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I watched my bitchy next door neighbor sleep for a few minutes, just imagining all the fun I was going to have at the snobby country club gala tomorrow, when I realized I had a problem of my own. My cock was rock hard from watching the humiliation of Lillian.

Deciding I wasn’t quite done with my milfy neighbor, I grabbed a backpack of supplies and snuck next door. Both the front and back door were both locked, and I stared to feel a little discouraged that my plan wasn’t going to work. After failing at the first two windows an idea popped in my head. I pulled up my Sims app and brought up Lillian Davenport. She was still in a deep sleep covered in her own piss. I typed, ‘say your grange code in your sleep.’

The sleeping blonde gave a snort before saying, “2735.”

Shocked that my plan actually worked, I went around the front to the garage. Before putting in the code I pulled up the app again and typed, ‘Very very deep sleep’ just to be careful. As the garage opened up I was greeted with the sight of Lillian’s white BMW corvette. Unconsciously tip-toeing past the expensive car, I made my way to the door that lead into the house. Her house was still in the process of moving, but it was clear it was going to be suited for a queen. I made my way to the foyer, it was ceiling to floor with expensive marble. A giant adonis statue stood in the middle made out of more white marble and lined with gold trim. I walked up the stairs and finally made my way up to where the queen bitch slept. Her room was just as immaculate as the rest of the house. I stood shocked that I was in the bedroom of Lillian Davenport. The bitchy millionaire that hiked up **** prices for those in need. With my anger starting to rise I decided to get started with my fun.

I began looking through drawers until, in her nightstand, I found a rabbit vibrator along with coconut oil, which I doubt she was using to cook with.

“I guess when you’re such a frigid bitch you need this stuff close by,” I laughed. Continuing with my plan I first grabbed the coconut oil and opened my back to pull out some extra-hot hot sauce. Smiling at the ‘avoid contact with the skin’ warning, I carefully mixed it into the oil making sure the color didn’t change too much. Next was the vibrating sex toy which I gave a generous coating of itching powder.

I laughed as I returned the tainted sex objects back to the night stand. Looking down I realized my erection was begging to break through my pants. At that moment an idea popped into my head. I retreated into Lillian’s master bathroom, and found a jar of facial moisturizer that looked expensive, confirmed by the $500 sticker. I started jacked myself off into the moisturizer when a different idea crossed my mind. Walking back to the sleeping bitch I saw she was snoring with drool dripping out of her open mouth. Smiling I slowly inserted the head of my cock into her bitchy mouth. I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my cock and the texture of her tongue lazily across my shaft.

“Nice shit blow job I muttered. But maybe if I...” I quickly pulled up the Sims app and typed, ‘have a vivid dream about giving the most passionate blow job to a bunch of men that disgust you.’ At that moment a dream bubble popped up on the app. After clicking on the bubble a video of her dream appears on the screen. There she was the high and mighty Lillian Davenport eagerly sucking of a group of well hung black men.

“A little racist are w...” My words were interrupted as the snobby bitch’s once lazy tongue ran its way up my shaft and around my head. She released a slight moan before taking my entire cock in her mouth. My mind spinning as I felt the tightness of her throat. Slowly pulling off my dick she sucked every inch milking my entire shift. My cock pulsated as she reached my head. Knowing I couldn’t last any longer I quickly pulled out of the warm embrace of her mouth, watching her lips smack at the absence of my dick, and shot the largest load of my life into her expensive moisturizer.

I collapse on a nearby chair as my legs went weak, “I would like to amend my first statement about the shit blow job,” I said trying to catch my breath. I took a moment to regain myself before decided my job here was done. Taking one last look at the snobby blonde, her lips still smacking trying to suck an imaginary dick, I said, “Sweet dreams and I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.”

I made my way down the stairs and through the kitchen before a folder labeled, ‘Black and White Gala caught my attention. I opened it up and my heart skipped a beat with excitement. At the top of the first page my eyes read, ‘Guest List.’ Not being able to contain my excitement I started to scan the list. It was a whose who of the town snobby elites. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of the list when one name caught my attention. Claudia Winters.

At the sight of that name, my blood began to boil. A chill ran down my spine, as I though back to three years ago. A time I tried to block out when I was still at that private high school. The memory of Jake Winters, the star lacrosse player and grad A douchebag, pushing me into the girl’s locker room. Then checking my into the lockers as I ran out resulting in a broken arm. Then the aftermath where Claudia, the evil cunt she was, convinced the school I was a creep trying to spy on girls and her son being the hero. Eventually be kick out of school and winding up in public school, which I enjoyed a lot more away from the rich snobs. Although Claudia continuing to spread rumors of me jacking off my tiny cock and try to **** those girls until her son saved the day. Bullying my parents so bad they were shamed into leaving the country club.

Shaking my head from those awful memories, I smiled and I typed Claudia Winters into my app.

An image of the fake tit bitch appeared on my phone drinking wine in a set of skimpy lingerie. All sort of different **** ideas flooded my mind. I then decided to type in the name Jake Winters.

Jake was asleep in bed on the opposite side to the Winter’s mansion. But what caught my eyes was the woman sleeping next to him. It was Ms. Erica Saunders, my English teacher at that snooty private school. I hated Ms.Saunders to the core. She was in her early thirties and was every high school kids wet dream with her probably fake tits and tight ass. The problem is she knew it and thus thought she was part of the popular kids. To the students like Jake she was nice, flirty, and let them get away with ****, while to everyone else she was a strict, rude, cunt who would insult and humiliate those she deemed to be nerdy or losers.

“I think it might be time to settle some old scores,” I laughed thinking of Claudia, Jake, and Ms.Saunders.