Hannah is on her own with your support

You'd love to join Hannah in this new sexual world, but it's just too risky. She understands (for someone who just detailed her intense desire to fuck up young girls, she's as understanding and sweet as she's always been) and promises to give you the details when there are details to give.

"Do you plan on going after that girl from work?" you ask.

"Of course." Hannah says with a little excited squeak.

"How long do you think it'll take to get her?" You ask

Hannah smirks. "Don't plan on me coming over tomorrow night."

And she's not wrong. The next day in the middle of the afternoon you get a text from Hannah that says:

"Too easy!"

To be honest it's not that surprising to you that it would be easy for her. Everyone is a sucker for beautiful girls, even other girls, even girls who think they hate beautiful girls. When those eyes look at you and their desire wraps hold of you, you can't resist. In a way if you were doing this with Hannah, you suspect she'd have less luck. You're not a hideous monster or anything. But it would seem like you're the pervert in charge when, of course, it's all Hannah's idea.

You don't hear any more from your girlfriend that evening and decide not to disturb her for the rest of the night. Instead you spend the evening looking at that post from the girl's Instagram wondering what Hannah might be doing to her at that very moment.

Wondering, as you stroke your cock, how it's possible that you ended up with such a beautiful twisted freak.

You get another text at 3am:

"I'm coming over."

So you wait. And after fifteen minutes Hannah arrives, looking sweaty and satisfied, her eyes immediately glare at you piercingly. "I need your cock!" She says breathing heavily, biting her lip, almost pained with desire.

You don't hesitate. You undo your pants and push them down around your ankles. And just as quickly Hannah drops to her knees, grabs your exposed cock and leans in, rubbing her face against it. "Fuck! I love hurting girls so much. But I'm a straight slut at heart. None of their tight little pussies can compare to a good cock." She looks up at you with those lovely eyes, "And you have such a good cock!"

Fuck. Is this going to be your life now? Hannah preying on young things, then coming over and getting her cock fix from you? It's wild. And as much as Hannah has always been good in bed, you've never seen her like she's been in the past couple days.

"Tell me what happened."

She begins to lick the underside of your shaft, up from balls to tip, over and over, but manages to start her story between licks.

"I followed her into the bathroom at work. It was just us, and when she realized I was there because of her..." a lick.... "she turned and I pinned her against the wall and shoved my tongue in her mouth...." another lick, this one pulls back and a strand of precum stretches from the tip of your member to her tongue. "I groped her a bit too, my hand on her little tit. I could feel her petite body heaving against mine. Finally when it ended she didn't know what to do. So I said, 'I think about you a lot' and I could see her eyes glaze over with love..." Hannah slides her tongue down, off your cock onto your nutsack and starts swirling it around.

She continues. "That's when I texted you. Then I left a note on her desk that said my address, 8pm and 'wear something sexy.' And I waited, rubbing myself for hours, knowing I wouldn't cum, but wanting to make sure my clit was in total control of my mind." She slurps a nut into her mouth and sucks on it. She's totally lost in her perversion.

"Did the girl come?" You ask.

"I don't care if she came." Hannah says.

"No, I mean did she come over just because of the note?" You ask. Maybe it's a silly question. She must have right. Whey else would Hannah be feeling like this?