Joan wants to destroy you

Yes, you knew why. Joan was a firecracker. There was nothing she loved more than destroying pretty things. It was the only way someone as arrogant and disgusting as David could attract someone as alluring as her. She, herself, was drawn to the darkness, and nothing pleased her more than spreading it to others. She was just witness to two happy couples announcements of joy and commitment. This was her moment.

She inhaled and puffed smoke into your face again, this time bending down to breathe some against your clavicle. You shivered, loving her hot breath against you. Joan leaned further forward and planted loving pecks against your clavicle. You felt one of her kisses turn hard, a wet smack followed by her sucking on your neck -- she was trying to give you a hicky!

You pushed against her, shoving her off of you. Joan wiped her lips and cackled. Her lipstick was smeared.

"That's one of your favorite spots, right? Jesse told me during one of our girl's nights. Now it's coated like a bruise in lipstick and a hicky. Naughty naughty John. What will Jesse think?" Joan laughed again, biting her lip.

Without missing a beat, Joan unbuckled her jeans and removed them, tossing them down the alley. She was wearing a thin black thong. Joan shook her hips and twirled herself around, giving you a show. She hooked her thumbs around the ends of her thong and removed that too, showing off her bald pussy. She stuck her hips out towards you and rubbed her mound.

"Look at her, John. Gaze into my pretty pussy," She slapped her plump lips, "This is what owns your now. You're under her spell."

Joan reached a hand down your sweats and began stroking your cock up and down. She smiled and stood on her tip toes to kiss your lips. You kissed back. Her other hand grabbed the back of your neck and **** passion into the kiss. She stuck her tongue down into you while she stroked your shaft. She fondled your balls.

"I can feel you tightening under my grasp, John, under my kiss. Accept your fate and cum for me. Cum for me and prove you're mine. I will never love you like Jesse. I will never bear your children. I will ruin your life, John, you understand? But you're going to cum for me all the same. Now look into my eyes and cum in my hand."

You did as you were told. Joan's flaming red hair and piercing eyes looked back into the abyss of your soul as she pumped you harder and faster.

"Cum... Cum... Cum..." She commanded over and over.

You groaned, your body shuddering. Your whole being seized into Joan as you came hard against her, her fist milking you all the while. You could feel ropes of seed come out of you and coat Joan's hand and the inside of your sweats.

"That's it, baby. That's it." She was near cradling your post-orgasmic body against the alley wall. She was your angel in this moment, poised to destroy everything you'd worked for.

Joan giggled and removed her hand from your cock and pants. She looked over your seed on her hand and nodded as if saying, "Not bad." She licked her hand clean of your ejaculate.

Joan picked up her purse and got out her concealer and began applying it to the marks on your clavicle.

"Here's what's going to happen, John. I am going to drain you every night so there's nothing left for Jesse. You will not fuck her. You will not go down on her. You will not please her in any way. She will not get any more of your seed. That is all mine. She will grow despondent, upset with your lack of sex and attention. This will continue until one day I decide to bring her the truth -- that this lack of excitement in her life isn't because the father of her children doesn't love her anymore, no, it's much deeper than that. He's found a better woman than her, a better woman that he can never have. And he'd much rather spend his time getting paltry handjobs from her in an alleyway, he'd much rather lick her feet and asshole than have sex with the mother of his child. At that point, my role in your life will likely end because I will have no more need of you," She finished her work on your neck, "Now I'm going back. You might want to figure out an excuse for that."

She pointed towards your crotch -- you could still see the semen stains on your sweatpants. Joan left you alone, still catching your breath from her seduction.