DESTROYED 18+ Michael Jackson Fanfic

Revenge

I can love you but also I can walk out and leave.- T. Smith

Michael Point of View   

I know what I am doing is wrong but it's called revenge and she cheated first so why not get back at her." Someone knocks at the door and there the woman I texted early. 

Hey Michael why did you called me." Vanessa said with a smile and a smirk on her face." You like what I have on she says with Split Hem Tube Dress On." With something under it.

One thing about Vanessa is that she have a nice body curly silky sandy brown hair and cute face but she not more beautiful than tati.                                                                                                                                                    I didn't waste no time pulling he towards me and then start kissing her.

But then I pulled back."

What Wrong she said."

It's rarely that you find yourself alone with Vanessa. On this occasion, no-one else is expected for at least half an hour. You make her a cup of coffee and take advantage of the opportunity to get to know her better.

You've lusted after Vanessa for a while now, but you've never made a move on her. You can't imagine that anything good would happen if you were ever to proposition her. Instead you make small talk and wonder if she suspects the depth of your feelings.

While Vanessa is talking animatedly about something that happened to her last Tuesday, your eyes involuntarily drop to her chest. Today she's wearing a tight blouse with a couple of buttons undone, revealing the pink lace edge of her bra and some delicious cleavage. She has a truly magnificent pair of tits and you've fantasized about them often. You wonder how she'd react if she knew how many times you've shot your load while thinking about them...

"Hey Michael, having a good look?" says Vanessa, snapping her fingers and bringing you out of your reverie with a jolt.

"What? Sorry, what were you saying?" you stammer.

"My tits. Were you having a good look at my tits?" she asks evenly. "I can always tell when you're sneaking a peek."

You have no choice but to come clean. "Vanessa, I'm sorry. I didn't know I was so obvious."

"Every time we see each other you can't keep your eyes off my boobs. How do you think that makes me feel?" she asks quietly.

"I can't imagine," you admit. You feel ashamed that you've obviously made her feel like a piece of meat, fit only to be ogled. You have to try and fix the situation.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to..." you begin.

"I'll tell you how it makes me feel," interrupts Vanessa, leaning forward. "Do you want to know?"

"Um... yes?" you reply uncertainly. Whatever she's about to say, you deserve it.

She looks into your eyes for several long seconds while you wither before her.

"I like it," she finally says, smiling wickedly. "Every time I catch you staring at my boobs it makes me feel sexy. I love knowing that my body turns you on!"

Your heart leaps into your throat and your cock stirs in your pants as if on cue. "You do have a fantastic pair of tits, Vanessa. I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks so."

She walks around to where you are sitting, then lifts herself up on to the edge of table and looks down at you warmly. "Is it just my tits you like?"

You are quick to avoid falling into that particular trap. "Oh no, you're the complete package, Vanessa. I've wanted you for ages!" It feels so cathartic to finally tell her how you feel.