While My Boyfriend Watches

by Lexi Arabella

  Brandon looked like he’d just been slapped. Without another word, he retreated to his chair. I was surprised that he’d given up so easily. He looked worried, but still, I had expected my boyfriend to try harder to stop his dad’s hands-on investigation.

  I couldn’t believe any of this was happening. I was in bed next to my boyfriend’s dad as he slowly pushed my dress up, and all my boyfriend did was watch helplessly. Still, I tried to calm my racing heart, telling myself that Mr. North was only calling my bluff. He wasn’t really going to pull my dress all the way up. He was just trying to scare me into confessing.

  “Mr. North,” I whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

  He didn’t seem to be listening at all to my weak apologies. He continued his slow, torturous uncovering, his eyes fixed on my lap as he revealed inch after inch of smooth, creamy skin.

  “I’ll tell you everything that happened.” My voice was barely audible, but it didn’t matter. I watched defenselessly as Mr. North brought my dress all the way up to my hips, revealing my perfectly smooth, completely bare pussy.

  “That isn’t necessary now, is it?” He tore his gaze from my lap, looking into my eyes. “Because the evidence that you’re a lying whore is visible right between your thighs.”

  His words stung. “Mr. North, I’m not a whore.” I fought back tears as I struggled to maintain what little dignity I had left. “A liar, yes, and I am so sorry for that. But I’m not a whore and you can’t talk to me like that.”

  “I can’t talk to you like that?” He threw his head back and laughed a cruel, deep laugh.

  I couldn’t believe he was laughing at a time like this. My dress was still pushed all the way up with my pussy in plain view. Anger bubbled up inside of me. “I know I was wrong for lying and sneaking around. But that doesn’t mean you can call me names.”

  Mr. North’s expression changed, all amusement gone from his eyes in a flash. “Listen here, Emily, and listen well.” His voice was deathly low, sending a shiver down my spine. “I can call you whatever I want. I can say whatever I want. I can do whatever I want. You may be eighteen, but I am the adult. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

  I would never again make the mistake of telling him what he could or couldn’t do. “Yes,” I muttered.

  “You can’t say that a little more respectfully, Emily?” There was an unspoken threat in his voice.

  “Yes, sir,” I said miserably, hoping that would satisfy him.

  He nodded. “That’s much better. You’re a lying whore with manners, at least.”

  I was afraid to speak up for myself, but if I was going to get in trouble, I at least wanted to only be punished for things I’d actually done. When he told my parents, they would be angry regardless, but I hoped their reaction would be less severe if they knew I hadn’t gone all the way with Brandon. “Mr. North, I just want to point out- respectfully- that I’m not a whore. I’m a virgin.”

  He laughed harshly, shaking his head. “You really have no shame. You’ll lie about anything, won’t you?”

  I understood why he didn’t believe me. After all, the evidence wasn’t really in my favor. I was at his house without permission and had lied to him about what Brandon and I were up to. Plus, I wasn’t wearing any panties. Why would he believe that I had been naked with his son without having sex?

  But I had to try. “I totally understand why you don’t trust me, sir. Being here without permission was a mistake. Lying to you was an even bigger mistake. I’m so sorry for both of those things. But before you tell my parents and your wife, I want you to have a clear picture of exactly what we’ve done wrong and what we haven’t. I’m willing to tell you anything you want to know.”

  “Isn’t that something?” The corner of his mouth lifted into a half-smile that made me guiltily think about how good-looking he was. “It took exposing your pussy to get you ready to tell the truth. Or at least what you say is the truth. Well, let’s hear it. You’ve got my full attention.”

  Taking a deep breath, I gathered my thoughts. It would be embarrassing to give my boyfriend’s dad details of my sex life, but nothing could be more embarrassing than what had already happened to me today. I gathered the hem of my dress, tugging it back down to cover myself, and began speaking.

  “Today, nothing really happened. I took my clothes off, but that’s it. You got here before anything could happen and I got dressed in a hurry. That’s why I forgot to put my panties back on.” I stared down at my hands in my lap as I spoke. There was no way I could look Mr. North in the eye right now. “But things have happened other days. We’ve definitely gone farther than we should have.”

  “Brandon, you know the rules,” Mr. North addressed his son for the first time in a while. “As long as you live under my roof, you are not to be sexually active. When you pay your own bills and can buy your own food, you can do whatever you like. Until then, you follow my word or face the consequences.”

  “I understand,” Brandon said, his voice small. “But we really are virgins. We’ve fooled around, but we’ve never had sex.”

  Mr. North turned back to me. “Why should I believe you’re still a virgin?”

  He wasn’t asking with scorn. It seemed like a sincere question, like he really wanted me to explain and he would consider my response. A flicker of hope sparked within me. “My best friend got pregnant even though she used protection. Her parents didn’t speak to her for weeks when they found out. It ruined everything for her. I won’t lie and say I don’t want to have sex. But I’m being completely honest when I tell you I’ve never done it. I’m too afraid of what could happen.”

  Mr. North didn’t say anything, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up at him to gauge his reaction. As I kept my eyes on the floor, a long silence stretched through the room. I knew my prospects were grim. No matter what, my life would change for the worse after my mom and dad found out. All I could do was hope Mr. North believed me so I could at least minimize my parents’ anger.

  Finally, he spoke. “So what you’re telling me is that if I were to fuck you right now, I would be the first man inside your pussy?”

  I jerked my head up in surprise. At the same time, I heard Brandon gasp, but my attention wasn’t on my boyfriend.

  What kind of perverted question was that? Actually, it wasn’t a question at all. It was clearly a threat. Was Mr. North just trying to fuck with my head? If so, he’d definitely succeeded.

  “Mr. North…”

  “Answer the question, Emily,” he commanded curtly.

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, sir.” I swallowed hard. “Hypothetically, you would be.”

  “Mmm.” He put his hand on my knee, starting to move my dress back up. “Wouldn’t that be a nice little pick-me-up after a long day at work? Hypothetically, of course. A tight virgin pussy to reward my hard work.”

  “Mr. North, you ca-”

  He cut his eyes at me and the words fell away as I remembered his warning about telling him what he can and can’t do. His calloused palm continued to move up my bare thigh until he reached the top. A funny feeling burned low in my belly as he made contact with my private flesh.

  I held my breath as he rubbed his hand over my lower lips, rubbing the smooth folds, before placing two fingertips against my entrance and making his way into me. His fingers were thick as they invaded my sensitive pussy, stretching me open.

  “You’re so fucking tight.” Lust was etched into Mr. North’s features as he pumped his fingers into me. “And so fucking wet.”

  My cheeks burned. I hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, but I had felt myself growing wetter over the past few minutes. It didn’t mean I was turned on or anything. It was just one of those weird reactions you couldn’t control.

  “Maybe we should stop talking hypothetically and I should fuck you for real. That way I can see for myself if you’re really a virgin or not. What do you think, Emily?”

  He was stroking my pussy
faster now, pistoning my hole and rubbing me in a way that I couldn’t deny felt good, no matter how much I didn’t want it to. At this point, I knew Mr. North wasn’t playing mind games with me or issuing idle threats. His fingers between my thighs were rough proof that he was willing to cross the line with me. He wasn’t just thinking of fucking me. He was going to.

  And I knew he wasn’t planning to fuck me to find out if I was really a virgin. I could tell he believed me about that. No, he wasn’t going to do it to test my virginity. My boyfriend’s dad was going to fuck me because he could, plain and simple. He held all the power.

  “I asked you a question, Emily.” His voice was cold and low. “Have you lost the ability to speak? That’s fine. We can do something that doesn’t require you to talk. If I were to shove my cock down your throat, would I be the first man in your mouth?”

  Oh god. He was going to make me suck his cock, too? Slowly, I shook my head no. He wouldn’t be the first. I’d started giving Brandon blowjobs after he cheated on me with Anna Blakely.

  “So you have experience.” Mr. North pulled his fingers out of me. To my shame, my pussy ached for his lost presence. “Well, get on your knees and show me what you’ve learned.”

  I stood from the bed on shaky legs. As I rose, I looked over at Brandon. He sat frozen in his chair, looking petrified and sick. Maybe he was too scared to say anything. Maybe he really was paralyzed with shock. But still, I couldn’t believe that he was sitting back and letting me take the fall for what we’d done. What’s more, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t stopping his dad. Of course, Brandon would easily lose a fight against Mr. North. He’d probably get knocked out cold in two seconds flat, in fact. But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have tried.

  Turning my back to Brandon, I faced Mr. North and sank to the carpet, kneeling between his muscular thighs. I moved with trembling hands, unbuckling his black leather belt before undoing the button of his slacks. Why was I on my knees in front of my boyfriend’s dad, pulling down his zipper as I prepared to suck his cock? Why didn’t I just say no and face the consequences?

  Well, I knew the consequences of Mr. North telling my parents would be devastating. It would dramatically alter my future, possibly changing everything I’d planned out for my life. But even more than that, it seemed like I couldn’t say no to Mr. North. I instinctively knew that he was the kind of man who would take what he wanted no matter what, but he’d be even harsher in the face of resistance.

  Mr. North stood, pulling down his slacks along with his boxer briefs. When his cock leapt free, my mouth dropped open. It was huge. I’d seen men that big in porn before, but not many, and even then I’d thought it was just a trick of the camera angle. I hadn’t known that it was possible in real life, but Mr. North’s massive erection was hard proof of just how wrong I was.

  He wanted me to put that in my mouth? And later, in my pussy? There was no way it would fit.

  “What are you waiting for?” Mr. North’s question snapped me out of my wide-eyed daze. “Suck.”

  Reaching out for him, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock. I stacked my other hand on top, encircling his girth. Even with both hands on him, there was still plenty of cock left uncovered. Leaning forward, I brought my face closer to him.

  I flicked my tongue out, licking up the pre-cum that glistened at the tip of him. Slowly, I swirled my tongue around the head before moving to lick the sides of his cock like an ice cream cone. When he was covered in a thin sheen of my saliva, I moved back to the tip of him, wrapping my lips around the meaty head and slowly taking him into my mouth.

  It was impossible to fit all of him into me. He threaded his fingers through my hair, letting out a low groan as I surrounded him with the warm heat of my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down, I moved my mouth over the smooth skin that covered Mr. North’s rigid hardness, feeling him grow even harder as I sucked him.

  After a few minutes, he tightened his hold on my hair, gripping it tight. “There’s no need to be shy, Emily. It’s not like you haven’t sucked a cock before. Now move your fucking hands.”

  And with that he started using my hair as a rein, roughly guiding me up and down his steel length as he thrust forcefully into my mouth. I did as he told me, removing my hands and holding onto his muscular thighs instead. Mr. North took advantage of the freed space, pulling my mouth down onto his cock beyond what I could handle, slamming into my throat as he forced himself to fit.

  I had sucked cock before, but never like this. It wasn’t even like I was sucking him off right now. It was more like he was fucking my face. My eyes watered as the head of him blocked my airway, gagging me. I dug my nails into Mr. North’s hard thighs, but he didn’t slow down.

  In fact, it seemed to spur him on, his movements growing faster and wilder. A trickle of wetness spilled from my pussy and slowly ran down my thigh. I was turned on by Mr. North’s harsh, humiliating punishment. There was no way to deny it, even though I wanted to.

  My body was responding to his animalistic treatment like it wanted to be used and abused by him, even though my mind knew it was unbelievably wrong to be on my knees, sucking his cock while Brandon watched, powerless to stop what was happening.

  “Oh fuck.” Mr. North let out a low, guttural moan, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he clutched my hair harder. His body tensed and he pulled my head down hard, his cock snaking down my throat as he thrust into me, groaning loudly. A gush of hot, salty liquid hit my throat.

  He was coming in my mouth! I’d never swallowed with Brandon, always pulling off when he told me he was about to come and letting him finish on a napkin. But Mr. North hadn’t given me any warning of what was coming, and the way he held onto me now left no room for me to wiggle away. Stream after stream of his cum filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it as it came, but it was hard to do with his thickness still shoved down my throat.

  When he pulled out, I quickly swallowed the sticky mouthful and gasped for air. Despite what had just happened, I was relieved. Mr. North came in my mouth, which meant his talk about fucking me was just that. Talk. After the way he’d fucked my face, I knew I couldn’t handle having his massive cock in my pussy. He would destroy me. I still couldn’t believe what he’d made me do, but given the other possible outcomes, going down on Mr. North was a lot better than losing my virginity to my boyfriend’s dad.

  Mr. North had gotten what he wanted from me. Now it was time for me to make a quick exit, leaving the North house in the ultimate walk of shame. My boyfriend had just seen me suck off his dad. I didn’t know how Brandon and I would ever get past this, but I knew right now wasn’t the time to talk about it.

  I stood, avoiding the eyes of the man who’d just been inside my mouth. Turning, I reluctantly faced Brandon. He still had the frozen expression on his face, like he was in a terrified daze. Hot shame poured through me, but I tried to fight back the guilt. Brandon knew as well as I did that what I’d just done hadn’t been my choice. In fact, if he hadn’t insisted on continuing to lie to his dad, things would have unfolded completely differently.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. North’s low voice sent a sharp shiver down my spine.

  “Um, home,” I said, still looking at Brandon instead of him. Remembering his demand for respect, I hastily added, “Sir.”

  “Aren’t you forgetting something, Emily?”

  Realizing he must be referring to my panties, I turned around to retrieve them. But when I looked down, I immediately forgot about the panties. My full attention was drawn to Mr. North’s lap, where his thick cock was just as hard and long as it had been earlier. His erection hadn’t subsided at all, even though he’d just poured ounce after ounce of cum down my throat.

  I slowly backed away, shaking my head. “Mr. North, you can’t-”

  He stood, towering over me as he fixed me with a bone-chilling glare. “What did I say about telling me what I can and can’t do, Emily?”

  “I-I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered, watchin
g as he began undoing the buttons that ran along the center of his long-sleeved shirt. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do. I’m sorry.”

  Mr. North pulled off his shirt, now standing before me completely naked. My eyes couldn’t keep from traveling over his body, sweeping over his muscular arms, toned stomach, and strong thighs. He looked like the definition of raw masculinity and sheer power.

  He stepped to me, pulling me to him. I pressed my palms against his hard chest, trembling under the embrace of his strong arms. But it wasn’t a sweet hug. Not in the least. His hard cock pressed against me, separated from my bare skin only by thin cotton fabric.

  Mr. North palmed my ass in his large hands, first through my dress and then slipping underneath and journeying upward. When his fingers found the clasp of my bra, he unhooked it and slipped the straps from the armholes of my dress, taking it off. He reached beneath my dress again, his hands cupping the firm flesh of my ass cheeks.

  One hand moved closer to my center, making me hold my breath in nervous anticipation as he teased my entrance with two fingertips. “You’re even wetter than you were before, Emily.”

  Despite the circumstances, a wave of instinctive female appreciation for his touch ran through me, heat swirling in my center as my pussy tingled. He was the physical embodiment of what it meant to be a man, and I couldn’t do anything to stop my body’s powerful response to that.

  I expected him to slip his fingers inside me like he had before, roughly stroking my walls. But instead, his hands gripped my ass and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me across the room, depositing me on Brandon’s bed.

  Brandon.

  I turned my head to the side to look at my boyfriend, wondering if he’d have the last-minute courage to stand up to his dad and willingly face the consequences, but Mr. North climbed over me in bed, stealing my attention. Yanking the top of my dress down, he exposed my breasts. He stared at them with a predatory look on his face before leaning down to capture one of my stiff pink nipples in his hot, hungry mouth.