Would he be satisfied with a handjob, she wondered, or even a blowjob. She had been able to close her hand around Zack's penis, but with Mr Thompson her thumb was far from her fingers. Up close like this, the size of it was even more daunting. "She loves being a slutty schoolgirl for me."Īcutely aware that she still hadn't told him she didn't want this, Tamara stroked the hard shaft, enjoying the heat and texture beneath her fingertips. "I was looking forward to watching my wife complete the tasks I set her," he said, taking her hand and guiding it to his throbbing member. He perched on the edge of the bed, inches away from her, close enough that she could smell his cock and see every ridge and vein of its erect length. Mr Thompson had a porn-star cock, and it was beautiful, but also terrifying. It was one thing to consider maybe having anal sex, quite something else to fuck a brute like that. The boxers came off, revealing a proud cock that would have put Zack to shame. She had certainly never imagined that she would ever be dressed like a slutty schoolgirl in his bedroom while he offered to pop her anal cherry. She had never imagined he might want to fuck her while his wife was just across the hallway. She had known him for years, but had never thought of him this way. His bare arms and chest were muscular, and his boxers, once revealed, had a significant bulge in them. Mr Thompson was old enough to be her father, but was not unattractive. Actual discovery had been a profound shock - but instead of the Thompsons being horrified by her behaviour, they were encouraging her to go further. Earlier she had allowed herself to be seduced into acting like a slut, despite the fear that the camera might be recording. She felt trapped, and embarrassed, and very confused, and more than a little curious, and somehow still aroused. Tamara wanted to object, but couldn't bring herself to say anything. "Try not to make too much noise." She let herself out of the room and closed the door behind her, while Mr Thompson unhurriedly removed his clothes. "I'm going to check on William," Mrs Thompson said. "It would be a shame not to do the fifth."Įxcept the fifth task involved Tamara offering her ass to Mr Thompson - her ass clenched about the plug at the thought of it - and this fresh reminder of her humiliation brought the heat back to her cheeks. "You've done so well to complete four of the five tasks," Mrs Thompson added. "It's your choice," Mr Thompson said to her, "but if you don't complete the final task, you'll be wearing that collar home." Mr and Mrs Thompson were studying her with expressions of mingled lust and amusement. Tamara looked up, startled out of her misery by that image. "I would love to watch you lick my cum from her ass." This is a much better birthday present, anyway, and maybe it will teach her not to open other people's presents." "Fuck," she whispered, still hiding her face. "She has rather ruined the surprise," her husband said, "but Happy Birthday, dear, I guess." "Good heavens," she heard Mrs Thompson say. Tamara buried her face in a pillow, too horrified and embarrassed to concentrate on what had started as an amazing strong orgasm. "Fuck!" Tamara screeched and scrambled off the opposite side of the bed in a useless attempt to hide while her body continued its orgasmic convulsions. and of course that was when the bedroom door opened and a very perplexed Mr Thompson peered in at her. With a strangled cry, she climaxed with an intensity like never before, her ass contracting about the plug as her juices flooded out around her fingers. "Fuck," she whispered between gasping breaths. The tension was building swiftly as her hips thrust restlessly against her hand, the plug feeling almost alive within her ass. Tamara plucked at her nipples through the cotton shirt and plunged two fingers into her pussy, fucking herself with abandon. There was an exquisite dirtiness to the act, in part from the plug in her ass, in part from the exhibitionist nature of it, and in part from how much she felt like an actual porn star with her boots and sexy clothing. Masturbation had always been such a furtive exercise before, but this time she wanted the camera to witness this act of self-pleasure - and honestly, she had never been so aroused or so wet in her life, not even with Zack.
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