by Lacy Ryder
In His Debt
I’ll keep his dirty secret, if he keeps mine...
By: Lacy Ryder
Published by Smutpire Press
Copyright 2017 All Rights reserved
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In His Debt
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“Turn around, Stacey.”
She obliges, just like every other girl before her. Turning around, her blue eyes fill with anticipation. I shift underneath the bush I’m crouching behind to get a better view.
Slowly, he bends her over until the palms of her hands are almost resting against the charcoal rug on the floor beneath them. Her short dress barely covers her ass and the tiny thong she’s wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. He lifts the dress up over her head and tosses it on the ground. She groans as he runs his hands over her naked body, until his fingers rest between her legs.
I swallow, feeling myself getting aroused as he pushes aside the thong and thrusts his finger inside her pussy, then lifts it to his mouth. My legs tense as he sucks her juices off his finger.
This guy is like clockwork. Every night, right on ten, he waltzes into the bedroom of his huge inner city townhouse with a new woman on his arm. Tonight, I recognize her as one of the twenty-something socialites who always manages to find herself spread across the gossip pages. Apparently, that’s not all she likes to spread. I chuckle to myself and watch as he sits at the foot of the bed, cradling her ass in his masculine hands.
He's Jacob Tanner, the CEO of one of the biggest communications firms in the country. There is no denying how attractive he is, with his dark, curly hair and intense brown eyes, but what was most impressive about him was the work he does for various charities. It was no secret that he lost his sister to some rare cancer when he was a kid, so he was all about giving back to the community as much as he could.
The public loved him for it, and it gave him a reputation as a gentleman that had every woman in the country weak at the knees. But there was another side to Jacob that not many people knew about. A side to him that I witnessed every single night, at ten o’clock on the dot. A side that continuously left me wet and wanting more.
I still remember the first night I stumbled across his evening activities. I’d just arrived home from dinner with a friend when I heard screaming. At first I panicked, but when another scream pierced the air I quickly realized the owner of the voice wasn’t in trouble. Far from it.
My curiosity got the better of me, because let’s face it—it’s been a long time since anyone made me scream like that. I followed the voice and found myself in Jacob’s yard, hiding behind the huge bush that covers half his bedroom window. I peered inside through the small crack in the drapes, and my heart literally stopped.
The owner of the scream was lying naked on the bed, her wrists bound to the posts with silk ties. She was stunning, but it was him I couldn’t take my eyes off. Jacob, the same man who politely waved when we passed each other in the street. The soft spoken, perfect gentleman, who held the door open for me last week when we bumped into each other going into the store. That same man was hovered over her, his tongue buried deep into her pussy while she writhed on the bed, clearly in ecstasy. I was frozen. I couldn’t move, and more to the point, I didn’t want to.
That night I sat there for hours, in the freezing cold, mesmerized by him. The next night, and every single one after it, I came back at the same time to find a different woman experiencing the same, intense pleasure that I could only dream of being subjected to myself. It wasn’t long before I was using him as my own personal foreplay. Sliding my finger inside my pussy while sneaking looks through his window was incredibly hot. He played every woman’s body like he owned it, exploring every crevice, and touching myself to that always got me off. He was in control, and every woman left him looking the same way; satisfied, in shock, and thoroughly fucked.
I’m brought back to reality by the sound of her gasp. I watch as he slides his thick, hard, rod from inside his pants. I grin, because if there was one word to describe Jacob’s cock it would be ‘huge.’ My heart pounds and I wet my lips, dirty thoughts running through my head as he palms himself. The only thing better than imagining that piece of meat sliding between my legs would be feeling it. Watching him was like an addiction I couldn’t get enough of.
He stands behind her and nudges her legs further apart as his fingers explore her from behind. Even so far away, I can see how wet she is. His fingers glide with such ease, her thighs tensing every time they enter her.
“Don’t move,” he instructs. “If you move, I’ll have to punish you.” She nods, and releases a whimper. Part of me wants her to move because I want to see her punished. I part my legs slightly, my pussy tingling. I’m already hot and bothered, and the show has barely started. I glance around his big, empty yard. It’s dark, but I’m under the soft glow of his bedroom light. If anyone was out there, watching me, I’d never know. I shiver, not sure if the thought scares me or turns me on even more. I shake my head and turn back to Jacob.
I shift my position again, so I’m down on one knee, my other leg parted enough to give me the best access. He has her by the hips as he slowly rocks her against his erection. She’s shaking, and he likes that. He feeds off her fear, the fact that she doesn’t know what he plans to do with her.
Her fingers dig into the rug as he gets onto the floor behind her. He kisses her thighs while his finger massages her pussy. She whimpers, losing her balance ever so slightly, just enough to catch his attention. He straightens up, a frown on his face as he gets to his feet.
“Did I tell you not to move?” He asks patiently. He’s still fully dressed, and it’s a little disconcerting seeing him look so professional with his huge cock sticking out of his unzipped pants.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her face stricken with panic.
“Sorry isn’t good enough,” he mutters. He walks over to the drawers beside his bed, clearly annoyed. He bends over and opens the second one, and pulls out a large silicon rod. It looks kind of like a dildo, but much more impressive. Or scary. I’m not sure which. My eyes widen as he walks back over to her, rolling the rod over the palm of his hand. “Now stay still, okay?”
At first I think he’s going to spank her with it, but I soon realize he has other ideas. My pussy throbs as he spits on the tip, rubbing his saliva over it. He lines it up to her pussy and teases her entrance. She whimpers, hesitant at first, but as he gently guides it inside her she loosens up and begins to ride against his thrusts.
I shift my legs apart, swallowing hard. I’m at the point where I can’t help myself. I’m so turned on watching this that I need a release. I hitch up my skirt and slide my hand between my legs, pushing aside my now wet, lacy panties. I gasp as I slip finger inside myself, my eyes not leaving his hand and that rod.
“Oh God,” she groans. She throws her head back, rocking harder against his thrusts. He drives the rod deeper inside, kissing her neck as her body jolts. He pushes himself against her, abandoning the toy in favor of his cock. She cries out, arching her back as he drives himself inside her, deeper and faster until he suddenly pulls out, just before she comes.
“Turn around,” he orders. He sits back on the end of the bed and motions for her to come closer, until she’s eye level with his erection. Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, he roughly yanks her to the tip of his cock.
“Open your mouth,
” he orders. She opens wide, gasping as he slides his length inside her. He grunts, throwing his head back, his grasp still firmly around her head.
I gasp as my fingers work my clit. I’m so wet and so fucking close to exploding that it’s almost unbearable. I close my eyes for a second and imagine that it’s me in there, taking him in my mouth, letting him choke me with his length. What would he taste like? I let out a hiss, thinking how good it would feel to have him explode in my mouth, his jizz coating the back of my throat. I groan as my fingers clutch against the concrete exterior of his house. My fingers furiously thrusting inside me as I watch her gag on his length.
“Fuck,” I cry out, my thighs clenching as I come. My heart races as my body convulses against the touch of my fingers. I massage my clit, my pussy throbbing, until I can’t take anymore. Panting, I steady myself, still riding the last of my orgasm. That was fucking incredible. I take a deep breath, trying unsuccessfully to compose myself when I suddenly feel like I’m being watched.
Panicked, I open my eyes, just in time to see him staring out the window, right at me. Shit. He heard me. I’m not usually so vocal, but tonight, I couldn’t help myself. I freeze, trying to think of a reason as to why I’m out here. I swallow a laugh. What possible explanation could I have for being here doesn’t involve watching him get off with my fingers jammed up my pussy? There is no way out of this.
I brace myself for his confrontation, but it doesn’t happen. He doesn’t move, and for a moment, I convince myself that maybe he hasn’t seen me. My heart pounds as his eyes locked on mine while she sucks his length. No. He can definitely see me. I have no idea what to do. I want to run, but I can’t move, and even if I could, post orgasm, I don’t trust my legs to carry me. He smirks, as if he’s enjoying my discomfort. He grabs the back of her head, holding her in place, his eyes not leaving mine. He likes that I’m watching.
“Harder,” he orders her. He guides his length further into her mouth, back and forth, the fire fueling his eyes. He grunts, both hands now grasping her head as she curls her tongue around his cock. Her eyes are closed—thank God—because his are firmly on me.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses. He closes his eyes for the first time since he noticed me. His back arches as he climaxes, while she hangs of his cock, sucking the last of his load out. He pushes her back, and stands up, planting a wet kiss on her lips.
I take my moment and creep away from window and out of their view. I’m on my feet faster than I’ve ever been before, racing across the grass to the gate. Squeezing back in to my own yard, I feel sick. My heart races out of control. I can’t believe he caught me. How am I ever going to face him after this?
I’ll have to move. It’s the only way. If anyone ever found out about this…. I shiver. God, I can’t even think about that. Nobody can ever know about what just happened.
I trudge my way inside, defeated. The worst thing is, I’m embarrassed, and ashamed at how turned on I was watching him get sucked off by some other woman. It felt a whole lot sexier and forbidden when he knew I was there. I was caught, red handed, my fingers deep in pussy. Had he seen me come? The number of times I stood there in the dark, watching him I’m surprised he hadn’t noticed me earlier. Some of the things I’d watched him do to other women… it made my cheeks flush just thinking about it.
All I’d wanted was for him to notice me and now he has, but for all the wrong reasons. I can just imagine if the roles were reversed and he’d been at my window every night for the last six months, watching me get fucked senseless by some a multitude of men. I’d be calling the police.
I groan. Could this get any worse?
All I want to do is go to sleep and forget this ever happened. I turn the lights off, strip off my clothes, and then climb into bed. Pulling the sheets up to my neck, I let out a deep sigh. Every time I close my eyes I see him staring at me. There is no way I can ever leave the house after tonight, because facing him is not an option. But even as I say it, I know deep down that I need to see him again.
All I can think about is her lips sliding over his cock, wishing they were mine. I groan, realizing how turned on I am again. Sliding my fingers down over my stomach, I rest them between my legs.
My mind wanders as I tease my entrance. The look in his eyes when he realized I was there watching him… at first he was shocked, and then amused. I let out a whimper as my fingers circle my clit and imagine that it’s his hand down there. I feel the sheets creep off my body but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. Under the soft glow of the moonlight through the open drapes, I touch myself. My finger slides inside me, faster and with more urgency as the orgasm builds inside me. Just as I’m about to come, I hear it. The soft tapping on the window.
“Shit,” I scream, nearly rolling off the bed.
I stumble to my feet, my heart racing, taking the sheet with me. Is it a home invasion? Am I being robbed? All the worst scenarios are racing through my head. Then I see him, smirking and waving at me through the glass. He motions for me to lift the window up. My hands shake as I walk over. I adjust my grip on the sheet, the thin, white material doing little to cover my body. I yank the window up and glare at him. I’m so angry. How could he scare the living daylights out of me like that? Who does that?
Oh wait. I do.
“What are you doing?” I gasp, my eyes wide. Adrenaline surges through me, and my hands shake so hard that I’m at risk of dropping the only thing covering me. Not that it matters. He would’ve seen everything. I cringe. How long has he been standing there?
“What? It was okay for you to invade my privacy, but I can’t do the same to you?” He smirks. “Though I must admit, I didn’t expect you to be going to town on yourself like that. I was pretty sure you already did that outside my window.”
“I wasn’t…” My voice trails off because I have no defense.
“Oh?” He replies, his dark eyes gleaming. “Sorry, I must have you confused with the other person that’s been creeping outside my window for the last six months.”
“You knew,” I gasp. My face heats. “The whole time, you knew I was there?”
“Of course I did. What am I, stupid?” He scoffs. I stare at him, wide eyed. He is so far from the soft-spoken, gentleman that I’ve seen on the news serval times. But then, I already knew what kind of guy he was, didn’t I?
“Then why didn’t you say something?” I growl. I shake my head. This can’t be happening.
“Because you seemed to be getting your rocks off and I didn’t want to spoil your fun,” he says with a shrug. “And I have to admit, knowing you were there, watching me was kind of turning me on. Why do you think I kept to such a routine? I mean, the same time every night? Even I’m not that anal.”
“Great choice of words,” I mutter, wishing the floor would swallow me up. Here I was thinking I was getting away with it. I am so embarrassed. I think back to everything I’ve done to myself outside his window, thinking that he couldn’t see me, and I want to die.
But, as embarrassed as I am, I’m more annoyed that he let me do that without saying anything. ”You should’ve said something,” I say, scowling at him.
“Like what? Come on in and join us?” He waves his arm.
“Fine. So, what are you doing here? Giving me a taste of my own medicine? Fine. Ha-ha. I get it. Now leave me alone— “
“There’s only one thing I want to give you a taste of, Charlie,” he chuckles. “Now, are you going to let me in or not?”
My eyes widen. What is that supposed to mean? I swallow the lump in my throat, and then step back, letting him climb through the window.
“You could’ve let me in the front door, you know,” he grumbles, brushing himself off.
“And rob you of the thrill of climbing through my window?” I retort with a sweet smile.
“Fine,” he says. “Let’s work this out, then.”
“Work what out?” I asked confused.
He looks at me like strangely. “How you�
�re going to repay me?” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The way I see it, you’ve been watching me for… He cocks his head and thinks about it for a second. “Three hundred and sixty four hours. So, it’s only fair that I get three hundred and sixty-four hours to do what I like with you, right?”
“What?” I whisper. I feel the blood rushed from my face. He can’t be serious.
“That’s fair, isn’t? I mean, surely some kind of repayment is owed. And don’t try and tell me that you didn’t imagine that it was you in there with me.” He takes a step forward. “Because I think you thought about my cock fucking your wet pussy a lot, Charlie.” My heart races as he touches my wrist, his fingers trailing up my bare arm until he reaches my neck. He strokes it softly, his eyes commanding my attention.
“But what about work?” I whisper. Like that is my only reservation to him having me for the next two weeks. I shiver, just the thought of him fucking me sends my body into a frenzy.