by BJ Wane
Undercover Obsession
by BJ Wane
ISBN: 978-1-938897-43-6
A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication
Copyright © 2014, All rights reserved
Smashwords Edition
Chapter One
Switzerland
“Happy birthday!”
Eighteen year old Piper Winters grinned at her roommate, Kathy, who was sitting cross legged on her bed, a gaily wrapped package in her hand and a wide smile on her face. “Thanks, Kathy.” Eyeing the package and her best friend, Piper felt her pulse accelerate as she wondered what surprise Kathy had for them this time. For close to a year now, ever since being paired together in their dorm for their senior year at St. Francis of Assisi’s private, all-girls school in Switzerland, Kathy had made it her mission in life to educate Piper in all the areas she felt her new roommate was lacking. And most of those areas were in the category of sex. Crossing the room to her own bed, she started to sit down when Kathy stopped her with a shake of her blonde head and the quick removal of her tee shirt.
Raising a dark brow, Piper glanced at Kathy’s naked breasts, her nipples already puckered into stiff, excited peaks and inquired dryly, “You have to be topless for me to open my gift?”
Laughing, Kathy shimmied out of her jeans without getting off the bed, saying, “No, dork, we have to be naked before you open it because I got one for me too, so hurry up and catch up.”
It had taken some cajoling and coaxing on Kathy’s part to get Piper relaxed enough to parade around their room naked in front of her, but after the first few times, Piper had discovered how liberating shucking her more reserved nature was and had quickly grown to enjoy both the freedom and the sensuality being so open gave her. Prior to their senior year, all the students at St. Francis were housed in dorm rooms holding five bunk beds and took turns using a communal hall bathroom, which made given a private room and bath with just one roommate their senior year something to really look forward to.
Piper felt her pussy moisten as she stripped off her top and jeans and settled on her own bed. “You know we’ll be expelled if we’re caught watching porn again,” she warned her friend as she reached up and lightly ran her finger over her soft nipple, enjoying the way it puckered within seconds, the tingle of pleasure she gave herself causing even more cream to fill her pussy.
Kathy tossed the gift across to Piper then laid back against her propped up pillows, spread her thighs and casually cupped her pussy. “It’s not porn, but we’d probably get expelled if we’re caught using our gifts, so we’ll need to be quiet when we come.”
Piper couldn’t help it, she giggled like a kid as she tore into her package, wishing she was as comfortable with her body as Kathy was with hers. Maybe if she was five foot seven and weighed barely one ten instead of five foot three and was topping one fifty she would be as easy about exposing herself as Kathy was. Being short, it was easier to put on the pounds and it didn’t help that she ate almost constantly when she was upset, stressed or unhappy, and lately, her adoptive father’s evasiveness about allowing her to attend college in the states so she could be closer to him hadn’t done anything to keep her from raiding the vending machines nonstop.
Opening her present to find a thick, eight inch, real as life dildo had her quickly shoving all thoughts of Charles and her overweight body aside. “Holy shit, Kath, will it fit?”
Laughing, Kathy grabbed her own gift to herself from under her pillow. “Of course it will, silly. We’ve both seen how easily those large cocks fit in the movies we watched before they were confiscated.”
“Those women had had sex plenty of times and were stretched to accommodate them! We’re not!” Even though there were coed dances as well as sports activities throughout the year, the students had very little chance or opportunity to be alone with the opposite sex, one of the reasons most of them were at this exclusive, expensive school. For Piper, it was a common sense solution when Charles Sandoval suddenly found himself the sole guardian of her following her mother’s sudden death in an accident when she was eight. Even though Christine Winters and Charles weren’t married, her mother didn’t have any other family and he had agreed to the stipulation in her will.
“So we’ll have to take it slow. What’s your hurry as long as you get to come?”
She had a point, Piper thought. “Okay, but if it hurts, I’m going back to using my fingers.”
“Eventually, we’ll be able to combine our fingers with the dildo. Now, get to work. First one to achieve full penetration and orgasm gets the shower first.” Which they both knew meant only lukewarm water for the one unlucky enough to lose.
The two of them had been openly exploring their bodies for months now, so neither was embarrassed about masturbating together, but Piper had always secretly gotten off at knowing someone was watching. She didn’t know if that was a normal response or if she was just weird, so she kept that little fact to herself. Since there was no way she’d expose her overweight body to a man, let alone if someone else was in the room just to watch, she enjoyed the added pleasure having an audience gave her now.
Piper mimicked Kathy, propped her pillows up and leaned back, preparing to ignore her unsightly overly round body and simply bask in how it made her feel. Her breasts were as large as the rest of her, but her nipples were so sensitive she always spent time with them first. Using her palms, she rotated her hands over the erect buds, the constant circular motion eliciting sharp spasms of pleasure that sped directly to her already aching sheath. Closing her eyes, she pretended it was a man touching her, hard fingers grasping her nipples and pinching them to the point of discomfort. Moaning, she twisted her nipples slightly then pulled tautly before releasing them with a plop. Opening her eyes, she saw both nipples were red and swollen, throbbing in pleasure. Again she took them between her fingers, only this time she watched as she alternated between light pressure and harder twists until her vagina was spasming in neglected complaint. She kept telling herself she was going to take her time and see if she could orgasm from nipple stimulation alone, but she was always too impatient to complete that experiment. When she felt her slick juices seeping from her pussy, she picked up the dildo and lowered it between her spread legs, the feel of the smoothly rounded head so different from her smaller, narrower fingers. When it slid easily between her swollen lips, she gasped in startlement.
“Are you getting anywhere?” Kathy asked in obvious frustration.
Piper looked over to see her friend red faced as she held just the head of her dildo at the entrance of her vagina, still unable to slip it in. “I took some time with the girls before I went straight for the pleasure button.” When Kathy stuck her tongue out, she countered dryly, “I’ll let you know after this experiment if you’re my type.”
Laughing, Kathy quipped, “You do that,” before taking her advice and giving some attention to her nipples.
As wet as Piper was, she was still struggling to get the fat dildo much further, so she rooted out her clit and proceeded to work up more moisture by rubbing the rounded head against her swollen bud. “Oh, God,” she moaned as the immediate pleasure swamped her. Fighting the urge to just let go, wanting to save that pleasure for when she was fully penetrated for the first time, she slowly pushed the dildo in another inch. Releasing her clit, using both hands at the base of the phallus, she shuddered under the onslaught of pleasure at experiencing the full possession of her pussy for the first time. She would be forever grateful to Kathy for this birthday gift as knowing what to feel and expect might be the encouragement she needed when the time came to experience this with a real cock.
Ignoring the discomfort of being stretched and filled deeper than she could have ever imagined, eager now for the full meal
deal, she slowly pulled back on the dildo with one hand while rooting out her clit again with the other. Making sure to rasp the hard ridges of the stalk along her protruding clit, she stopped when once again the smoother head was the only part embedded in her. The glistening dampness on the length of the dildo excited her as much as the feel of it still in her. In the six months she had been masturbating, she had never been so turned on, so excited and anxious for climax. Her nipples were so tight they ached and her pussy so wet the dildo made a slurping sound as she penetrated it fully once again. That sound had her perspiring in expected pleasure, her breathing speeding up as she fucked herself faster and deeper, the discomfort of her first full penetration giving way to pulsing pleasure as she felt her slick walls close around the phallus.
Dimly she heard Kathy moaning in pleasure, but her only desire right now was to feel herself spasming around the hard ridges of the dildo as she fantasized about a man taking her with just as deep, just as hard strokes. Her hips lifted automatically with each plunge, her buttocks tightening as she gyrated in time with her strokes until she was lost in a swirl of bright lights and exploding colors. Trying to hold back her cries, she pressed down hard on her clit as she now rammed the dildo in and out of her spasming sheath with unerring rapidity. The pleasure filling her shaking, undulating body left no room for anything except ecstasy. By the time she came down from the high, her body was reduced to a quivering mass of sated pleasure, her bent knees simply plopping outward, her hands falling to her sides as her pussy continued to ripple softly around the dildo.
“You gonna leave that thing in there all night?” Kathy asked with a grin when she glanced over to the other bed and saw the bemused, satisfied look on Piper’s flushed face. Damn if she didn’t feel the way Piper looked, she thought on a pleased sigh.
“I might, that way it’ll already be where I want it when I get my breath back and go for round two.”
Chuckling, Kathy grabbed her slick dildo and bounced off the bed. “Go right ahead. I’m showering. Suddenly I’m starving.”
Piper gazed out the window, never tiring of the view of the snowcapped Alps. Even though signs of spring were already giving way to the full bloom of summer, the mountains kept their hold on winter throughout the year, making the small country an ideal vacation destination for a variety of reasons. But after living here for ten years, she was more than ready to go home to the states despite her fondness for her adoptive country. She had been only eight when her mother had died in a car accident and Charles had whisked her out of the country and enrolled her in the private boarding school. Piper loved her adoptive father more than anyone or anything else in the world, but she couldn’t help resenting her enforced separation from the only home she had ever known and his refusal to allow her to return to the states in the years since her mother had been gone.
Charles Sandoval had always been an enigma to his young ward, a bigger than life persona who was a total mystery to her. The few memories Piper retained of her life in Missouri with her mother were how much Christine had adored Charles, how happy she was when he was there with them and how sad she was each time he left. By the time Piper was a teenager, she had suspected that he had another family, a family that knew nothing of her and her mother. When she had finally gotten up the nerve to confront him about it, he had shocked her by telling her she wasn’t his biological daughter, that she had been one year old when he met her mother. Piper had been so upset by the revelation Charles had stayed over an extra day to reassure her about how much he cared and that, despite there being no blood relation between them, he would always be there for her.
“There has never been nor will there ever be anyone for me but your mother,” he had told her in his deep, no nonsense manner. “You and Christine were all that ever mattered to me, Piper, and I will do what I feel is best for you, what I think Christine would want me to do.”
For ten years the only explanation Piper had ever gotten for being isolated in Switzerland had been it was for her own good, but now that she was eighteen, that explanation wasn’t good enough anymore. Charles would be here for her high school graduation this weekend and he had told her he had a surprise for her. The only thing she wanted more than to see him and be part of his life for more than one weekend a month was to go to college back in the states, to return to Missouri, visit her mother’s grave and start on a career as a clothing designer. She figured her passion for clothes, especially for sexy, sensual and risqué lingerie, stemmed from having a limited wardrobe consisting of girl’s uniforms and jeans for so long because she sure as hell didn’t have the body to parade around in anything but basic white cotton underthings and loose jeans and sweatshirts that helped disguise her overweight, short body.
As always, days before Charles’s scheduled visit found her so excited she could barely sleep or concentrate on her school work, and this time her anticipation and excitement was even higher because she was certain her surprise was going to be returning to the states with him and finally being able to be a part of his life on a regular basis. He was a kind, doting guardian, generous to a fault when it came to money and seeing she had everything she needed. When he visited her he gave of himself one hundred percent, spent every moment of those monthly visits with her, taking her out, traveling with her throughout Europe in his private plane and lavishing her with his love and attention. She was always so glad to see him, so grateful for whatever time he would give her, she didn’t even resent the hard eyed, hard edged body guard employee who always accompanied him. She knew he was a rich man and probably had enemies who coveted his wealth and position, but other than that she knew nothing of what he did to earn his wealth. Whenever she asked, he would reply evasively that he ran a multifaceted company whose financial risks required his undivided attention.
But Piper wanted more from the man who had raised her than those few weekends. She wanted the one thing he had always withheld from both her and her mother, to be a family. Now that she was an adult and able to make her own decisions, she was going to insist on more from him than a monthly visit and a monthly deposit into her account.
Four Years Later
Piper checked the time again and saw that only five minutes had passed since the last time she had glanced at the clock. She couldn’t help it, she thought as she looked out the front window of her apartment hoping to see Charles pull up. The past three months, he had to cancel his monthly trips to Geneva to see her, his disappointment evident even over the phone. His excuse of being unable to get away, however, fell flat and did nothing but raise her suspicions even more about what he had been keeping from her all these years. If there was one thing that had given her comfort since he had exiled her overseas it was that he seemed to need and enjoy their monthly weekends together as much as she did.
When Charles Sandoval had arrived for her high school graduation four years ago and doused her hopes of returning to the states, she had thought nothing he could have done would hurt her more. Until he had started cancelling his trips to see her. When no amount of pleading had changed his mind about allowing Piper to attend college in the states, she had resorted to threats, stating she was an adult and could and would go where she pleased now. She would never forget how his face had paled and his dark eyes clouded with anger and worry when she had defied him for the first time. But her disappointment had been so acute, her pain at his denial so sharp, she had no trouble sticking to her threat, not even when he announced he had secured entrance into Geneva’s Art Institute for her.
Getting a degree in Fashion Design and Sewing had been a goal of hers since childhood and attending such a prestigious institute would have been a dream come true if it hadn’t come at the expense of returning to her homeland and being closer to the man she had always considered her father. When dangling that carrot in front of her hadn’t made her back down, he threatened to cut her off, and from the cold look that had taken over his usual loving, doting countenance, she knew he meant it. The threat had been delivered w
ith absolute resolve, but the desperation in his tone and on his face when he added she wouldn’t see him again couldn’t be missed, and it was that desperation, not the financial threat that had gotten through to her. While having no income, no job prospects and nowhere to go would scare any eighteen year old, not seeing or hearing from Charles again scared her more, and if there was one thing he had always made sure she knew about him for sure was how much he cared about her. For him to say he’d cut all ties with her told her there had to be a good reason he wanted to keep her here in Switzerland, keep her life separate from his for yet another extended period of time.
So they had gone on the past four years as they had the ten years prior and she had been somewhat content if not happy, until he started missing their monthly visits. In their last phone conversation, he had promised he’d be here if he could, told her how proud he was of her and there wasn’t anywhere else he’d rather be. The complications with his business that he said were making travel difficult lately and keeping him from seeing her were slowly getting resolved.
He should be here any time, Piper thought as she looked at the time again, her anticipation rising with each minute that passed. Of course, she was honest enough to admit to herself that a good portion of her heightened anxiety was due to the added anticipation of seeing Brody again, her guardian’s new bodyguard. It had been almost a year since Brody had replaced Karl in accompanying Charles on his visitations. Karl had always made her uncomfortable, his cold eyes looking through her as if she meant nothing, his looks dismissive but his attention to their surroundings whenever they went somewhere alert and, at times menacing. Brody on the other hand, looked at her out of warm grey eyes, his smile friendly and his attitude much more genial, the occasional wink he gave her when Charles wasn’t looking warming her more than her adoptive dad’s hearty embrace.