by JB Duvane
But when I thought about what happened last night with Sir, I felt incredible. Like I was finally where I was supposed to be. And I would never tell Sir this, but it felt like I was with Jessica’s dad—the way I always imagined he would be, anyway. I couldn’t believe how much he smelled like Jessica’s dad, too. I figured it had to be because they were both wealthy men. That was just the way rich men smelled.
While I was masturbating for him—after he bent down so close that his masculine scent practically invaded me—I fell into one of my favorite fantasies. A memory of something I saw that happened between Jessica’s parents that has probably made me hornier than any thought I’ve ever had my whole life. It was something I’d spent hours thinking about, and masturbating to, especially during the long days and nights in the hospital.
We were all on a vacation. Jessica’s parents had a beach house about two hours away and they invited me and my parents there for a week one summer. Our parents didn’t spend a lot of time together, but this one summer we somehow convinced them to take a two week vacation together—all six of us. The house wasn’t super fancy, but it was still something that my parents would never have been able to afford on their own.
It was a two level house that had a lot of windows and a wrap around porch on both stories. From inside the house, the ocean was visible from at least one window of every room. We each had our own bedrooms—even Jessica and I—although we spent the majority of every day together. But at night I slept alone in my own room, watching the shadows that the wind-bent trees made through the windows and listening to the waves crash.
Every room on the second floor—most of them bedrooms—had a large french door that led out onto the upper balcony, and after the sun had gone down and it seemed like everyone was asleep, I went out there to check out the full moon. It lit up the whole sky and a huge, rippling patch of the ocean, reflecting off the waves and lighting up the sandy beach.
While I was out there, I heard some noises coming from one of the rooms that faced the back of the house. I wasn’t sure whose room it was, but I had an idea. I moved silently across the wooden balcony and peered around the corner of the french doors that looked into the room where the noises were coming from. What I saw took my breath away.
Jessica’s parents were half naked, her mother with her skirt pulled up around her waist and no panties on, and her father wearing a white shirt that was unbuttoned and some black slacks. She was bent over the end of the bed with her ass in the air and he was standing behind her, with his massive cock in his hand. I’d seen it in that picture a while back, but looking at it now—with everything around to give it proper perspective—it looked gargantuan. I just stared at it while his hand moved up and down the shaft, his eyes on his wife’s ass.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and he pulled on it, causing her to bend backward and cry out. While still holding his cock in his hand, he let go of her hair and pushed her forward on the bed so that her head was down, but her ass was even higher in the air. Then he brought his right hand down on her ass. Hard.
His cock was sticking out in front of him, and I could have sworn that when he spanked her it got even harder. When she cried out, he grabbed her hair again and spoke directly in her ear. His voice was low, but I could hear what he said. He said ‘Shut up or they’ll all hear you,’ then he asked her if that’s what she wanted—if she wanted everyone to know what a filthy slut she was. She said no with a soft cry in her voice and he continued to spank her.
I stood there and watched as he gave her ten hard smacks on her ass—I know because I counted each one. Then he reached down and felt her pussy. He told her that she was incredibly wet. He said ‘You are a filthy slut, aren’t you?’ Then he pushed her ass forward so that it was spread apart in front of him and he buried his face in between her red ass cheeks. She squirmed around like crazy, gripping the bedspread and moaning.
Then he spoke out loud to her. “Show me. Show me how much you want to come for me.”
Jessica’s mom reached her hand underneath her stomach and when her ass started gyrating slowly I knew she was playing with her clit. He watched her while he gripped his cock again, sliding his hand up and down its massive length. Then, as her body started to convulse, he plunged the whole thing inside her with one hard thrust while she screamed into the down comforter.
I continued to watch as he gripped her hips and pounded into her, his face still glistening with her juices and his incredibly sculpted chest and stomach muscles flexing with each thrust. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his body and almost got caught watching them. They both cried out when they came, Jessica’s mom collapsing onto the bed. But her dad, after staggering back a couple steps, immediately walked over to the french doors and out onto the balcony.
As soon as I saw him head my way, I ran back around the corner and to my own room, but I was terrified that he’d either heard my footsteps or saw me as I was running away. But he never said a word to me, of course. And didn’t act any differently toward me for the rest of the vacation. He always acted pretty indifferent to me, anyway. I mean, he was always friendly, but never gave me any of the secret looks I’d always tried to will him to give me.
Sometimes I’d stare at him for entirely too long just to see if I could communicate with him somehow—if I could make him look directly at me by just using my mind. But it never worked. And because I rarely saw Jessica’s parents, I didn’t really have many opportunities to test it out. That vacation was one of the few times I actually got to see him for more than the few seconds I was coming or going to Jessica’s room in their regular home.
And if I thought I had a crush on him after seeing the pictures on her mother’s iPad, after that vacation I was done for. He was all I thought about for months. He was part of the reason that I … well, that I was in the hospital for so long.
I figured it really wasn’t so bad for me to close my eyes and pretend that it was really him I was with. I didn’t have to tell anyone. It was my own little secret.
I rolled over on my side and picked up the piece of paper that I’d put on the nightstand after Sir left the room last night. I opened it up and read it to myself for the third time since he put it in my hand.
Ashley,
I would like you to make yourself comfortable. Please feel free to take off the blindfold after I leave the room. There is a television and plenty of books in the room for your entertainment. If you would like anything, please write it down on a piece of paper and give it to me when I come in to see you. I will bring your meals to you at regular times throughout the day and evening, and when I do, I will knock on the door. You are to immediately put the blindfold on and let me know that you have done so by saying “I’m ready for you, Sir.”
I look forward to seeing you in the morning.
Sir
He didn’t say anything about how long I’d be here or what we’d be doing, although I already knew the answer to that second question. I was here for sex, that was obvious. But would I be some sort of sex slave that he kept alone and in the dark all day and night until he wanted to use me? I wasn’t in a dark room right now, so that probably wasn’t going to be the case. But even if it was, the idea didn’t bother me very much. The idea of giving myself to someone like that actually made my heart skip a beat. But it was a really happy skip.
I jumped when I heard a knock at the door and immediately found the blindfold and tied it around my head.
“I’m ready for you, Sir,” I called out. Within seconds I heard the lock on the door click and I felt a presence in the room. I was incredibly disappointed when, after something was set on the nightstand next to me and a piece of paper was slipped into my hand, I heard the door close and lock again.
I pulled the blindfold off and looked at the note. It told me to enjoy my breakfast and my day. That was it. Nothing more about when he’d be back or when he was going to let me feel his cock. And since I was still so caught up in my fantasy about Jessica’s dad, I couldn’t
help wondering how Sir’s cock would compare.
The Police (Drake)
“Prof. McDermott, do you have a moment?”
My secretary was standing in my office doorway, looking like she’d just committed some kind of deadly sin. Women always seemed to have that look on their faces when they interrupted me—like they were afraid they’d completely ruined my day—or I was about to ruin theirs. I found that especially true of the women who worked in the administrative floor at Westshire College and it always struck me as amusing the effect it had on my cock.
If a woman I was attracted to looked at me like that, I’d want to rip her clothes off and fuck her face until tears and saliva were ran streaks through her makeup. But this woman? She made my cock shrivel up like I’d just jumped into a pool of cold water—which was fine because I was here to work, not to fuck the help.
“Yes, Maggie, come in.” I had just gotten into the office and was still checking my email and voice mails. It was Friday and I didn’t have any classes, but I had a few things to take care of before I left for the weekend.
“Sir, I wanted to let you know that Ashley Neil’s boyfriend has reported her missing.”
“What?” I immediately looked up from my computer. “Did he call here?”
“No, apparently he called the RA of her dorm last night and they contacted us this morning. He said she’s been missing for at least twenty-four hours.”
I stared up at my secretary for a moment, not entirely sure what to say. I did not expect that little twit to notice that she was missing so soon, let alone report it. I guess I’d underestimated him.
“She’s the one you were concerned about, right, Prof. McDermott?”
“What?” I saw Maggie’s mouth moving, but the words that were coming out seemed to be blending in with the walls and furniture as my mind raced. I really had to get over to Ashley’s room. The cameras that I’d installed weren’t obvious at all, otherwise she would have noticed them by now. But if her absence was already reported, then the possibility of the police going to go over there was likely. There was no way I could leave them in place and risk anyone finding them. It was way too dangerous.
I had to get over there as soon as possible. Maggie was still yakking away while I tried to figure out how I was going to get over there without being seen, and her words seemed to drone on in the background. I was the Dean of Humanities at the college, so I could pretty much go wherever I wanted, but I didn’t particularly want to draw any unnecessary attention to myself in a student’s dorm. Particularly one I had held prisoner in my home.
“She’s the one you had on suicide watch for the first month at school, right? Isn’t she the one that came straight here from that private hospital?”
“Yes … yes, she is the one.”
“The one you made special arrangements for before she arrived—“
“Yes, Maggie, that’s the one,” I said with a bit too much irritation on my voice. That same looked passed over the woman’s face again, like she feared for her job, which wasn’t too far from the truth at the moment. “Has anyone else been alerted?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, the police, Maggie. Has anyone called the police?” I was starting to feel a little hot. I loosened my tie as I tried to focus on the words coming out of my secretary’s mouth even though each syllable was starting to sound like nails on a chalkboard. I needed to get out of there and over to Ashley’s dorm room immediately.
“Oh, well, our department hasn’t contacted the police, but it’s possible that the boy did. Would you like me to call them now? Or maybe have her boyfriend brought in to the office?”
“No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll contact them myself.” I got up and put my jacket on. “I’m going to be out of the office for the rest of the day, Maggie—“
“Oh, but you just got here. What about the meeting with Dr.—“
“Yes, I know, Maggie. But there are some issues on campus that require my immediate attention. And I’m sure I’ll need to talk to the police at some point. Please cancel all of my appointments, and if anyone calls, tell them I’m out until Monday, will you?”
“Of course, Sir. Should I call you if I hear anything about the girl?”
“No, that won’t be necessary,” I paused a moment, deciding to change my answer. “Only if something has happened … if the police try to contact me here.”
“Yes, Sir. Have a good weekend.”
I passed by my secretary without responding and headed to my car. The campus was fairly large and the dorms were on the other side, so I drove to Ashley’s building and parked my car. It was the middle of the day—not exactly the time I’d ever planned on going over there, considering how easy it would be for someone to see me. But I didn’t have much choice. I didn’t know if the police had already been in her room, and if they had, and found the surveillance cameras I’d set up, I was in trouble.
Not that they would easily be able to trace them back to me, but it was possible. I had a key that one of the cleaning staff had given me before the semester started, and I had been the one to assign the room to her. If someone tried they could definitely put things together.
The chances that the police had already been to her dorm room were slim, though. She had only been missing a day … a day and a half at most. That couldn’t possibly be enough time for them to start a full-fledged search. Especially when there was no apparent sign of foul play. I had no idea what that little asshole was doing claiming she was missing. She would go for days without seeing him, and as far as I knew they had no plans to meet up yesterday. If this was all because he was hoping to get his dick wet, I was going to strangle the little bastard.
I made my way up to Ashley’s room and knocked quietly on the door. I didn’t want to bust right in, using a set of keys that I really had no right to have in my possession. That wouldn’t look very good at all.
Once I got inside and locked the door, I worked quickly, removing the two cameras I’d installed. One was a lower quality camera that was inside a decoy smoke detector. That was the one that had a view of the entire room. If the angle was right, I could watch Ashley’s face while she was on the computer, as well as see what she was doing in pretty much every corner of the room. I got on a chair and pulled the entire unit down. It had been wired into an old socket, and I just left those wires dangling. I hoped no one would notice them because I didn’t have time to deal with them now.
The other camera was a very high quality mini camera that had been installed across the room, and had just happened to be at the perfect height to view Ashley’s computer screen. I had been able to read all of her correspondences anytime she was on her computer or see anything she looked at or searched for. As I pulled that camera, I realized it would probably be a good idea to take her laptop too. I wasn’t sure if she even had it password protected, and I didn’t want to take any risks.
But just as I shoved the cameras into my briefcase and started for the laptop, I heard voices in the hall. I slammed my case shut and looked around the room in a panic. I hoped that maybe the sound from the hallway was amplified in the room, but as soon as I heard a key sliding into the lock I knew I was screwed. Within seconds the door was open and two police officers walked in, along with that Justin kid.
“What are you doing in here?” one of the policemen asked. I put my hands up in front of me because they both looked like they were about to draw their guns.
“I’m Prof. Drake McDermott, Dean of Humanities. My secretary told me that Ms. Neil had been reported missing.”
“So you came into her room?” The little twerp was looking at me like he was ready to fight me, for some reason. I just scowled in his general direction and address the police officers again.
“As one of the deans I have access to all of the student’s room keys, and since Ashley was on suicide watch throughout the first month of the semester, I thought it would be best if I checked up on her. Have I broken any laws, gentlemen?
” I knew I really had no business being there. This was something an RA or maybe one of Ashley’s own professors would look into, but not a dean.
“Was Ashley one of your students?”
“No … not yet, anyway. She was in my department and … well, to be honest she was a friend of the family. She was my daughter’s best friend … for their entire lives, practically.”
“Was?” one of the officers asked. “What do you mean was?”
“My daughter passed away over a year ago. There was an accident and it hit everyone very hard, especially Ashley … Ms. Neil. My daughter’s death, as well as the death of Ms. Neil’s own parents … well, that’s the reason Ashley was on suicide watch. She’d tried to kill herself after … after everything happened, and … to be honest, I was worried about her. That’s why I came up here.”
“So you just let yourself in?” There was that kid again. Why was he acting like he cared so much? He didn’t seem to care about what Ashley wanted every time he tried to get into her pants. I was seriously about to strangle him.
“I knocked and there was no answer, so yes, of course I let myself in.” I couldn’t even bring myself to address that little asshole. I just looked right at the police officers. “Have you heard anything at all?”
“No, Sir. We just opened the file on this one. We’re going to talk to everyone who knew the girl—had any contact with her in the last forty-eight hours—and see if we can find anything.”
My mind immediately jumped to the chat conversation—the one where I told her to pick up her phone. I silently thanked the lord that I hadn’t made those arrangements online, but still, I was the last person to have talked to her. I wished I’d been able to get the damned computer into my briefcase in time. I didn’t know if they were going to take it with them, but they might.
