6 comments/ 39472 views/ 2 favorites My Demands By: jus8tine I don't consider myself an evil person. I don't go out of my way to cause trouble for myself or anyone else. But when the occasion arises, I like jerking people around as much as anybody. Especially if it's somebody who's not used to it. My opportunity came to pass during the Christmas shopping season. It was the last weekend before Christmas and the malls were packed. The snow was really coming down and driving was treacherous. I wouldn't have even been out if I wasn't such a laggard when it came to Christmas shopping. I was cruising the far end of a parking lot looking for ANY open spot. When I finally saw one, I headed for it as quickly as my balding tires would let me. I slid into the opening feeling as though half the day's battle had been won. I shut off the engine and grabbed my purse. That's when I noticed the silver Lexus SUV pulling out of the aisle ahead of me. I guess I stared at it longer than I normally would because I dream of the day I can afford something like that. But, also, the dude driving it caught my eye. He was a very good-looking guy around forty...maybe thirty five...with the appearance of a young executive, or attorney. OK, so I fantasize about these things. I just wanted to be in the seat next to him. Is that a crime? I watched him pull out, ready to get out of my car and back into reality. Then I heard a crunch and shattering glass. The SUV stopped for a moment and I saw the guy look in his mirror. He had backed right into the front of a beat up old Pontiac, taking out the headlight and putting a good dent in the fender. The guy looked around and, to my surprise, began to pull away. I had noticed the vanity plate on the front of his car when he pulled out of the parking spot. I confirmed it was on the back of his car as he sped away and imbedded it in my mind. Once the SUV had disappeared and I felt safe, I got out and headed for the stores. My mind was working the entire time I shopped. By the time I got home, the plan was complete. My friend Julie at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles owed me big time for setting her up with the football player at my college. She'd be able to give me the name of the dude in the SUV as well as the owner of the car he hit. From there, a Google search would give me most of what I needed. The driver of the SUV was Robert Dunn, VP of Communications at a local industry. Am I good or what? And apparently Mr. Dunn had problems with his insurance company or the law to run from a simple parking lot accident. It didn't really matter—the fact was I knew something he didn't want somebody else to know. There are different levels of power. This was REAL power. I decided to write him a letter to initiate the proceedings. I'd start out slowly. Mr. Dunn: That's a really nice SUV you have. Too bad about that little dent after backing into the Pontiac. Love your plates, by the way. IMDUNN. Cute. Anyway, did you know the owner of that car is a construction worker with a family to feed? I bet he's pissed and would love to know who hit him. Don't you agree? Well, let me get to my point. I'm willing to let this whole thing slide if you are willing to do some things for me. If not...well, that might lead to some consequences. So to prove you would rather deal with ME, I would like you to drive your pretty SUV down Vine Street between 5th and 21st at exactly twelve noon on Monday. If you do, I'll send you the next letter. If not... I wouldn't have been too surprised if he didn't follow my orders. But, in fact, he DID drive past my building at the appointed time. From my third floor window I could clearly make out the handsome driver. My heart raced knowing that this guy must really want me to NOT do anything with the knowledge I had. It was time to raise the bar on my demands. Mr. Dunn: It was so nice to see you again on Monday. I think it's time we get to know each other a little better. To start, I'd like you to send me a picture of you. You should be naked and hard. Be creative with how you get there and what you do after taking the picture is totally up to you. Send the pic to the post office box in the return address. Don't bother staking it out, either. I have a friend in the post office that brings my special mail to me. I'm so excited! Three days later the letter arrived in a manila folder delivered to my home address by sweet Tony, an old friend who would do anything for me in exchange for a blow job. This long-term job would require a fuck, he told me. I quickly agreed. We both won. I anxiously opened the letter and pulled out a single four by six photo. It was a good thing I was sitting on my bed because what I saw made my knees weak. Mr. Robert Dunn was naked, standing in a bedroom. His muscular body far exceeded my expectations. This guy was BUILT. And his cock...Oh my God, his cock was awesome. It pointed out and up like a tree limb, thick and strong. The head was huge. Veins clearly showed in the picture as blood pulsed through them. I wanted him inside me so bad. I sat on the couch and put a hand inside my jeans while holding the picture. By the time my fingers reached my pussy it was already damp. I pulled the hand back out and quickly opened my jeans, then pulled down the zipper. This time my fingers were free to explore my entire pussy, including my throbbing clit. I thrust a finger deep inside me while looking at Robert Dunn's beautiful cock. I knew it would feel so much better inside me than my skinny finger. I took my moist hand and slid it over my clit. I leaned back on the couch, never taking my eyes off his cock and the rest of his body. My hand rubbed at the clit until my ass rose from the couch in anticipation of a pending orgasm. I thought about him fucking me while I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles. Then I imagined he told me he was about to cum. I rubbed my clit harder and finally closed my eyes. I squealed when I began to cum. My head pounded against the back of the couch and my arm ached from rubbing so fast. But I kept going and kept cumming. I felt my juices flow down my thigh as one orgasm after another shook my body. When I was done I realized I was clutching the photo. It was bent in half inside my sweaty palm. But when I loosened my grip, it sprung back just like I imagined Robert Dunn's cock would spring back after I was done with it. The next day I had more instructions for him. Mr. Dunn: Thank you for the picture. It really made me cum. But it's not the same as a good fuck. Know what I mean? So I think it's time you prove to me you're serious about keeping our little secret. I've always had an urge to have sex in a public place. You're now the one I want to do it with. Be in the lobby of the Smith and Stone Building on High Street at 9 a.m. Friday. I'll meet you there. Don't try anything stupid. I'll cry rape and that sentence is a little longer than hit and run, I'm sure. You'll have fun. I promise. Despite what some of my friends think, I only have one small area of my closet set aside for slutty clothes. It seemed appropriate to visit the area if I was finally going to fulfill my 'sex in public' fantasy. I chose the shortest skirt I could find and a little sweater that buttoned down the front starting in the middle of my cleavage. A pair of thong panties completed the outfit. I felt my pussy tingle as I ran my fingers over the erect nipples under my sweater after dressing on Friday morning. It was almost obscene, but for one brief moment in a busy lobby it was going to be worth it. This was a role I'd dreamed of playing for a long time. Robert Dunn happened to come along and...well, the rest would be history. I made sure I arrived sufficiently late to guarantee Mr. Dunn was waiting for me. I saw him looking around nervously, checking out every female that came and went. How awful this must have been for him, not knowing who or what to expect. Not that I cared. I just wanted his wonderful cock inside my cunt. Fast. My shoes clicked on the tile floor as I walked across the lobby towards him. His eyes locked onto me and stayed there much longer than they had for the other women. I felt like such a whore...and loved it. He looked away. I kept walking. Then he looked again. "Hi. Come with me," I said with a big smile. "And smile. You're supposed to be happy to see me." I stood close to him, almost touching, as we walked towards the elevators. He only smiled briefly. A tense smile at that. It was good I still had him scared, I thought. He was taller than me and I would have been alarmed by his apparent physical dominance over me under any other circumstances. But not today. I was in charge today. We got in the elevator and I pressed the button for the thirty second floor. This was a building I was very familiar with. I used to have to deliver stuff to a guy on that floor in another job I had. The room I had in mind always intrigued me. It would fit my needs today just perfectly. We were alone. "Listen, if you just want money I can..." Mr. Dunn began to say. "I don't want your money," I replied bluntly. "What do you want?" "Oh, you'll find out soon enough," I assured him, smiling wickedly as the elevator began to slow its ascent. "Follow me and don't make a sound. I swear I'll have you arrested if you open your mouth." I waited for the elevator doors to open, then led the way down the hallway with Mr. Dunn at my side and a half step behind me. There wasn't a soul in sight, typical for this floor. I just might pull this off after all, I thought to myself. We came near a wall of glass, strangely reflecting our images back at us as we passed. They weren't mirrors and it wasn't normal glass. I sneaked a peek at myself and grinned. Who wouldn't want to fuck me in this outfit? When we got to the door, I said, "Hold on. Let me check first." I opened the door and looked inside. Nobody in sight. Just a long conference table with chairs. The lights were out but plenty of light came through the window. "Come on," I motioned to my partner in crime. He entered the room and I closed the door, locking it at the same time. I saw him look out the window into the hallway where we just stood. It was as if there wasn't anything there the glass was so clean. "Pretty neat, huh?" "Yeah. Now what do you want from me?" he asked once again. I was getting a little disturbed by his lack of patience. "Listen," I said firmly. "You're not going to ruin this for me with that attitude. I suggest you lighten up and enjoy it. How many girls like me come along every day, anyway?" He looked bewildered, to say the least. I figured it was time to take another approach. I moved directly in front of him and pressed my body against his. His body tilted backwards until hitting a chair behind him. I pressed harder and he regained his balance. "I want you to fuck me, Mr. Dunn." I looked up at him with the most sensual look I could muster. "Right here...on this table in front of this window." I put my hand on his crotch and felt for his cock. Once I had it between my fingers I said, "Ever since I saw your picture I've wanted this thick cock in my cunt. I've wanted you to suck on my tits and lick my nipples. I've wanted you to put my clit in your mouth." The cock was growing harder by the second. I could feel it throbbing as I continued to tell him what I wanted. "I'm going to take it out and suck on it. When we're both good and wet I'm going to have you slide it inside me and hold me by the ass while you fuck me. We're both going to cum right here, on this table, in front of this window. Got it?" I thought he'd cum before I could even pull down his zipper. But first I had other fantasies to fulfill. "Unbutton my sweater," I told him. The look on his face was priceless. I'd never seen a man so horny and so terrified at the same time. Somehow I just knew the horniness would win out. His hands trembled slightly as each button came undone. I saw his eyes flip back and forth from one semi-exposed breast to the other. By the time he got to the last button, my hardened nipples were the only thing holding my sweater in place. "Take it off," I said. He hesitated for just a second, then pulled the sweater apart and lowered it down my arms. He was about to lay it on top of one of the chairs when someone walked down the hall outside our room. I saw Mr. Dunn flinch, as if he wanted to put the sweater back on me. But the woman passed by without ever knowing what was happening just a couple feet away. It was one of the sexiest feelings I'd ever had. Topless and exposed, yet safe behind our magic window. "Suck my tits, Mr. Dunn. Put them in your mouth and lick the nipples. Bite them gently and I might let you fuck me," I almost whispered. I could see the outline of his cock inside his pants. I wanted it desperately, but it would have to wait. First, I needed him to follow my commands and bring me closer to an orgasm before the real fun started. He was an expert with tits. His lips and tongue and teeth assaulted my sensitive skin and sent shivers throughout my body. He used both hands to push the breasts up while sucking on them. Light nibbles caused me to moan out loud. Two more people walked past us, which only doubled my desire. At the same time I put my hand on his cock, Mr. Dunn put a hand on my leg just below my skirt. A second later it had risen up my bare thigh and found my ass. He clutched at my bare cheek and squeezed it hard, pulling me closer to him. I felt his fingers slide under the string of my thong and across to the other cheek. In the meantime, I struggled to get his pants open. Eventually I had my hand inside his boxers and frantically wrapped my fingers around his hot cock. He was still working on my tits, pulling at my erect nipples with his lips. I forced myself down, pulling his pants with me. Kneeling in front of him, I yanked down his boxers and stared at his thick cock. I licked the tip for a second, then the bottom of the shaft. I was too horny to play with him, so I just opened my mouth and took him in with a sudden, emphatic gulp. He was moaning by the third bob of my head. I'm not an expert at very many things, but I can suck cock. Isn't it funny how you can always do the things you enjoy well. With me, that's sucking cock and fucking. We'd fuck in due course. But the most amazing thing happened next. As I took Mr. Dunn's beautiful, long cock deep into my mouth, a woman walked past and stopped in front of the window to check her hair. I saw her look up and down the hall to make sure she was alone, then she continued to work on her hair, fix her blouse and pull on her skirt. All the while I sucked Mr. Dunn closer to an orgasm. Even he had to watch her for a second in disbelief of what was happening. If she only knew! When she left I stood up. "Put me on the table and fuck me," I ordered Mr. Dunn. I stood motionless, waiting for him. Then he got the hint, picked me up by the waist and twirled me towards the table. I put my legs around his waist and he held me by the ass, placing me on my back on the table top. He pushed my skirt up and roughly pulled off my thong. The cool air on my wet, warm pussy felt great. But not nearly as good as the tip of his cock as it worked its way past the lips of my cunt. Then in one powerful thrust Robert Dunn's cock was inside me. I shrieked with pain and pleasure. I sensed a bit of frustration, or anger, on his part as he began to fuck me harder and harder. It wasn't quite a rape—especially when I was the one who initiated the whole thing—but the force with which he plunged his cock into me indicated this was more than just sex for him. Whatever. I loved it. And as each person walked past the reflective glass I got hotter and hotter. My moans came more quickly and loudly with each series of thrusts by Mr. Dunn. His hands clutched at my tits and pulled on the nipples. I cried out my approval. I was nearly too lost in the onset of my own orgasm to notice that Mr. Dunn, too, was beginning to cum. My heels dug into his ass. He poured shot after shot of cum deep into my cunt. We moaned in unison during an incredible release of sexual tension, not to mention the excitement caused by the near-public display we were putting on. It was over much too quickly. Mr. Dunn pulled out and I pushed my skirt back over my exposed pussy. We were dressed in a matter of seconds, happy we had succeeded in fucking without being caught but always aware that somebody could try to open the door at any moment. "Wow! That was great! Now aren't you glad you agreed to this?" I asked as I pulled on my thong. "Are we done now? Can we agree to just drop the whole thing?" he asked while pulling up his zipper. I laughed. "Hell no. I hardly think you've paid your debt, yet. Don't ever forget I know who you hit. You can deal with me or him." His look told me everything I needed to know. "I'll send you a letter in a day or two," I said. With that we exited the conference room. As we walked towards the elevator, I looked back to see a young man in a suit and a beautiful girl in a dress enter the room. They carried stacks of paper, but I guessed it wouldn't be all work for them behind the window. It was hard getting to sleep that night as I thought of my time with Mr. Dunn. I couldn't remember the last time I came so hard. His cock was even better than I imagined it from the picture. There must be a way I could see more of it. By the end of the next day I had my plan in place. Mr. Dunn: I sure hope you enjoyed my last demand. I've got another one and it, too, involves a little fetish of mine that has been hard to satisfy. I think you're the perfect candidate to help me out. As you could tell Friday morning, I kind of like voyeurism every now and then. Not only being watched (which was great, don't you agree?), but also watching. I want to watch you fuck somebody. How about your wife? Don't worry. I'm not coming to your house. You're going to video record a session for me. With audio. Make it good. Send me the disk within ten days. I hated to give him that long, but if he pulled it off the wait would be worth it. There was no doubt in my mind he would do it without her knowledge. But I also trusted he could pull it off, under the circumstances. It made me wet just thinking about it. Sure enough, in eight days I had the disk in hand. Online public records from the County Auditor's office told me that Robert Dunn's wife's name was Michelle. They bought their expensive house four years ago. If she was a babe I suspected he would do anything to protect his property—both the house and her. It was late evening when I changed into a robe. Nothing else, just a robe. If the video contained what I thought it did, I wanted quick access to vital body parts. I poured a glass of wine, took several sips and put the disk in the DVD player. I was ready. After a few seconds of darkness, the screen was filled with the view of a dimly lit bedroom. It appeared to be a huge room with a king size bed, several small tables, a couple dressers bigger than anything I'd ever seen in my life, a love seat and doors to a walk-in closet. At least that's what I could see from the angle of the camera. Most importantly, anything happening on the bed was going to be in perfect focus and view. I wondered if Mr. Dunn had hidden the camera under clothes or a towel, or maybe just had it on and hoped his wife wouldn't notice. Either way, it must have worked. The sound of female giggling preceded the entrance of the two 'stars' of the show onto the screen. The lovely Michelle was dressed in a football jersey that hung to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare. I figured it wouldn't take long to see what was underneath the jersey, if anything. My Demands Ch. 02 Note: This will be the last chapter in this mini-series. I'm moving on to something else. But I hope you enjoyed my dealings with Robert and Michelle and Richard. I did. (smile) * To recap Chapter One: I was in possession of a stunningly erotic sex video starring local executive Robert Dunn and his trophy wife Michelle. The video was secretly recorded by Mr. Dunn upon my orders. Several weeks prior to the recording, I witnessed Mr. Dunn backing into another vehicle in a parking lot, then driving away as if nothing had happened. Well, something HAD happened. I saw it and I wasn't going to let the guy get away with it. Because of contacts I had at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles, and by using the Internet, I was able to track down a lot of information about the Dunns and the victim of this "crime". I got in touch with Mr. Dunn and began making my demands. He had met every one so far, with the video being the latest. With the sex tape now in my possession, it was time to raise the stakes. As a nineteen year old college student I could always use cash. But I wanted something more sexually gratifying. Call me a slut if you wish, but this was turning out to be a whole lot of fun. And did I mention sexually gratifying? Richard Adkins was the owner of the car Robert Dunn ran into. Mr. Adkins was a forty-two year old construction worker with a wife and two kids. Car repair was an unexpected expense he could hardly afford around the holiday season. Now it was just a matter of how to tell Mr. Adkins I had certain knowledge that would help him…and determine what my "price" would be. I wrote him a letter. Mr. Adkins: Hi. I'm Justine. A few weeks ago I witnessed an accident involving your vehicle. The driver of the SUV that hit you didn't know I saw it until I contacted him afterwards. He and I have been communicating back and forth about the whole affair. For a reason unknown to me right now, he does NOT want the police or insurance company or his wife to know about the accident. He has done everything I've asked of him so far. One of those things was to provide a video of him having sex with his wife. A copy of that video is enclosed. Isn't she just the cutest little thing?? Her name is Michelle. Would you like to meet her? Contact me using the Post Office box number on the return address. I had a friend at the Post Office intercept any mail for me and personally deliver it at the risk of being fired. He got to fuck me for his troubles and I got my mail. It was worth the risk. The response from Mr. Adkins was swift and short. Justine: I'd love to talk to her. I'm sure her and I can work something out in private. Don't you? I liked the way this guy thought. But there always has to be something in it for the middle-man, or in this case the middle-slut. I was doing my good deed for the day—maybe the year—by allowing the innocent victim to exact revenge. What was in it for me? I let Mr. Adkins know. Mr. Adkins: It was so nice to hear from you. I'm glad you considered my offer. I will arrange a 'private' meeting between yourself and Michelle Dunn. She will not know the true motive of my wanting to meet her. You will enter the scene at the appropriate time. What you do with her after that is up to you. My demand is that I be present and the 'meeting' be recorded on video. Please let me know if I should proceed. He replied in the affirmative. Now it was time to get in touch with Michelle. This one was going to be a little tricky because I had to keep Robert out of it. I spent a couple days working out the details before I was ready to act. The first task was getting Michelle to come to my place alone. That was best done with a phone call. "Hello?" the female voice at the other end said. "Hi. Is this Michelle?" I asked in a perky voice. "Yes." "Hi, Michelle. My name is Julie." I wasn't going to give too much real information away until I knew whether she'd buy into it or not. "I'm a friend of Rob's." Having watched the video many, many times, I knew that was what Michelle called her husband, at least during hot sex. "I'm calling because I need you to know something," I continued. "Is he hurt?" she asked in a panicky voice. "Oh no, no. It's nothing like that," I tried to sound friendly again. "But Rob is involved in something you should know about. It adversely affects him and, thus, you." There was a long hesitation. "Are you with the insurance company?" Michelle finally asked. So it WAS the insurance company Robert Dunn was hiding from. That information might prove very, very useful in the future. "No. I'm not with anybody. I just need to talk to you…in private," I said. If her husband was being hounded for something by the insurance company, Michelle was probably somewhat relieved to hear it was just ME that wanted to talk to her. "OK. Where?" she asked. "At my place." I didn't want to give her the address ahead of time, so we agreed on a date and time to meet at a local fast food restaurant. I explained that I'd bring her to my place from there. And I finished by warning her not to bring anybody with her or she and 'Rob' would be very sorry. I had no clue what I'd do, but I sounded credible. The only hang up would have been if Richard Adkins wasn't able to be at my place at that time. But my fears were for naught as he quickly agreed to be here a half hour before I was to bring Michelle over. So far so good. My instructions to Richard were simple: Michelle Dunn would be alone with me while he waited in a bedroom down the hall. We decided on a 'trigger' phrase, and when he heard it he was to come out. What he did with Michelle was up to him, as long as nobody got hurt. I would be present with camera in hand. We would each get a copy of the video and then decide how best to benefit from it. I was too excited about what was about to happen to worry about what to do with it afterwards. It made me wet just thinking about it. Richard Adkins ended up being a fairly decent looking guy; big, strong, imposing. Not somebody you'd want to mess with. But he was extremely pleasant to me when I let him in and he thanked me profusely for the opportunity I was providing. He was a nice guy who, I suspected, was about to do something not very nice to Robert Dunn's wife. He asked if I had any scarves. I didn't, but he accepted the belt to my robe in lieu of a scarf. My heart pounded with anticipation as I left him in the bedroom and drove to pick up our friend Michelle. She was right on time, looking even more beautiful in person than in the dimly lit video. She wore a tight-fitting sweater and designer jeans. God, she was hot. I sensed considerable anxiety on her part, a good sign for me and Richard. It was becoming more and more obvious that she and Robert, for all their status, were living in fear of something dreadful. It was my hope to take full advantage of that fear. Michelle followed me into my home after the short drive. I offered her a drink and had her take a seat in the living room, close to the hallway. She accepted her drink with a shaky hand. "So, what news do you have for me?" Michelle asked, no longer capable of waiting. I sat down and didn't respond right away. She needed to know I was in control. I made direct and serious eye contact with her. "Well, Michelle, it seems your husband has been a naughty boy. Did you know he was such a lousy driver?" I saw her entire body tense up like a guitar string. She looked away as if that would make me disappear. Clearly, this was a touchy subject. I continued. "He was involved in a hit-and-run. I witnessed it. But he doesn't know that." This was risky. If Richard had spilled the beans to Michelle, she'd know I was lying. But why would he go through everything I made him go through and then tell her? I wasn't sure who he wanted to know about it the least: the insurance company or Michelle. "I'll pay you anything you want. Name a price. If it's possible, I'll get it," she said, leaning forward in her chair. I couldn't take my eyes off her semi-exposed breasts. There's no way she couldn't have noticed and I felt somewhat embarrassed by the time I finally looked at her face. "I'll do anything," she added, almost in tears. Maybe she COULD read my mind. "Michelle, it really disturbs me that a highly paid executive like your husband can get away with this shit, while the poor middle-class dude he hit is stuck with a big, fat repair bill," I said with disdain. "I have lots of choices here. I can go to the insurance company. I can go to the police. I can call a local TV station and see if their Looking Out For You squad, or whatever the fuck they call it, is interested." "No! No! Please," Michelle begged, almost coming out of the chair. "I'll do anything, I swear." That's when she lost it. All the angst going back to who knows when was let out in one long, dreadful burst of tears and sobs. The woman in me felt truly sorry. The slut in me saw a prime opportunity. I walked over to her chair and sat on the arm. I put my arm around her and let her bury her head in my side while I held her. Her face was just inches from my breast. I could feel the edge of her breast at my fingertips. "It's alright, Michelle. I know it must be hard. Things happen, you know." I waited for my sympathetic tone to sink in. "I admire the fact you are standing by your man. I'd hate for anything to happen between you two because of something he's into." "I CAN'T lose Rob," she sobbed. "I'd die without him. He's made some mistakes, but we're trying the best we can to work it out. Nobody wants to listen to us. And now THIS. Please let me try to resolve it without him getting involved." She was regaining her composure just in time. She was practically begging for what I had in store for her. I made sure I was facing the hallway and raised my voice a little. "Michelle, there are consequences for everything we do." On cue, Richard came out of the bedroom and entered the living room just as Michelle answered, "I know that." She turned in her chair with a jolt when she realized Richard was behind her. I moved off the arm and stood up. "Who…what…," she stammered. "Hi, Michelle. I'm the guy your husband ran into," Richard said with a very serious look on his face. "Justine here was kind enough to track me down and inform me that she knew who wrecked the front of my car. I think we need to talk." Michelle looked up at me. "So you…you arranged this so…," Michelle started to say. "So we could all get together and 'resolve it', as you so aptly put it," I said. "I'm just acting as a mediator." "Justine, why don't you put this in and start it up," Richard said, handing me the video of Michelle and Robert. I set everything up and walked back to where Michelle and Richard waited, eyes glued on the TV. The video started at the point where Michelle, flat on her back on the bed with Robert frantically thrusting his cock into her, was about to cum. Her screams were still music to my ears, despite all the times I had watched the scene. Michelle was white as a ghost in her chair, her eyes fixated on the screen. "Where…how did you…get this?" she asked nobody in particular. "That's not important," I answered. "Oh…here. I love this part!" There was no mistaking Michelle's orgasm. I quickly looked over and confirmed what appeared to be the beginning of a nice erection in Richard's pants. "Anyway, what I was saying was that how we got this isn't a big deal. What Richard and I may do with it IS." "No! You can't!" Michelle nearly shouted, barely able to take her eyes off the video. "Yes we can. And we will," Richard said. "This would be a hit on some amateur porn web site." Michelle looked at him with pure terror in her eyes. "Unless, of course, we can work something out," he said with a much less threatening tone. "Name it," Michelle responded in the most submissive voice I'd ever heard. Richard looked at me. "Are you ready?" I walked over to the cabinet where I stored my video camera. After checking the settings, I nodded to Richard. "Ready." "Stand up," Richard ordered a somewhat surprised Michelle. She obeyed with a look of resignation. I started the camera. "Take off your clothes," Richard said. With the sounds of Robert Dunn showering his wife's face, neck and chest with shot after shot of cum playing in the background, the lovely Michelle Dunn began to strip. I tried to keep my hand steady as I captured it all. I zoomed in on Michelle's lacy bra-covered breasts as she tossed aside her top. Then she deliberately took off her pants, exposing a matching pair of tiny panties. She hesitated for a second before getting a look from Richard that could only be interpreted as 'Keep going'. She reached between her breasts and unhooked her bra. 'This is the sexiest woman I've ever met,' I thought to myself. Then she removed the bra and I walked towards her, never taking the camera off those incredible tits. I can be jealous of a cute girl who wears a pair of jeans one size smaller than me, or has better hair than me. But it's impossible to be jealous of a woman like Michelle Dunn. She was a goddess standing in my living room half naked, soon to be completely naked. In awe was a better description of how I felt. She looked at the camera nervously. Then she pulled down her panties and stepped out of them. I had to zoom back out for a moment to capture the entirety of her beauty. "Turn around," Richard commanded. Michelle's perfect little ass with the rounded cheeks and smooth skin looked SOOOO inviting. I couldn't imagine how horny Richard must have been. I figured I'd find out soon enough. "Now come over here and take out my cock," he said. Michelle obeyed like a young child. I followed her with the camera as she glided across the room. She seemed to float when she walked, especially now in all her nakedness. She knelt in front of Richard and opened his belt. She methodically unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. The pants gathered at his ankles and a sizable tent under his boxers became evident. Perhaps trying to put off the inevitable, Michelle reached inside the opening at the front of the boxers and pulled out Richard's cock, rather than taking off his boxers. Richard didn't protest. I zoomed in again, standing at the couple's side. In the view finder I had the side of Michelle's face and the entire length of Richard's cock. That is, until it began to disappear between Michelle's lips. I had this gut feeling that sucking cock was not new to Mrs. Dunn. The look on her face was one of someone doing something that came quite natural. After a half dozen strokes, the cock was thick and shiny and very, very hard. I pulled back to get all of Michelle's naked body and the look of delight on Richard's face. I felt the wetness between my own legs grow and start to seep into my panties. I would be impressed if Richard could hold out much longer. Just when Michelle's pace was quickening and he seemed most likely to be ready to cum, Richard said, "OK. Stand up." I couldn't tell if Michelle was glad or sad to do as she was told. But by the time she was back on her feet, Richard had stripped naked. He really did have a good body and it didn't hurt to have a large erection. The two of them made a pretty nice pair for my video. "Go into the bedroom." Richard pointed the way down the hallway and I followed them, capturing the gentle sway of Michelle's beautiful tight ass. As exciting as Michelle's striptease was and the sight of her giving Richard a blowjob, I knew it would pale in comparison to what would happen next. And I didn't even have a clue what he was up to. All I knew was, it was probably going to be good. "Get on the bed," Richard ordered. I kept filming as Michelle sat on the bed, then gracefully swung her legs on top of the covers. "Put your hands above your head." Michelle looked a little surprised at the latest command, but did it anyway. Her breasts were magnificent, stretched upward by her actions. She held her legs tightly together as Richard leaned over the bed. That's when I noticed the belt to my robe intertwined through a couple openings in the headboard. Richard took the two ends, wrapped them around Michelle's wrists, and tied them tightly together. There was no way she was escaping from that…and I loved it. Apparently Richard did, too. Because the erection that had dissipated slightly while moving to the bedroom was coming back to life. This was going to be the payback to end all paybacks. "Please don't hurt me," Michelle said in a low, weak voice. "Oh, don't worry," Richard assured her. "By the time we're done you may be begging for more." I didn't know if Michelle caught it, but his use of 'we' was music to my ears. I was beginning to want this woman a little more each passing moment. And now, she was defenseless against anything 'we' wanted to do. Richard climbed onto the bed. His cock wagged ominously above Michelle's body as he straddled her legs. He let it drop onto her flat, firm stomach, then moved up until it entered the narrow space between her breasts. I moved around the bed looking for the perfect angle. In fact, there was no BAD angle to watch what was happening on my bed. Richard moved his cock on top of Michelle's left breast and let it slither back and forth across her nipple. Within seconds the nipple was double its original size. Michelle squirmed, either in protest or from stimulation. I made a mental note to revisit that area later. Then the cock was moving up towards her face. It brushed across her neck and over her chin. Michelle turned her face so it sat on her cheek. I zoomed in just in time to see it touch her lips. "Take it, bitch. Suck my cock like you did before. We know you love it. Now take it," Richard said. Michelle's head turned again to face the ceiling. The cock lay across her mouth, waiting for the woman's tongue. She spread her lips and let it sink between them. Then she rolled her head left and right, licking the hard shaft and embracing it with her lips. Richard let her suck it this way for a moment before taking the tip and pressing it against her lips straight on. Michelle did not hesitate taking it into her mouth and letting Richard force it as far down as he wanted. In fact, I was amazed at how much of the cock Michelle accepted without any signs of complaint. "That's it," Richard encouraged her. "God, you're so good." It was becoming more and more difficult to hold the camera steady. My entire body was filled with sexual energy with no way to release it. I was equally turned on by Richard and Michelle: Richard because of his muscular body and long, hard, thick cock and Michelle because of her beautiful, naked body stretched out on my bed in total submission. Richard fucked Michelle's mouth for another minute or two. As much as I would have loved to watch cum pour from the edges of her mouth, I really wanted to see him fuck her tight pussy. From the movement of Michelle's hips in rhythm with his cock, it appeared she did as well. Whether the movements were involuntary or not was irrelevant. I think she REALLY wanted to be fucked by this guy. "OK, babe. As good as you are at that, it's this lovely cunt I'm really after," Richard said, pulling his cock from between Michelle's lips. He was staring down at her neatly shaven pussy. He positioned his knees between her legs. "Now open up," he demanded. Michelle was already obeying before he could get the words out. She spread her legs and bent her knees, presenting her entire body for him to use. I focused on the lips surrounding her pussy, catching a shimmer of moisture near the bottom. A thin strip of hair rose above her clit. Otherwise, the area was as smooth as her ass. My Demands Ch. 02 Richard took very little time settling into place, his rigid cock situated directly in front of Michelle's cunt. He put his hands on her waist. I couldn't imagine that thick cock fitting into her tiny crevice. But then I thought back to the video of her and Robert and I knew it was, indeed, possible. Richard leaned forward. The look on Michelle's face was priceless. The anticipation of being fucked by this guy, combined with her fear of the unknown, provided a look no porn star could reproduce. I recorded the tip of Richard's cock entering her body. Then he lunged down and forward in a wicked display of male lust. "Ooooohhhhhhhh Godddddd," Michelle screamed. Richard lifted his body off her and pulled his cock nearly all the way out. Then he thrust it into her again and, once more, she wailed at the sensation. Michelle pulled on her restraints. But the faster Richard began to fuck her, the more it seemed she was attempting to meet his thrusts with her own movements. Her cries were now clearly more of pleasure and not pain. "How does it feel, bitch? You can blame your husband for this one," Richard said in an evil voice as he continued to drive his cock into her cunt. He put his big hands around her breasts and squeezed them tightly. More howls came from Michelle as she thrashed her head from side to side. "Does he roll your nipples while he fucks you?" Richard asked, doing just that to Michelle's erect nipples. "Do you like it?" Michelle didn't, or couldn't, answer. "Well? Do you?" "Yes. Yes," Michelle panted. "Tell me you want me to squeeze your nipples while I fuck you." "Yes!" "No! Tell me! Say it!" Richard ordered, his hands working just as hard and fast as his cock. The bed rattled from their sex and I thought I would cum just capturing the scene. I didn't know whether to zoom back and get it all, concentrate on Richard's cock, or focus on Michelle's nipples being 'tortured'. So I did them all. "Squeeze my nipples," Michelle replied almost in a whisper. "Tell me you want me to squeeze your nipples while I fuck you. Say it! Louder!" "Squeeze my nipples while you fuck me," Michelle said with increased enthusiasm. Richard pounded into her a couple more times. "Again! Louder!" "I want you to squeeze my nipples while you fuck me." There was little doubt Michelle meant it this time. "Beg me." "Please. Please! I need to cum." Now Richard knew he was in total control. He could do anything to this woman and she'd comply. This was WAAAAY better than dealing with the insurance company. "Don't you dare cum until I say it's OK," Richard warned her. Michelle looked up at him in a panic. How long would he make her wait? If she could only touch her clit… Richard pulled up on her legs and she gladly wrapped them around his waist. He held her up by the ass and drove his cock down into her with even more force. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, along with Michelle's ever-increasing moans and deeper grunts from Richard. At one point Michelle was completely off the bed, her arms stretched straight out from the headboard and her legs straddling Richard's body. I stood up. I knelt down. Whatever it took to capture the wildest sex I'd ever seen…not involving me. "Please let me cum," Michelle begged. Richard rammed his cock into her with even more force. "Ohhhhhh, God. Fuck me harder! Harder!!" Richard was happy to comply. Then he leaned down and took one of her tits in his mouth. "Oh, shit. Oh, shit. I'm going to cum," Michelle cried out. "Will you do whatever I say if I let you cum now?" Richard asked. He stopped fucking her for a moment. "Yes! Yes, anything! Please let me cum!" The squishy sound of his cock entering her soaking wet cunt started back up. "OK. Go ahead. Cum, you fucking whore." I watched Michelle grimace as her body prepared to explode. Her moans reached an agonizing crescendo. And then she came. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Yesssssss!" I had to give Richard credit for hanging on while the woman under him had one of the wildest orgasms I'd ever seen…or heard. I wondered what it would have been like if she hadn't been tied to the headboard. She bucked and pushed her body up into his until his weight and brute force drove her onto the bed, where they continued to fuck with total abandon. Richard urged her on with his words, and Michelle answered back with words and actions. When I thought she was done, another wave seemed to take her to another level. "Ahhhhh, fuck. Fuck!" Richard yelled. I know when a man's cumming, even if he's not in me. This man was cumming…big time. "Yes! Cum inside me. Fuck me, Richard!" Michelle pleaded. I was a little surprised she used his name, but not necessarily surprised she was THAT into it. This was a true slut at work. They came together for a few more seconds, then finally collapsed on the bed in a tangle of legs. Richard's semi-erect cock was still inside his 'captive'. "Damn. That was SWEET," I said to nobody in particular. "Hmmmmm," Michelle moaned. Richard eventually rolled off her. Sweat glistened on their bodies. Strands of long hair clung to Michelle's forehead and cheeks. She was exceedingly sexy even in this condition. Maybe BECAUSE of this condition. "You said you'd do anything," Richard reminded her. "I did," Michelle confessed. "Well, it's time to pay up." Richard looked over at me. "Get undressed, Justine." I set the camera down and considered his demand. There was no way, as horny as I was, that I wasn't going to do this. I thought I knew where he was going with it, and I couldn't stop myself. I stripped. Richard got out of bed and took the camera. By the time I was naked he was recording everything. "Untie her," he said to me. I put one leg up on the bed, leaned over and began to untie Michelle's hands. My breasts hung right above her head. My ass stuck out at Richard. I didn't need anything to make me hornier, but this was doing it. My hands were shaking by the time Michelle could pull her arms free. She brought them to her side and tried to get total feeling back in them. She shook them in the air and I watched her beautiful breasts shake in response. "You are to do whatever Justine asks you to do," Richard said, walking around the bed with the camera. "You are to treat her as nice as you treated me. She's not leaving the bed until she cums. You guys decide how that's going to happen." Michelle and I looked at each other. I saw her eyes fall to my breasts. The next thing I knew I was laying on top of her, kissing her with as much passion as I had ever kissed anybody. It seemed so natural. And I thought she felt the same, at least from her kisses. Our breasts rubbed together and I felt her nipples on my skin. It reminded me of her apparent love to have them licked, so I lowered myself until I could take one into my mouth. I pushed her breast up with my hand and worked my tongue back and forth across her nipple. God, it was turning me on just hearing her moan again from my sucking and licking. I could have stayed there all day, but it was time to get serious about cumming. I'd waited long enough. I put my head next to hers so that I could whisper in her ear. "Have you ever made a woman cum?" I asked. "No," she whispered back. "You're going to suck on my nipples. Then you're going to eat my pussy until I cum. OK?" She just nodded. I moved over and placed a breast just inches from her mouth. She reached up and guided it down until she could lick my nipple. The first touch of her tongue almost made me cum on the spot. Then her lips bit me. I lowered my body and let her take as much as she could into her mouth. I was amazed at how vigorously she attacked the breast. If, in fact, she'd never had a woman before, I was thinking I wouldn't be her last. I let her suck on both tits, driving me right to the brink of an orgasm. That's when I got onto my knees, moved up, and let her peer at my wet pussy. I felt her hands on my ass. I leaned on the headboard and waited for her tongue. It started at the entrance to my cunt and slid up between my pussy lips. I waited. And waited. Then…finally. My body shuddered at the feeling of her wet tongue on my clit. Oh…my…God. I was in heaven. After watching her and Richard go at it for so long, I needed something. This was it. She pulled me closer, her hands gripping my ass and clawing at my skin. I felt her entire face on my body, but especially her tongue and lips on my clit. Despite Richard standing just a couple feet away with camera in hand, I had no reservations about reaching for my nipples. I rolled them in my hand and kneaded my breasts roughly. I wasn't about to let the fact a video was being made prevent me from enjoying this incredible moment. I didn't want to admit that it probably made it even more exciting for me. Under ideal circumstances I would have let Michelle eat me for a long, long time. Under THESE circumstances, I was ready to cum. "Yes. Yes, Michelle! Right there. Yes!" I encouraged her. She was moaning almost as much as me. For all I knew she was playing with herself. I didn't care. "Ohhhhh, God. Now! I'm cumming!" I held the headboard with one hand and a breast with the other. If I couldn't have a cock up my cunt, this was the next best thing. Almost better because of the attention it gave my clit. I waited for the orgasm to erupt. I screamed out and pinched my nipple as hard as I could. The incredible feelings that centered around my clit and nipple soon spread to every inch of my body. I fucked Michelle's mouth as much as she'd let me. Her grip on my ass was impressive…and wonderful. I made sounds that even I couldn't identify as Michelle continued to lick and suck my clit and pussy. I begged her to keep going, knowing that she wouldn't stop as long as I was above her. After what felt like several run-on orgasms, it began to hurt to keep cumming. But I wanted to. I needed to. And my body told me to stop. But it kept cumming. My mind was spinning at the end. I fell onto the bed. I felt Michelle's finger trace the outline of my butt and rise up the small of my back. Richard placed the camera on the dresser and walked towards the bed. I wondered who would be using it next. Or had Richard left it running? My Demands Robert was in running shorts of some type with no shirt. He was behind his wife with his hands on her waist. He mumbled something to her I couldn't make out, then moved his hands so they were in front of her. I saw him press his body up against hers from behind. Soon she was laughing a little harder with his mouth near her ear and his hands covering her breasts. "You're awful!" Michelle said, slapping at his arms and trying to escape. She was clearly smiling and not all that desperate to break away from his grasp. "Oh, really?" Robert asked her. "Let's see how awful you think I am." His hands quickly moved down near the bottom of Michelle's jersey. He pulled it up above her hips before she could resist. I caught a glimpse of panties that were just barely bigger than a thong. Then she twisted away from him. "Stop it, Rob! Maybe I don't want to." The look on her face continued to contradict her words. Michelle's playful pout, partially hidden by her muddled blonde hair, was turning me on. And we hadn't even gotten to the sex, yet. Michelle Dunn was a gorgeous woman. Any imperfections were obscured in the dim light of the bedroom, but I suspected there weren't many to obscure. She was tall and thin and had legs that didn't stop. Perfect legs, from what I could tell. I hated this woman, but God was she sexy. I opened my robe and let it lay there, the center of my body fully exposed from neck to knees. This was REALLY going to be fun. I took another sip of wine. Robert clung tightly to her jersey as Michelle turned away. He roughly pulled her back towards him, at the same time lifting the shirt up to her neck. This time she was facing the camera and I got my first look at her fabulous breasts. They were flawlessly shaped with large, pink nipples. At the same time that Robert was wrapping his fingers around his wife's firm breasts, I was putting my hands on my own suddenly-inadequate tits. When he played with her nipples, I played with mine. When he kneaded her breasts, I squeezed mine. I wondered if she was getting as wet as me. I could hear her moan. Robert tugged the jersey over her head, threw it aside, and planted his mouth over the tip of one of Michelle's breasts. The camera angle was perfect for allowing me to see him hold the breast up with his hand and suck eagerly on as much as he could get between his lips. All resistance abandoned Michelle. Her head tilted back and she pushed her chest out to meet her husband's mouth. Robert's hands moved to her ass. That's when Michelle finally moved her own hand to the front of Robert's shorts. I watched her squeeze him, finally able to make out the outline of his erection. I pulled my robe farther open and slide my hand onto my pussy. "Oh, God, you make me so fucking horny," Michelle purred. Robert pulled his face away from her chest long enough to say, "Tell me what you want?" "I want this huge cock," she answered. "Where?" "I want it inside my cunt," she said. Then her hand was inside his shorts. "I know just what you mean, babe," I said to the screen, my fingers frantically working on my clit. "Suck on it first," Robert demanded. "Make it good and hard." Michelle did not need any more persuading than that. She had his shorts off in no time. I stared at the screen just like I did at his picture. He was long and hard and gorgeous. I was SO jealous of her. Fortunately, I got to see him from the side so his cock and cute ass were both visible. I slid a couple fingers inside my cunt and thought I would explode. If I wanted to make it through this entire video I'd have to slow down. I had an idea. I hit the pause button and ran into my bedroom. I pulled open a drawer and grabbed the first dildo I saw. Then I ran back to the couch and hit play on the remote. Now I was prepared for anything. Except maybe the sight of a beautiful woman in nothing but tiny panties sucking her husband's cock. And I was there to watch, with the added benefit of being able to stop it, rewind, slow motion the video and make as much noise as I wanted. There was little doubt in my mind that I was going to get loud before the end of this whole thing. I placed the tip of my dildo on my lips, imagining it was Robert's thick cock. Each time Michelle slid her mouth down the length of his shaft, I did the same with the dildo. When it was good and wet I put it at the entrance to my cunt. The advantage I had over Michelle was I could begin fucking myself at any time. The time was now. I rammed the dildo deep inside my pussy, just like Robert was thrusting his cock into Michelle's pretty mouth. I couldn't believe how wet I was already. The dildo slid in and out with ease, rubbing against the most sensitive parts of my cunt. "Ohhh, that's good," Robert moaned. "I'm going to fuck you SO hard when you're done." I knew from my own experience that Michelle was probably looking forward very much to being fucked hard by the monster cock in her mouth. It was just a matter of how he'd do it. She looked like a blowjob expert and, if the size of Robert's cock was an indicator, he agreed. I slowed the pace of my masturbation, still wanting to make it to the end of the video. Luckily, Robert helped by pulling Michelle to her feet before too long. He kissed her passionately with his cock squeezed between their bodies. Then he forced her back onto the bed. He pulled off her panties almost violently and tossed them out of view. I watched him bend over his naked wife and suck on her tits. He used his hands once again to push them up while gnawing on her nipples until they were fully erect. "God, Rob. Fuck me now! Please!" Michelle begged. I was sure he knew where the camera was and what angle would give me the best view. At the moment, I was staring right at Michelle's bare pussy with her legs hanging off the side of the bed. He was between her legs. Robert put his hands under his wife's ass and lifted her up to meet his raging hard-on. I began to pump the dildo in and out of my cunt faster as Robert prepared to shove his cock into Michelle. He did so with such force that her shriek almost frightened me. "God, yesssssss. Yesssss!" Michelle hissed after the first couple strokes of his cock. "Fuck me!" Michelle wrapped her legs around his waist with only her shoulders on the bed. Her hands clutched at the covers as I watched Robert pound her harder and harder. I felt an orgasm coming on and stopped masturbating, leaving the dildo deep inside me while I caught my breath. I dared not touch my nipples, knowing that action alone would send me over the edge. I just watched the couple on the screen for a minute, enjoying their rough sex. Michelle continued to scream out her demands, but it didn't look like Robert needed any help. I wondered if he was thinking about me watching them and getting aroused by the thought. I hoped so, anyway. The bed squeaked from the constant hammering Michelle's pussy was taking from Robert's cock. I couldn't resist squeezing my nipples and I felt my cunt contract in response. I needed to cum...NOW! "That's it! Harder! Please, fuck me harder. I'm going to cum!" Michelle warned. "C'mon, baby. Let me hear you cum," Robert urged her on. Michelle moaned a few seconds longer before letting out a primal cry. "Yes! Yessss! Now!" she said loudly. I began to pump the dildo into me again and watched another woman have an orgasm on video for the very first time. A real woman was having a real orgasm that made her squeal with pleasure. The guy fucking her had fucked me just a few days earlier and I knew what his cock felt like. I couldn't believe this was happening. Michelle's body thrashed on top of the bed in the throws of a long, intense orgasm. Robert never missed a beat. I used one hand to drive the dildo and the other to rub my clit. There was no turning back now. I was going to cum. Just as Michelle seemed to be finishing her orgasm, her husband pulled his cock out of her and wrapped his hand around it. He began to stroke it, aiming directly at her chest and face. I cried out as my own orgasm began. The combination of what I had watched, what my hands were doing, and what I was about to see was enough to get me off. That's when the first giant stream of cum shot out of Robert's cock and landed on his wife's chin and neck. I screamed with delight as I came along with him. Shot after shot began to cover Michelle's tits with Robert's thick, white cum. She moaned along with me, but I was the one cumming now. The more I looked the harder I came. Robert poured at least a half dozen blasts of cum onto Michelle. It was probably the most erotic thing I'd ever seen and heard. By the time both he and I were done, I was lying on the couch totally exhausted, but very satisfied. I watched them fall together on the bed before Michelle got up to head for the bathroom. Robert came over to turn off the camera, cum dripping from the head of his cock and a wry smile on his face. His smile couldn't possibly match the one on my face as I watched the video over and over, pausing it as each shot of his cum flowed from his cock. Six shots...six orgasms for me. He had met my demands...for now.