging as the life-giving oxygen rushed though his bloodstream.