by Bridy McAvoy
I breathed a sigh of relief. The conversation with him last night hadn’t been easy for either of us. I’d deliberately feigned sleep and lay there knowing he was awake too.
“That’s okay, honey. I just thought I should tell you what he’d said. What he threatened to do.”
“I think you’ve got a problem now though, that’s why I’m ringing. I’ve pulled up on the loop road about a half a mile away. I just saw something but I’m not sure if it means anything.”
“What, honey?”
“I spotted a car going the other way. I didn’t recognise the car but I think I recognised the driver.”
“Who?”
“The other guy from yesterday, Stan wasn’t it? I think he turned into our road.”
“Damn!”
“Yeah, I think you might have company any moment soon!”
“Jeez! That I didn’t expect. What the hell does he want?”
I looked down at myself. Since I had yet another at home day and no Owen to get ready for, I was really dressed down: ratty college sweatshirt, a pair of old jogging shorts and flip flops. I’d been intending on catching up on the housework.
“What do you think? You want me to come home now?”
“Let me think for a minute.”
I guessed Stan was parked somewhere near, reconnoitring as it were.
I left the kitchen, walked to the front door and peered through the spy hole. There was no one to be seen—no strange car. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe Leo was mistaken.
“Leah?”
“Sorry, honey, just looking outside. He’s not pulled up in front of ours anyway.”
I moved round to the front window and glanced out. Sure enough there was a car parked in front of Owen’s and although the driver was slightly hidden I thought it was Stan.
“Damn!”
“What?”
“I think you were right, honey. He’s parked in front of Owen’s or at least someone who looks like Stan is.”
“Do you want me to come home? I can be there in two minutes flat.”
“Hang on a minute, sweetie. Let me think for a moment.”
Part of me was screaming for Leo to come home and prevent any kind of confrontation on the doorstep. Another part of me, about thirty or so inches lower, was pulsing, remembering part of Stan. I wondered, if it really was Stan, what he would say, and I was getting curious both about that and about my reaction. At that moment the car door opened and I saw Stan climb out, obviously having convinced himself the coast was clear.
“I don’t think he’s any danger, Leo, not on his own. He’s hardly going to force his way in here and rape me.”
“But what…?”
“Honey, I have an idea. Listen, you head into work and ring me here as soon as you get there. If he suggests anything, it’s up to me to make a decision. He thinks I model for money and I guess he wants another session.”
“You mean you hope he does, ‘cos you want another dose of his overlarge cock.”
“Leo!”
“True, though…”
“You ring me, if I babble on about something inconsequential or say I’m sorry you can’t make lunch or something, you know he’s still here but I’m happy with it. If I talk naturally, you know he’s gone. If I insist on you coming home then come straight away, ‘cos you’ll know he’s still here and I’m not happy. Does that make sense?”
“Well…”
“Gotta go, Leo. He’s walking up the driveway. Ring when I said. I’ll turn the cameras on anyway.”
“But…”
“Bye, honey. Love you.”
I think he was saying love you as I clicked the phone off and dashed for the master switch of the camera system just as the door bell rang.
A quick check in the mirror confirmed I looked decidedly unattractive in my housekeeping clothes but hey, he’s unexpected. Then I opened the door.
“Hello, Leah.”
I tried to look surprised to see him.
“Oh…Hello, Stan.”
“Listen, can we talk?”
“Talk?”
He nodded, his easy grin lighting his face, and yet again a certain little madam twitched. His hands were empty, he wasn’t carrying a camera case or anything else, and given how intimate we’d been yesterday I decided I’d better let him in – I was so not going to discuss that kind of thing at my front door.
“Sure, just talk.”
He waved his hands.
“No, I promise, just talk.”
“Come on through to the kitchen, there’s some coffee on. You want one?”
“I’d love one.”
Jeez. This guy had taken part in a video fake rape with me as the victim yesterday and I’m offering him a coffee?
* * * *
He sat at the breakfast bar, nursing his coffee cup and looking faintly embarrassed.
“Well, Stan, you said you want to talk.” I shrugged. “So talk.”
“I promised Owen I wouldn’t come here on my own, Leah. Please don’t tell him I came by this morning.”
That was an interesting titbit of information. Owen was clearly parcelling me up as his own. I filed that away for future reference and listened as he carried on.
“And you came by…because…?”
“You are a very beautiful woman. You, if you don’t mind me saying, dress up well, you pose well, and you’re not self conscious in front of the camera—well not too much. I’d like to do another session with you. Just on my own.”
“Forgive me, Stan, but I had sort of assumed that was the reason.”
He shrugged and grinned at me once more so I asked the next obvious question.
“When?”
“No time like the present, Leah. I’d pay of course. Say five hundred to cover from now ‘til say three.”
He really did want this, I could tell. The problem was I found myself looking forward to the idea as well, up to a point.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“If you can stay within rules.”
“Name them.”
“Well, I’m not actually into the stuff Owen does…”
He held up his hand to stop me.
“Leah, believe me, Owen is far more twisted than I am.”
You can say that again, buster!
“He’s the one who wanted the fake rape set up, not me. It was his idea to surprise you to get your reactions to look genuine, that was not my idea at all.”
“So, no bondage then?”
“Well…If you were prepared to do some bondage play, then we’d discuss it before each sequence and you’d know exactly what I intended to do. No surprises, no fake rape. Nothing happens that you’re not willing to let happen and know about in advance.”
“So, you do intend to do more than just take my picture?”
He grinned again and I couldn’t help smiling back. Away from Owen he appeared to be quite a likeable guy—a likeable guy with an extra large cock!
“As I said, Leah, you are a very pretty woman. How else will a man react to your nude body other than with desire and lust? If you don’t want to well…”
“But if you’ve got me handcuffed and naked and helpless, how would I be able to stop you?”
“I’m no rapist, Leah. You’d know what I intended beforehand, and you’d have agreed to it. Besides, I prefer to take shots of you undressing yourself than put the camera on the tripod and doing it.”
I smiled.
“Will you then? I know you need the money. Owen told me.”
I bit my lip before saying anything. That was my cover story, a housewife willing to pose naked for money because she needed it. Not because her shit of a neighbour was blackmailing her into it.
“I’ve got a bit of a problem there, well, two really.”
He waited for me to continue.
“Firstly, as you can tell, I’m not exactly dressed for modelling.”
“That’s an easy one to fix. I’ll give you time to ch
ange.”
I nodded my thanks to him.
“Secondly, I’m expecting my husband home for lunch and we’re going shopping. He’s having a half day off. I’m supposed to get the housework finished. I can’t think of a reason to ring him and put him off.”
His face fell. I could tell he was really interested in feasting his eyes on my nude body and then going a lot, lot further. The more I thought about it, the more I had to admit the idea was interesting me too.
“Can you call him and put him off?”
I giggled, I couldn’t help it.
“What? Tell him a man with a large cock has just walked through the door and he’s about to give it to me for several hours so don’t come home yet?”
He saw the funny side of that too. A moment later the phone rang.
Leo. Decision time!
“Hi?”
“Hi, honey, is he there?”
“Oh, hi, Leo. How’s work? Did that new secretary turn up?”
I motioned Stan to silence and pretended to listen to the phone. I kept the earpiece clamped to my ear as I didn’t want Stan to hear Leo’s rapid fire questions, asking me if it was Stan, was he there, should he come home, was I in trouble? He sounded like a would-be knight errant and I realised at that moment I didn’t want him to come home early. I wanted to go through with it with Stan. I felt like such a slut—such a deceiving slut.
I listened for a couple of minutes, not replying, other than the odd uh-huh and then when he finally wound down at the other end of the line I spoke up.
“Oh, honey. Why today? You know we were going to have lunch and do some shopping. Can’t you reschedule the meeting? You were supposed to have a half day off this afternoon. It’s not fair.”
I saw Stan’s face light up in a big grin and he reached into his trouser pocket.
Leo babbled on but he quickly realised I’d used the code that said Stan was there and I was okay with it.
“Okay, honey. You can’t help it, I know that. Don’t be late tonight – you can take me out to dinner to make up for it. Bye. Love you.”
Stan smiled at me.
“That solved one of your problems, Leah. Now it’s quite easy to solve the other one, isn’t it?”
I cocked an eyebrow at him.
“You said you weren’t dressed for a shoot. We can solve that.” He held up five C spot notes, laid one on the breakfast bar and sat back. Looking straight at me, he winked.
It didn’t take more than a minute to realise what he meant. Each time he placed a hundred dollar bill on the counter, I was clearly supposed to lose an item of clothing.
I smiled at him.
“Don’t you want to tell me what to put on first?”
“Nope, I think we’ll go and do the choosing together.”
I crossed my arms in front of me, grasped the hem of the sweatshirt, conscious I was wasn’t wearing a bra or anything underneath it, that my nipples were sticking out, hard and firm, and prepared to lift it over my head.
Stan smiled and I took a deep breath, but decided against just pulling it off. I could tease him a little here; after all he was effectively asking me to, by drawing out the financial transaction. I smiled back at him and slowly started to lift the baggy old sweatshirt. I took my time, being sure to arch my back as the hem of the garment rose above the bottom curve of my breasts. I was still smiling at him when my face disappeared from his view as the hem passed my eye line and I knew my entire breasts were on show to him. My nipples were almost aching as my body anticipated what was to come later on, or rather it was anticipating it was going to come later on, judging by my own state not much later either. I pulled the shirt clear of my head and looked straight at him as I paused with it suspended above my head, both arms entangled in it. He nodded approvingly and I finished the process, stripping the sleeves off my arms and tossing it onto the kitchen floor.
He grinned and laid another C note on top of the first. I’d shown him some goodies but I’d counted up the remaining notes and the items I was wearing so this time I was going to deliberately tease him the wrong way. I stood on one leg, raised the other one behind me and slipped the flip flop off, tossing it to him.
“Well, it had to go, at some point.”
“Hmm...”
I grinned impishly and when he shrugged and laid down another hundred dollar bill I repeated the process and tossed him the other flip flop. The fourth note hit the pile without comment and I knew he knew there could be no further stalling now. What he didn’t know though was the fact I wasn’t wearing any panties under the shorts, so I would be nude after the fourth bill. I made a guess as to what he would expect for the fifth one as my hands dropped to the drawstrings. I was about to get naked in front of him once more. Having just told my husband I was fine.
Jeez, I’m becoming such a ho!
A moment later another thought went through my mind.
That’s not far from the truth. He’s paying money and it’s not really to look at the flesh, is it?
That thought brought a flush of embarrassment to my cheeks. I hadn’t really looked at it that way before. Stan chuckled. He could see I was flushed, he just didn’t know why, not that it bothered him, it was simply a reminder I was about to bare it all, once again.
My fingers hooked into the waist band of the shorts and I quickly spun around to face away from him. I knew they were loose enough that once they were past my hips, I wouldn’t need to ease them down my legs. I pushed them down a couple of inches on one side, then a bit further on the other, repeating the process a couple of times to make a bit of a production of it for my paying audience. Stan clapped his hands softly in appreciation.
As expected once they were past the widest part of my hips all I had to do was let go and they fell straight down. I knew he could clearly see the globes of my ass but nothing else and I winked up at our concealed camera, for Leo’s benefit later. Stepping out without opening my legs was slightly trickier than I’d expected, as was kicking them away, then it was time to turn and face him, as nonchalantly as I could.
Another deep breath and I plucked up the courage to turn side on to him, then after a deliberate pause, completed the movement to face him. Stan smiled and I watched as his eyes travelled up and down my entire body. I made no movement to cover my modesty, no point to that under the circumstances. Stan waved the last C spot at me.
“So what do you expect me to do for that one?”
My question was delivered with the slow provocative flutter of my eyelashes, turning the question into something as coy as I could. He swung the stool round to face me directly, his knees apart. I could see the bulge in his trousers. He put the other banknote down on top of the pile.
“I’m sure you’ll think of something, Leah. I’m totally positive you will.”
“Hmm...I’m sure I can too.”
Without another word I smiled at him and walked over to him, putting a little provocative sway into the four or five paces it took to close the distance until I was standing between his legs. I sank to my knees gracefully and my hands reached for his fly. He made no attempt to stop me. The lascivious thought that I was being paid to do this roared through my mind.
Reaching for and then undoing his fly only took seconds; actually fishing his cock out of his shorts took rather longer. It was as I knew from the day before, very large, but I’d not actually seen it close up before, and never in the flesh. The first time he’d fucked me it had been from behind, the second time I’d been blindfolded. I’d seen it on our recordings but not actually in the pink before.
Jeez! It’s huge!
My mind reeled as I gazed at the sheer length of it. I almost giggled as the thought of finding a tape measure and actually measuring it flashed across my mind, but I managed to suppress it. Most men would be intimidated by a woman giggling at their cock, intimidated and then angry. I suspected Stan wouldn’t be, but I didn’t want to take any chances. I wrapped one hand around the base, my fingers just about met on the o
ther side, but only just. It looked ridiculous, there was almost an entire ordinary sized cock standing out above it. Certainly an Owen sized one, at least. I glanced up at Stan and saw he was watching me, a faint smile playing over his face. I wrapped my other hand around it, and there was still a good couple of inches standing out above my hand!
“Go ahead.”
I could hear the hoarseness in his voice, the increase in his breathing forcing the words out in a rush as he tried to get me to hurry along. I, on the other hand, had no intention of rushing this moment, it was one I fully intended to savour, to cherish every single second and provide Stan with every chance to do the same.
“No hurry.”
I grinned up at him and leaned forward, slowly bringing my mouth closer and closer to the end of it, with my hands hiding so much of the length it didn’t look anything like as daunting as it had when I’d first uncovered it. A thought struck me, and I stopped and looked up at his face, finding he was staring intently down at me.
“Hey, where’s the camera?”
He chuckled.
“In the car…You really think I should go and fetch it like this?”
That startled a giggle out of me too, the thought of my neighbours watching as he walked down our drive, trousers at half mast and his enormous erection sticking proudly out might be amusing but it would definitely be embarrassing later. I returned to the task, literally, in hand.
I lowered my mouth over the end but found kneeling in front of him, as he sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, didn’t really give me much manoeuvring room – the angle of approach wasn’t right, especially as he was sticking straight up, rock hard and unmoving. Thinking quickly I kept my mouth pressed against the end of his cock, using my tongue to massage the very tip, and rose to my feet, bending over at the waist. I spread my legs apart knowing this would reveal my pussy to our own camera and provide Leo with evidence I was thinking about him too, at least I hoped it would. The thought I might need to flashed across my brain, and I began to worry about his reaction tonight. Thinking about Leo with another man’s dick in my mouth wasn’t good. Mentally I shrugged and returned to the task in front of me.
