Hamming it up

Janet screamed in faux ecstasy. A visceral, powerful sound that gave me goosebumps, and she looked back at me with a smirk. The sounds of bubbling water, smacking flesh, and Bill panicking through the phone, and blood rushing through my neck past my ears were all I could hear, and it was hot.
"Bill... I'm sorry..." she began, moaning as I resumed my thrust, eliciting another moan "ungh.... it's definitely over between us."

"What? Excuse me?" he replied, his panic from hearing his girlfriend scream turning to confusion over her rhetoric. "What are you talking about?" Meanwhile, I kept humping away. I had already nutted today and wasn't certain if I could keep it back up for long.

She continued moaning for me. Everything she would do from now on would be for me. "Well-unf... I found someone else. Or should I say he found me." she tried to end that with a giggle, but the discomfort of me being inside her was stopping that.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Where are you?" He was pissed now. A quiet, serious pissed.

"I mean-angh... He's not like you, Bill," she began through more fake moans, "He doesn't ask me for things I want, doesn't try to buy my love. He just saw me, knew he had to have me, and took me. You're not like that. " The she smirked at me. Clearly the irony of the fact that I quite literally bought her love was not lost on her. I chuckled back, but kept focus. I wanted to cum, dammit. "And since you asked, I'm at home, getting assfucked in the jacuzzi."

"Assfucked?!?!" He was loud now. "You told me you hated ana-Oh I see," His tone shifted completely. "This is a prank."

Janet almost started laughing, but I stopped her and decided to join in on the theatrics. It was my idea to call Bill in the first place and since we're doing the stereotypical NTR phonecall, I figured I might as well throw in some of the tropes. I took the phone from Janet, and began video calling, the camera pointed directly at her half-turned head grinning back. I then panned the camera down to my dick (a surprisingly embarrassing thing to do, by the way) going in and out, my other hand on her hip.
"Sorry babe. It's like I said. You ask for things like anal and I reject them. He didn't ask. He just took my ass. It doesn't even belong to me anymore." That did it. I came hard, pressing both hands (and the phone technically. Didn't want to drop it) into her back to keep my balance. My moan there being the first vocalization I've had thus far in this call.

Keeping with the theme thus far, I continued using the script from every NTR doujin ever "Not bad, bitch. Thanks for the girl, old guy. I'll take gooood care of her from now on, don't you worry." I could hardly stop myself from cackling, it was so cheesy.
"Wha... You... YOU BITCH. I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!" All pretense was gone, and the sounds of footsteps and jingling keys coming from the other side of the phone. "AND WHOEVER YOU ARE ASSHOLE YOU'D BETTER BE GONE BY THE TIME I GET THERE OR IT'S YOUR ASS ON THE LINE!" Janet grabbed the phone back from me.

"Bye sweetie! See you never! His ass belongs to me!" Janet replied, hanging up on the now incoherent sounds of Bill's rage and car engine flying on.

I slumped back in my seat. The exhaustion of the day (and it wasn't even over. I skipped my first class but I could still easily make it to the next one) setting in after saving two lives getting fucked twice. My heavy breathing and the post-nut clarity began about then. "We should probably call the cops or something right? He kinda just threatened us and is clearly on his way here." I was back to being scared of Bill.

Janet sat across me, wincing from the ass pain but recovering into a devilish look on her face. "We can do that if you like, but I had a much better plan, master. Please leave it to me?" She gestured for her phone. I knew she wouldn't betray me or anything, so I shrugged and handed it to her. She called another number. I heard a female voice on the other end with a "What is it, Janet?"

"Molly, sweetheart," came a surprising tone from Janet. If I didn't know better, I would certainly not have guessed she just have sex she hated. "I need you to come over, right now. No questions asked."

"What?" came a concerned Molly, I presumed.

"It's about you-know-who. I need you to come over without letting him know," Janet asked, that tone where someone needs you to do something without knowing why. That tone you would only accept from someone you trusted. 'him' obviously referred to Bill, but I didn't know what was happening beyond that.

"Ungh, Fine. I'll be right over," Replied 'Molly', and then she hung up, the sounds of footsteps going down stairs being the last sounds coming from the other side. Janet gave me that succubus look again.

I raised an eyebrow, my breathing finally back to normal. "You gonna tell me what that was about?"

"You'll see."

She got out of the tub and dried off. I followed suit, counting the seconds until Bill arrived. I had no idea how she was going to stop him from beating the shit out of me, but I decided to trust my... concubine's plan.

"Oh, and by the way, Master?"