“You want to record me fucking you?” He pulled back and looked at Camille.
I nodded seductively pulling him back toward me. “I’m a very sexual person in nature, Robert. I think you know that. I think about sex all the time. I don’t expect a commitment from you.” I kissed the side of his neck and pulled his tie loose. “I know you are married and I respect that.” I pulled his tie loose and slid it off his neck, intertwining it around my wrist. “I want something I can watch over and over again.”
His eyes soaked in everything I did. “Your own personal porn?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
“You’re awfully trusting. You have no idea the kind of lover I am.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.”
His hands fed up over my shoulders, around the back of my neck and into my hair. His fingers clenched together with handfuls of hair intertwined in them and he pulled my head back making me wince with desire. I began breathing harder as his mouth was on my chest, his teeth biting at my nipples through the thin bikini. It causedsharp shards of electricity to pierce through me with every bite. He pulled my head back until I fell backward on the bed and he loomed over me, his fingers working at the buttons on his shirt.
“So, I take it that’s a yes?” I said breathlessly.
“I am going to do things to you that will ruin you for any other man in your life.”
My body shivered with excitement as he pulled the shirt off his shoulders revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down before dropping down on me. He hovered over me, his lips devouring mine. I tried touching him,but he quickly grabbed my wrists and slammed them back to the bed pinning them down as he continued to seduce me.
My muscles quaked uncontrollably as his mouth ate me up, sliding from my mouth down my chin to my neck and continuing down my body from there. I grabbed the blanket underneath my head as he pulled my panties from my hips and slid them down my legs, his mouth leaving kisses all the way down. He dropped them to the floor and looked up at me with the devil in his eyes. I couldn’t stop shaking as his hands slid up my legs and he crawled back up to me. He stopped, his face over my stomach and he thrust my legs apart and dove down between my legs, his tongue skating around the outside of my pussy.
I gasped and threw my head back, pushing my fingers into his hair. It was the most incredible feeling I had ever felt,but it stopped quickly. He climbed over top of me, sitting to the side and taking his tie off the bed.
“Give me your hands, Olivia.”
I did tell him he could do anything he wanted to me. Could I actually go through with it? My chin trembled in anticipation at what that might be. I saw Camille standing off to the side, the phone recording everything we did. Her hand was rubbing her breast,and her legs were apart as she walked closer to the side of the bed.
I swallowed my fear down and held my hands out toward him. He smiled and wrapped his tie around my wrists in a tight figure eight. He crawled to the headboard and pulled my arms over my head. He tied me to the headboard and moved back down to my side, his hands caressing my body at will. He pushed my breasts together then unclasped the bikini from behind, pulling it off my chest. Besides my thigh highs and shoes, I was completely naked and vulnerable to him.
When his fingers caressed my pubic hair, my breath caught. I knew what was next. He slid them down and teased me, moving them around my pussy lips and circling my clit until I was panting and moving my hips up and down. I wanted to tell him to fuck me, but I was afraid it would all end too quickly. I took a big breath to try and calm myself,but he wasn’t having it. He moved down and licked me, his tongue delving all around my clit. He pushed his tongue inside me while his thumb kept my clit stimulated. I felt an orgasm build quickly, my head getting dizzy from breathing so hard and heavy. He backed off and caressed my inner thighs with his hands, looking over at Camille. She was still by the bed, but her dress was on the floor,and she was fingering herself inside her panties while she videoed our sex acts. I have never felt more erotic and slutty,and I loved it. I pulled at the restraints wanting more of him,but he kept his distance until my orgasm slowly dissipated.
I worked on controlling my breathing, closing my eyes and concentrating on the massage he was giving me. I could feel my heart beat between my legs and a tingle in my nipples. When I felt his mouth on my stomach, my eyes flew open. He slipped his finger inside me and stroked me slowly. Camille sat on the side of the bed, her hand still playing in her panties. She had set the phone down on the table beside the bed, propping it up to continue the footage.
Robert stretched toward her and kissed her hard, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Her body responded, leaning toward him.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
I watched as he slipped his hand into her panties and stroked her. She moved like a wave in the ocean, her hands gripping her chest and pulling on her nipples. She put her hand behind her and lifted her butt off the mattress as he stroked her. Her hips grinded against his hand and he slowed his actions down until she started panting heavily. Her pants turned to grunts,and she stared at him with a dead stare, her body shaking to orgasm. She groaned and threw her head back until she collapsed onto the bed.
“Holy shit that was good,” she said, her chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths. “I owe you one.”
She turned to her side and watched as he turned his attention back to me. My mouth was gaping open,and I realized I was staring.
“Now,” he said. “Where were we?”
He pulled my hips up and turned my body around until I was lying on my stomach with my arms stretched out over my head. He hoisted my hips up in the air putting me on my knees with my butt in the air. He lifted my chest up off the mattress and placed the pillow under my head before lowering me back down. I wasn’t sure what he was planning until I heard the smack and felt pain sear through my right butt cheek. I wanted to yell at him at first, but I forced an open mind as he slapped me again in the same spot. The pain seared through me again but this time he rubbed it with his hand, his fingers grazing over my pussy. When his hand came down on my cheek again the pain mixed with the arousal I was still feeling and when he caressed me it stimulated me. I gasped and pushed my butt back toward him.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
“Yes,” I choked out. “Please.”
“You want me to spank you again, Olivia?”
I nodded, closing my eyes in anticipation. He rubbed the spot and slapped me again causing pain to push against my pussy walls. My arousal wrapped around every part of me and my body trembled for more. He slid his fingers inside me and fucked me with them as he slapped my cheek again. I thought I was going to cum the very next time he slapped me, but he knew how to play me.
I felt his hands on each side of my hips and his cock pressed against my bottom. When he was able to remove his pants was a mystery to me, but I knew it was time.
“I’ve been looking forward to this moment for a very long time,” he growled.
I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy lips and open me up,and I grabbed the restraints that bound me. He pushed in, moving back and forth allowing just his head to pierce me. He gripped my hips tight,and I heard him take a big breath. He grunted and drove his cock into me until his stomach was against my butt. He stopped as pain pushed through me mixing deliciously with the pleasure he had created within me. I let out the air in my lungs and winced, pushing into him and rocking back and forth. He felt so good inside me. I never wanted it to end.
He gripped my hips and fucked me slowly at first then increased his speed. My libido was bubbling over,and my orgasm was threatening to explode as he moved faster. Camille caressed my breasts with her fingers as she held the phone overhead capturing every incredible moment.
I was panting so hard I felt dizzy again,so I tried taking slower breaths, but my orgasm grabbed hold of me and squeezed every muscle of m
y body. I couldn’t yell, I couldn’t groan, I couldn’t utter a word. I stiffened, my body rocking uncontrollably until he had thrust into me and came, filling me with everything he had.
He collapsed on the side of me and caressed my body as we calmed ourselves. Camille untied me and clicked the phone off.
“I bet we have some very nice footage of that.”
“Mmmm,” I cooed. “I can hardly wait to review it.”
Robert kissed me as he wrapped his arms around me. “For your eyes only,” he commanded.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Camille cuddled me from the other side,and I listened as their breathing patterned into a deep sleep.
I slowly crawled out from between them and gathered my things, taking my phone and checking for good video. As it played back quietly my mind was everywhere. Did that just happen? Did I just lose my virginity to my ex-best friend’s father? Oh, what I wouldn’t do to see precious Susan’s face when she found out her perfect daddy cheated on her perfect mommy, crushing her entire perfect world.
Chapter 6
Monday morning came,and my body still reminded me of the events from the weekend. I couldn’t stop thinking about it,and I had watched the video at least a dozen times since then. I didn’t know someone could orgasm that many times in a weekend and I began to think something was wrong with me, but I smiled and hit the play button again. I turned up the sound as I got into the shower and got ready for work, wondering how Robert was going to react to me.
My fingers slid between my legs,and I masturbated to the sounds of Robert fucking me. I pulled the shower head from its holder and strengthened the force of the water. I moved the head to my pussy and allowed the water to hit it just right until I came hard.
Walking into the office, I held my head a little higher. I walked with a confidence I didn’t think I had before. I settled into my chair, feeling the contours of the shape and I wiggled my ass back and forth. I barely turned my computer on when my phone buzzed.
“Good morning,” I said, holding Robert’s button down.
“Morning, Miss Jenkins.”
“Back to formality, I see,” I teased.
“We are in the office, Miss Jenkins. There is a time and a place.”
“Yes, sir.”
I couldn’t help but feel the sexual tension begin to build again, regardless of how formal or professional he was trying to be.
“When you get a moment, please come into my office.”
I smoothed out my blouse and picked up the morning files on my desk. He wants to jump right back into work; I can be professional too, I thought. I walked to his office and went inside.
“Shut the door,” he said, not looking up from his computer.
He didn’t look pleased. I set the files on the edge of his desk and sat across from him.
“Don’t sit,” he commanded. “Come here.”
I felt a twinge of something deep in my stomach, wondering if it was fear or arousal. I walked to his side and waited for his next command.
“Do you mind telling me what the fuck this is?”
He held his hand out toward his computer screen and I saw the familiar video of our special night together playing on his screen. Arousal struck me as I watched it play out. I had forgotten that I told Camille to email it to him as soon as she had gotten it.
I touched his shoulder with my fingertip and ran it down his arm, but he pulled back and grabbed my arms pulling me to him. I gasped feeling a warmth surround my pussy.
“This is not a joke, Olivia.”
“No, it’s not.” My lips parted,and I felt the heat from his breath.
“You had better explain and fast.”
“Well, I will admit I had ulterior motives in mind when I asked Camille to video our little sex act, but things have changed since then.”
“I don’t understand,” he huffed, holding my arms tighter.
“I wanted revenge.”
“Revenge? On me? For what? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”
“Not on you, Robert. On your daughter.”
“My daughter? I don’t understand.”
“She was my best friend. I thought she was so perfect, her family, her life, her looks and our relationship, until I caught her with my boyfriend. I wanted to ruin her perfect life, and how better to do so than to send a video of her cheating father to his wife?”
“You are…!”
“Hold on. I’m not going to send it. I have changed my mind.”
“Why would you do this, Olivia?”
“It was nothing against you. You just got caught in the line of fire, but lucky for you, I have changed my mind.”
“So, now what?”
I leaned in and kissed his gaping mouth and slid my tongue along his bottom lip.
“You were so fucking good Saturday night. I don’t want it to end. I want to be your sexual play toy.”
“Are you serious?”
“If you don’t turn me away and you allow me the pleasure,” I cupped his balls and caressed him through his pants “of your company, I won’t release the video to anyone.”
“You are one sick woman.”
“No, obsessed maybe, but not sick.” I straddled his legs and sat down dangling my arms over his shoulders. “You can’t tell me you wouldn’t want someone who is willing to do whatever you want her to do whenever you want it.” I kissed him again, and he finally responded forcing his tongue into my mouth. He grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me into him, his cock pushing up into me. When he released me, I smiled. “I take that as a yes?”
“Do I have any other choice?”
“You do, but I think you want to keep your marriage. As long as I’m happy, your marriage will be too. It’s the ultimate revenge, don’t you think?”
His cynical laugh melted my heart as he pulled my panties over from underneath my skirt and fingered me at his desk. A knock on the door was ignored,and for the entire morning, our private meeting climaxed to great heights.
Story 6
“Damn it.” I cursed under my breath, frantically digging through my duffle bag. The contents of my purse were already strewn across the welcome mat. I took a deep breath, tried to remain calm. I was sure I’d grabbed the keys to my parents house when I’d left my dorm this morning, but they were no where to be found. I’d driven four and a half hours home from my first semester of college to surprise my parents for Columbus Day weekend. I’d turned eighteen a few weeks before and I figured that I’d get some quality time with my parents and, as an added bonus, a nice dinner out to celebrate my official adulthood.
Now, I was banging on the front door, tears welling in my eyes. I pulled my long, blonde hair up into a ponytail and gazed into the foyer. My mom is always home on Saturday afternoons, but the garage was closed and locked and I didn’t see her keys or handbag on the table in the entryway, where she always keeps them. I tried to turn on my phone to call her or my dad, but it had died hours before (I probably left my car charger back in my dorm room with my keys.) I tried a few of the windows to see if they’re open, maybe I let myself in by climbing through one. They were all locked and I couldn’t think of another way in. I sat on the stoop, defeated.
I could have driven back but 500 miles is an awful lot with no cell phone. Plus, my parents could be have been home any minute and I did want to see them. I heard some noise coming from the neighbor’s back yard— the house next door had been for sale all summer after the Johnsons, our best family friends, had moved to Florida for Mr. Johnson’s job. I noticed that the sign in the front listing the home as available had been taken down, so I shoved my wallet and lip glosses back into my handbag, hoisted up my weekend duffle bag over my shoulder and walked down the driveway to my new neighbor’s backyard.
As I approached I could smell barbecue and I felt my stomach grumble— I had forgotten to stop for lunch on my way in to town, hopefully my new neighbor would be able to help me call my parents and find out when they’d
be home. Then I could grab some lunch. I pulled open the side gate and saw three men in the back yard. A tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair stood over the grill while two other men— one with blond hair and brown eyes, a Robert Redford type, and the other a thin, black haired man who wore square framed glasses and had a nice smile; sparkling white teeth— sat at a picnic table, drinking beer and snacking on chips and salsa. I found myself staring at the grill master. He noticed me first.
“Hello… Can we help you?” I found myself a little out of breath, suddenly nervous in his presence. He walked closer until he stood only about ten feet from me.
“Oh, I… I’m sorry to have broken in, or well, let myself in the gate.” The man didn’t look amused or annoyed— his expression was blank. I stepped further into the backyard, closer to him. “I’m Jen, I live— well I live at school— but my parents live next door and I came home to surprise them and they seem to be gone for the morning, and I didn’t know what to do so… Can I charge my phone?” All three men looked me up and down. The tallest one, who had been by the grill, smiled— I noticed he had bright blue eyes offset by some wrinkles, he seemed to be in his early thirties, he was very good looking and had an aura of confidence about him that made him seem established.
“Your parents are our of town for the weekend, they’re meeting their old neighbors at a bed and breakfast a few hours away for the long weekend— did they forget to tell you?”
“Oh. I guess they didn’t think there was any reason to.” I turned to go, nervous about the long drive back— I’d only gotten my license a few months ago and nine total hours of driving was a lot for one day.
“Wait, charge your phone here and give them a call to let them know where you are. Stay, have some lunch with us. I’m Ben, I moved in about six weeks ago, your parents have been a huge help and it’s the least I can do.” I smiled up at him and felt my nipples perk up and harden a little. I blushed.
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