0 comments/ 8393 views/ 6 favorites The Spectator Ch. 01 By: NancyAllbright Cindy had caught a glimpse of The Spectator on the very first day she moved into her cottage in the archetypal English village of Stoneleigh. Surrounded by its undulated hills and breath taking countryside, Cindy felt like she had finally sound somewhere she could sincerely call home. She'd been in the shower to blast away the damn dust and cobwebs that had clung to her fair, pale skin as she'd tried to clean the cottage so it could at least pass for being inhabitable. Stepping out of the shower, she'd suddenly realised that she'd forgotten to bring her bath towel. As the December chill whipped against her skin causing her nipples to harden like flesh coloured bullets, she berated herself for being so careless. She had no choice but to quickly leg it across the landing to the bedroom and grab the towel off the bed. As she wrapped it quickly around her tiny frame, she glanced out of the bedroom window and looked at the house that was back to back with her. She watched the blinds that donned the bedroom window briefly flicker before shutting again. Cindy quickly bent down, she really should have put up her bedroom curtains and she made a mental note to make sure it was her next job of the evening, the last thing she needed was to attract the attentions of the village's resident Peeping Tom. "I don't like the term Peeping Tom, it conjures up in my mind images of a man dressed in seventies flare, a dodgy moustache using binoculars to peer into women's bedrooms. I like to refer to myself as a voyeur, an observer, a spectator. Not a hidden spectator I hasten to add. I like my subjects to be fully aware of my presence. Some people don't like it, some people love it, like anything in life, sometimes you win and sometimes you lose." Cindy hadn't thought too much about that day when she had seen her neighbours blinds briefly flicker, she'd been far too busy settling into her new abode. One Saturday afternoon as she wrestled putting up a particularly awkward pine shelf in the kitchen, Cindy's cursing was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Pushing her blonde hair back into its hair band, she quickly checked her reflection in the hallway mirror, rubbing a splash of paint off her pert nose, Cindy opened the door. "I thought I would welcome you to the neighbourhood." The guy handed Cindy a card and a box of fresh cream cakes. "Thanks. That's so kind of you." Cindy suddenly felt overwhelmed and a tad self conscious. She paused and a tiny pink flush of embarrassment crept over her cheeks. "Sorry, I don't know your name.'' "Jack. My name is Jack." He extended his hand. Cindy shoved the card under her arm and took his hand in hers. "I only moved in a couple of days ago." Cindy explained, not really knowing what she was expected to do right now. "Well, you've done quite a bit to the place since you moved in, the garden for a start looks miles better and the Christmas tree is really cute. This place went to rack and ruin when old Bill died which was a shame really because he'd always taken great care of it." Jack flashed Cindy a smile and there was a momentary awkward silence that Cindy felt compelled to break. "Why don't you come in? I'll make a pot of tea and we can share these cakes if you like." Jack flashed her a friendly grin. "That would be wonderful, thanks." "I don't go for a particular type of woman. Being a voyeur I think means that it's not the other person you are attracted to per se, it's the fact you are watching when you shouldn't be and watching people do things they strictly shouldn't be doing. I think it was Cindy's wholesomeness that appealed to me and the glimpse I'd had of her slightly boyish figure that day when she'd moved in had piqued my interest. Close up, she was even more attractive to me than I could have ever really imagined. I think it was the way her freckles were smattered across her cute nose and the slightly crooked smile that made her look incredibly cute. She was smaller than my usual type too in height and in the breast department but she did something to me, I think deep down I was hoping that she was as horny as she looked." "So have you lived round here long?" Cindy asked as she handed Jack a mug of steaming hot tea. "I've lived here around ten years. I came here when I was twenty five with my first wife, but sadly we divorced and I've lived on my own ever since. I must be getting old and set in my ways.'' "Don't be silly, thirty five isn't old." Cindy smiled at him and noticed that actually there was something about Jack that made him attractive. He wasn't good looking in the traditional sense. His brown eyes were a little too close together and his hair was shoulder length and in need of a trim but his smile was wide and friendly and it was obvious that he looked after himself. His waist was trim and his shoulders wide, he was clearly no stranger to the gym. If asked the question would she, wouldn't she? The answer would be yes, she definitely would. "Telling me thirty five isn't old is a bit rich coming from someone who can't possibly be a day over twenty six." Jack sipped his tea and gazed at Cindy intently causing her cheeks to flood with a bright pink blush. "Actually, I'm thirty." Cindy grabbed the box of cream cakes. She motioned for Jack to follow. "Come on, let's sit in the conservatory" "So Cindy took me through to the conservatory and we sat and drank our tea and devoured the cream cakes like any quintessential English couple. She told me she had a few jobs that needed doing to complete her move and I offered to help. She was delighted of course and that afternoon a new friendship was sealed. Cindy was easy to be around and just the same as some villages were missing an idiot, Stoneleigh had been devoid of a decent looking woman under the age of sixty for a good many years. I had a feeling that Cindy and I were going to get on well, hopefully very well indeed." Cindy watched as Jack managed to finally put up her shelving unit. She'd invited him to stay for dinner and as she resumed chopping the garlic she had to admit that she fancied Jack. There was a presence about him that made her feel warm inside. That evening after they had eaten and the dishes had been washed and put away they both retired to the conservatory and shared a bottle of crisp, bottle of Chardonnay. "Thanks for helping me today, I really do appreciate it." Jack took a sip of his wine. "Absolutely my pleasure, what more could a man ask for? A lovely meal, the best prawn linguine I've had in a while by the way and the company of a beautiful woman to wile away the evening with." Cindy felt herself go warm at Jack's compliment. Pushing her legs beneath her, she brushed down her skirt. "Flattery will get you every where Jack." Jack topped up his glass with wine and grinned at her. "I hope so." "As Cindy pulled her knees beneath her as she made herself comfortable, her skirt had risen and I'd caught just a glimpse of her white lace knickers or was she wearing a thong? Either way, just that tiny glimpse had made my cock stir to a semi hard on that I hoped wasn't going to extend into a full blown affair or that would have been quite embarrassing. You see, for me sometimes a tiny glimpse of something gets my rocks off better than when a woman has her assets on show. I liked an air of mystery and Cindy had provided me with that. Ever since the first time I'd met her I had been wondering about her small, pert breasts. Were her nipples a soft pink or a dark brown? Did she shave her pussy completely or leave a nice little strip? How did she make herself come and what exactly made her come? That was the question that had been regularly assisting my wanks. I imagined Cindy bringing herself off. Watching women masturbate was just one of the many things that I found horny. If they were aware of me watching them even better, but sometimes I liked to think I'd gone unnoticed." "That's my bedroom." Jack pointed at the house that was directly back to back with Cindy's. Cindy followed the direction of Jack's finger and realised that his bedroom blinds had been the ones she had seen flicker the day that she had moved in. "Oh right." Cindy couldn't think of anything else to say, mainly because her mind had suddenly started to race, had Jack seen her naked that day? She didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or excited. "Yeah, so you better watch what you are doing, you never know when I might be watching you.' Jacks eyes twinkled and as Cindy's eyes widened to saucer size proportions Jack threw back his head and laughed. "I'm teasing you, don't worry, I'm not a pervert." Cindy leaned forward and moved a stray hair out of Jack's eyes. "What a shame." She murmured before sitting back on the settee. "When she had said what a shame,'' I felt the familiar stirring in my loins. I didn't know if it was the wine talking although admittedly Cindy had only had two glasses. Either way, all I knew was my gentlemanly nature had drifted away like tumbleweed in a storm. Her comment had put a wax seal on the does she fancy me, doesn't she contract and I did what any other man would do in that situation, I went back home for some more wine." Cindy couldn't remember the last time she had played Truth or Dare. Then again, after the wine she'd consumed that evening she was lucky she could still remember her own name. She opted for Truth because a Dare might involve actually having to stand up and she didn't know if she was even capable of doing that. "Have you ever let anyone watch you as you fuck? Either you have invited them to watch or you have sensed someone uninvited watching you?" Cindy shook her head. "No, I can't say I have, not a bad thought though is it?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them and normally she would have been mortified but the wine had stripped away any of her inhibitions. "I actually think I might like that." "So not only did she fancy me she liked the idea of being watched which is like all my birthdays, Christmases and orgies arriving all at once. There was just one slight and obvious hiccup; Cindy was pissed out of her head. I hold my hands up, I'd been the one to provide the nectar from the drunken Gods but I hadn't banked on Cindy being fully compos mentis one minute discussing the benefits of pureed garlic as opposed to chopping her own to admitting that she too had voyeuristic tendencies. I wanted to get her a bit squiffy and relaxed enough that I might be able to make a move but I'm not the kind of guy to take advantage of a woman who isn't fully in control. I like a woman to know exactly know what they are doing and like what they are doing, after all, isn't that the biggest turn on of all?" Jack handed Cindy a cup of black coffee. "Here, drink this it might sober you up a little.'' Cindy's head lolled to one side slightly as she laughed. "I'm not drunk,'' She slurred, knocking the TV remote control off the chair arm onto the floor. "Yes you are now sit up properly.'' Jack put the coffee cup on the table and gently pulled Cindy's arm so she could sit up straighter. She did as she was bid and looked at Jack, her eyes trying to focus. "I'm ok, really yam.'' Her lips dropped to one side in an attempt to appear petulant. "Right, you're not drunk, but you're still drinking this coffee okay?'' "I waited while she drank her coffee and by the time I was leaving, Cindy was curled up on the chair asleep and snoring. That evening I couldn't sleep. I lay awake thinking of Cindy's revelation that she wouldn't mind someone watching her as she was getting fucked. As I stroked my cock, I enjoyed the feel of it getting hard as I knew exactly what I was going to do. I was going to embark on a mission. The operation would start gentle at first before building to the penultimate, sexual crescendo. I was going to engage on the task of corrupting Cindy. My cock glistened with pre cum at the very thought as I continued to wank, I brought myself to a climax before stopping again. I liked to tease myself and by the time I fucked Cindy, I wanted my balls to be full of come. The Spectator Ch. 02 Cindy awoke the next morning with a mouth that felt like it had been filled with cotton wool balls and a head whose brain had been replaced with sawdust. Later, after she had managed to haul herself out of bed, Cindy stood at the kitchen sink pouring a glass of water to aid in her dehydration, he thought back to the previous evening. Although alcohol did make her incoherent at times, Cindy wasn't the type to forget completely what had happened or not happened in some cases like the previous evening. Cindy could have kicked herself for getting so pissed. It had been so obvious that Jack had been working up to making a move on her and she'd been okay one minute, the next, the wine had hit her like a damn wrecking ball. Taking her glass into the conservatory, she sat down on the settee and looked across at Jack's bedroom window. The one thing she definitely remembered was the Truth or Dare game and Jack's question about whether or not she'd ever been watched. She didn't think that had ever happened to her. Her flat mate at University had once complained that Cindy had kept her awake one night when she'd brought back Tom, the university bar tender. Cindy had to admit that the thought of someone hearing her fucking had been a massive turn on, so being watched appealed to her even more. Cindy pushed her hand into her pyjama bottoms, finding her clitoris; she gave it a gentle stroke before taking her fingers back out again. Putting them in her mouth she tasted herself, making them wet before pushing them back inside and slowly she started to play with herself. She imagined Jack watching her through his blinds, his cock becoming hard as he watched her. The thought sent a tremulous thrill throughout her body. Quickly she pulled her pyjama bottoms down before pulling them off and throwing them on the chair across from her. Making herself comfortable, she spread her legs slightly as her mind searched for the perfect fantasy to bring her to a satisfying climax. "I'd finished making my bed and thrown on a t-shirt whilst still wearing only my boxers. I opened the bedroom blinds, as they inched open, I looked directly into Cindy's conservatory like I did every morning and I could see her lay on her settee playing with herself. Instantly my cock began to stir as I watched unnoticed. The thrill was always as good as the first time I caught a neighbour fucking her gardener behind the potting shed and the incident had given me a kink. Everyone has a kink and I was determined to find out what Cindy's was. As I watched her legs begin to shake as she built up to an orgasm I wanked myself fast and hard until I could feel the climax begin, but as quickly as I started I stopped. Teasing is my other kink. I like to tease my cock so it is almost coming before stopping, it makes it even more intense when I eventually come and it also makes my cock bigger. As I climbed into my jeans, pushing my cock down before pulling up the zip, I wondered of Cindy liked big cocks because with my mission in full swing, Cindy would be bouncing on my cock soon" Cindy allowed her body to briefly recover from her first orgasm before she carried on playing in an effort to sate the raging horn that was building in gigantic, frustrating gigantic pockets inside her. Reaching under the settee, she pulled out her vibrator and switched it on before rubbing it all over her pussy teasing herself. As she moved the tip of the vibrator over the head that housed the nub of her pussy, she closed her eyes and allowed her imagination to run free. She imagined she was in a park with Jack. They were having a picnic and she was teasing him by stroking her fingers over his cock through his denim jeans until he couldn't stand it any longer. Pulling her to her feet, he led her to the woods that lined the recreational area. With her sandals cracking against the twigs, Cindy couldn't wait for Jack to fuck her. Finding a dense area, Jack pushed her against a tree and lifted up her skirt, quickly he unzipped himself, before lifting her up by the waist. Cindy wrapped her legs around him as he pushed his thick cock inside her making her pussy throb with pleasure. Cindy felt her back scraping against the tree as Jack pushed himself into her, harder and harder gaining the perfect rhythmic beat to his fucking. Cindy leaned forward and rested her head on Jacks shoulder for a moment when she spotted him. A man who had been innocently walking his dog had noticed them and had stopped. Stroking his cock through his pants he watched them both for a few moments before unzipping himself and starting to wank his cock. Jack thrust himself harder and harder into Cindy as she kept her eyes on their spectator. Jack suddenly gasped. "Fuck, I'm going to come, come with me." Cindy allowed the fantasy to wash over and excite her as she pushed her vibrator inside herself harder and harder as she imagined Jack fucking her until she felt the shattering orgasm arrive in a frenzied rush. Lying there, Cindy allowed herself to recover before reclaiming her pyjamas from the chair and putting them back on. As her feet padded across the tiled kitchen floor, the doorbell rang. Opening the door Cindy found Jack leaning against the door jamb, a naughty smirk playing across his lips. He handed her a carton of pure orange juice. "Here's some Vitamin C, I hear it's good for hangovers and I suspect you might have a slight hangover this morning." Cindy laughed and took the carton from him. "How very thoughtful of you. Please come in I'm just starting breakfast, you can join me if you like?'' "I'd love to." Jack followed her into the kitchen, the earlier images of Cindy playing with herself causing his cock to twitch. The Corruption of Cindy, started right here. The Spectator Ch. 03 Jack finished his hash brown and scooped up the last of his beans. Sitting back in his seat, he stretched causing his jumper to ride up slightly giving Cindy a brief glimpse of the run of downy dark hairs on his stomach that would lead down to his cock. She knew that hangovers always made her horny and today was no exception. The earlier orgasms had now been forgotten as she felt herself feeling aroused again. She wondered what Jacks cock looked like and felt herself moisten at the thought. "That was a breakfast fit for a king." Jacks voice pulled Cindy back from her horny musings. "For someone so small you sure can put it away yourself.'' Cindy grinned "I have a healthy appetite." Jack looked at her intently "Í bet you have." The intensity of the moment disappeared as quickly as it had arrived leaving Cindy feeling momentarily unnerved and excited at the same time. Was that a sexual connotation or was she just allowing her current hangover to mash all rational thought? She thought back to Jack's Truth or Dare question from the previous evening and Cindy sensed that Jack could be dangerous and the thought excited her beyond belief. "I could almost see Cindy's mind working over time when I reckoned she had a healthy appetite. Of course she wasn't aware that I was watching her play with herself earlier, but the voracious way in which she had used her vibrator had told me everything I needed to know about her. However to look at her now in her pyjamas and her blonde hair in a pony tail you wouldn't think she was naughty. I say naughty, because I was pretty sure her earlier performance in the conservatory had been for my benefit, I just had to find a way of her confirming that to me, but that shouldn't be a problem. I am a master at getting people to confide in me, they tell me their dreams but more importantly their fantasies. You see I am not just a master spectator I am also a proficient fantasy creator. The more someone releases themselves to me, the more intense their experience is it's as simple as that. As I helped Cindy clear the table, I knew she thought I was a bit edgy and perilous and by her body language I didn't think she would mind one bit. I was looking forward to taking her on a journey she would never forget." Jack followed Cindy through to the living room. Kneeling in front of the log fire, Cindy lit a pile of logs with an expertise that impressed Jack. Most women wouldn't know how to light a pile of wood if their lives depended on it. Quickly, the logs took light, filling the living room that had been darkened by December morning with a warm amber glow. Standing up, Cindy switched on the fairy lights that adorned the mantelpiece. Her hangover was thankfully abating and as Jack settled himself on her sofa, Cindy hoped he was planning on staying. "So how was I going to suggest I stayed for a while without sounding like a plank of wood? I hadn't felt so interested in anyone for a very long time. It had been a lot longer than I cared to admit to be honest. Usually, I preferred no strings attached sex and feeling too much interest in one person was alien to me. Not that I was a loner who sneaked around invading peoples privacy I hasten to add. As Cindy settled herself in the armchair facing me, I decided to deal with the situation head on. I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable or compelled to entertain me, although the thought of Cindy entertaining me in a sexual fashion was exciting me more than I cared to admit. I was aware that total corruption needed to be taken one step at a time. So, I relaxed. To complete a mission, I had to be in total control of the situation to determine success." "I can go if you want to recuperate alone. I was only calling round to help ease your hangover, I didn't expect breakfast." Jack said, trying to sound as casual as possible Cindy waved her hand in dismissal. "No seriously, stay. I could do with the company. I don't have anything planned for today, plus I'm feeling better already." Jack raised his eyebrows. "I take it the grease of the full English breakfast is successfully soaking up last nights alcohol?" Cindy laughed. "Yeah, something like that, plus your vitamin C dosage has helped. I just feel tired, that must be my liver trying to bring itself back to life." "Well, feel free to go back to bed if you like, I won't stop you." Jack gave her another of his intense looks before adding, "I wont be offended." Cindy held his gaze. "I promise you I'm fine." Suddenly the thought of having Jack wrapped beneath her bedcovers naked entered Cindy's mind. There it was again, the sexual connotation in his voice followed by that really horny slow smile, crossing over Jack's lips; she knew she hadn't imagined it. Jack was flirting with her and it made her feel all warm inside. "I decided that I needed to determine how much of last night Cindy remembered. As she leant over the armchair to grab her glass of orange juice, her pyjama bottoms started to ride down, slightly showing me the line of her pert bottom. I felt myself feeling instantly aroused. I wanted to pull them down and lick her from back to front. I experienced an overwhelming desire to taste her as she came in my mouth before fucking her hard and throwing her around the bedroom. There has always been something really appealing to me about petite girls, they reminded me of rag dolls, and I hoped Cindy would be as versatile. I stopped the thoughts as quickly as they entered my mind. Back to my mission, did Cindy really remember anything from the night before?" "Do you remember anything from last night?" Jack casually asked as Cindy readjusted her pyjama bottoms and settled herself back in her seat. "Of course I remember I wasn't in a totally comatose state was I?" Jack shook his head. "No. The Truth or Dare game do you remember that?" Cindy felt a flush of heat run through her from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. "I remember." She conceded. "I remember thinking I can't do a dare because that might have involved me making some kind of movement." Now it was Jacks turn to laugh. "Don't worry, I wouldn't have asked you to perform anything too ambitious." "That's a good call." Cindy replied feeling a sudden urge to touch herself. "I remember your truth question if that's what you are getting at." Cindy twirled her hair in her fingers aware that she had adopted a coquettish look that she was hoping would drive Jack to distraction. "Did it turn you on?" Jack candidly asked. Cindy nodded a flush of pink diffusing her face. "It did yes." As the sexual tension picked up a pace Jack felt more confident about taking things further. "I was thinking we could play the Truth or Dare game sober. In my opinion and tell me if you beg to differ, but I think it would be the perfect way to spend a Sunday." Jack shrugged as casually as he could muster seeing as his cock was suddenly taking on a life of its own in his jeans at the very thought. Cindy felt herself stir inside at Jack's suggestion and she couldn't believe how daring she felt in his presence. "That sounds great to me." "Game on." "You go first." Cindy tucked her legs beneath her making herself more comfortable. She hadn't been this turned on for many years. Jack leant over and put his cup of coffee on the small table beside him before sitting back on the sofa. "Okay. Truth or Dare?'' "Truth." Cindy replied. Jack folded his arms, leaning forward he rested them on his knees and looked intently at Cindy. "When you played with yourself this morning did you know I was watching?" Cindy shook her head, "No but I was fantasizing you were. Then that thought led to another and another." She paused. "You must have seen the result?'' Jack arched his eyebrow approvingly and nodded, a self satisfied smirk danced across his lips. "I certainly did and it was quite a good show, you made me hard. Have you ever played with yourself in front of someone before?" Cindy waved her finger at him. "Not telling, then you would be getting two truths for the price of one." Jack smiled. "You can't blame a man for trying can you? Anyway, it's your turn to ask me." "Okay, Truth or Dare Jack?" "I will choose Truth, it's too early in the game and in the morning for me to be accepting dares." Cindy pursed her lips in thought. "What is the naughtiest thing you ever done? I mean sexually of course." Jack nodded. "I knew exactly what you meant Cindy." "I obviously wasn't going to divulge the naughtiest thing I had ever done to Cindy so soon. I didn't want to scare her away before my plan of corrupting her had taken off the ground so to speak. However, I did wonder if possibly I was doing Cindy a disservice. Maybe she wasn't as innocent as she looked. After all, I needed to take into account that she'd imagined me watching her that morning as she'd made herself come. I decided to give her a mild version of events of the first time I corrupted someone. I needed to gauge Cindy's reaction and see how far I could take her, which I hoped was the absolute pinnacle of corruption, I could feel my cock stir at the very thought." "I can't divulge the naughtiest thing I've done. I believe in taking things slowly, whether you believe that or not is up to you?" Jacks eyes twinkled at her, and his teasing smirk reappeared across his lips. Cindy blushed. She felt like she'd made a real fool of herself. Jack watched the pink tinge creep across Cindy's cheeks, allowing her to feel a slight moment of embarrassment before bursting out laughing. He leant over and put his hand on her knee causing a thousand volts to surge through her. "I'm only joking. I'll tell you one of the naughty things I have done but not the naughtiest okay?" Cindy looked at him and shook her head. "You need to stop teasing me." Jack lightly stroked her knee with his fingers. "Now, where would the fun be in that? Anyway, I will never be able to stop doing that, it's in my nature and hopefully you will enjoy me teasing you for a while to come yet." Leaning back on the sofa Jack paused momentarily and looked up at the ceiling as if trying to wrack his brains for a suitable story to tell before looking back at Cindy. He folded his arms to his chest. "Okay, I met a girl at university. She wasn't the prettiest girl on the campus but there was something about her. She dressed a little quirky with striped tights and mismatched skirts and jumpers. On anyone else the outfits would have made them look like a rag bag of mismatched nonsense but Lucy carried the look off with aplomb. She had flaming red hair and creamy, pale skin that only served to enhance her almond shaped green eyes. We started talking one day as we were both sat in the university cafeteria waiting for our lectures. We got on really well and arranged to meet in the bar that evening for a beer. We started seeing each other from then on and after a while, well, three weeks to be exact we slept together. She wasn't very adventurous at first, very much your typical missionary girl; she was really inexperienced and I suppose I found that a bit of a turn on if I'm being honest. Eventually with some coaxing she opened herself up to me in more ways than one. Once I started to introduce her to different things it was like she couldn't get enough. It was near the end of the semester when we were all due to go home for the summer holidays that she confessed that she had a boyfriend back home." "Did that bother you?" Cindy asked. Jack shook his head. "Not really. I was young, dumb and full of come, we'd had our fun and I knew that when I got back home I wouldn't find it difficult to find some other girl who would be willing to entertain me but I found myself wondering what Lucy was going to be like when she got home and started fucking her boyfriend. It was obvious that he would soon be wondering how the hell his innocent girlfriend had gone away to Uni and had returned after suddenly developed a penchant for sucking cock and anal sex. I assumed that before she had left for Uni Lucy's boyfriend had been used to making love in the traditional sense, not having someone bouncing on his cock with her arse. I brought the matter up to her as I watched her pack her suitcase ready to leave the next day. As she hauled her packed suitcase of the bed she placed it at her feet and smiled at me." "He'll be in for a treat Jack won't he? I'll just tell him that I've grown up and been watching a lot of porn. What the eyes can't see the heart cant grieve over eh?" I remember thinking at the time that it would be a great sight to see, sweet innocent Lucy of old gone and the new Lucy corrupting her boyfriend with all the stuff we had done. I told her to knock on my door the next morning before she left because I would have a present waiting for her. Cindy raised her eyebrows and Jack laughed. "I know what you are thinking and it wasn't that kind of present, it was something far more exciting in my opinion than that. Anyway, she agreed and that afternoon I went out shopping. The following morning she knocked on my door as arranged and I gave her the present I had bought. She ripped off the wrapping paper, her eyes shining like a child opening their first Christmas present and there it was, a webcam. She looked at me a little confused and then I explained by reasoning behind this very unromantic gift. I thought she would be reluctant about carrying out my plan at first but then she smiled and bit her lip. She agreed to add me to Skype and let me watch her fuck her boyfriend without him knowing. I didn't hear off Lucy for around three weeks and I thought she had decided to forget our little arrangement but one night I received her Skype request. I accepted and we chatted, I outlined what I wanted her to do and the plan was very soon all in place." Cindy could feel herself move into a horny plain that she'd never experienced before. She imagined Jack in his bedroom, lay on his bed wanking as he watched Lucy corrupt her unsuspecting boyfriend. She could literally see the scenario unfold in her mind. She imagined Lucy undressing, her dress slipping to the floor, her body decked out in horny sexy lingerie. Cindy imagined her lying her boyfriend down and taking him in her mouth deep as Jack watched. "Hello, Earth to Cindy?" Jack's voice interrupted her reverie. "Sorry, I was just thinking that's all." Cindy's voice trailed away. Jack smiled. "You were imagining it wasn't you?" Cindy nodded and bit her finger. God, all she wanted to do now was to fuck Jack. Her pussy was aching to feel him deep inside her. She wanted him to corrupt her like he had obviously corrupted Lucy. That was the only coherent thought that was present in her mind that was a mish mash of images of Jack watching Lucy perform, Lucy fucking and the shock on her unsuspecting boyfriends face. "The minute Cindy had adopted that faraway gaze in her eyes; I knew she had been imagining it all. I got a kick out of making her use her own imagination, after all, the mind is the most powerful of tools a human possesses. It would have taken the kinky edge off the whole thing if I'd gone into a graphic description of what I watched that night and now was the perfect time for me to see if Cindy would accept my advances." "Ok, now I've answered your Truth or Dare question Cindy, its your turn. Do you want truth or are you brave enough for a dare?" Cindy felt her mouth go dry, it was as if all her fluids had gone down South and were pumping out of her pussy. "Truth." She answered. Jack looked at her intently. "Do you want to see my cock?" Cindy nodded. Her heart was banging in her chest as Jack stood up and unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, feeling a thrill as he watched Cindy's eyes leave his face and look down, the smile that lit up her face was all he needed to know. Cindy watched as he expertly stroked his thick length. All sense of right and wrong left her in an instant. She wasn't the sleeping around type but Jack with his stories and his Truth or Dare game had opened up something inside her that she never knew existed and was sure would never be closed again if she allowed herself to be part of Jack's world but she didn't care. She felt daring, she felt unbearably horny and for the first time in her life she knew what she wanted. "I am going to dare you Cindy. A truth and a dare for the price of one but I can be forgiven for being a little cheeky seeing as you can see what you have done to my cock. So, I dare you to come over here and suck me and I want you to imagine that you are being watched." "I could feel my cock begin to throb as Cindy moved off her chair and made her way across the living room floor on all fours. Her mouth was just begging to be fucked and when she knelt before me I stroked her face as she expectantly opened her mouth. I put cock inside and felt her tongue swirl around the tip before she took my whole length in her mouth in one. The warmth of her mouth my cock felt like it had died and found a whole new Nirvana. She sucked me slowly at first before picking up pace with a hunger that astounded me and encouraged me to thrust my hips in the same rhythm I would use if I had been fucking her pussy. The juices from her mouth slid down my cock and onto my balls. I reached for my mobile phone off the arm of the sofa and moved it into video mode and filmed her as she gagged on my cock before taking it out of her mouth. Slowly she started to wank me, her eyes looking up at me all the time as she did so. I could feel myself reach number eight on my personal coming scale and then I stopped her. I didn't want to come. Not yet." As Jack pulled his cock away from Cindy she looked up at him, a mist of confusion crossed her elfin features. Jack looked down at her and smiled. "I don't want to come yet." Cindy couldn't help but feel a stone of disappointment to drop inside her stomach. She had been so looking forward to Jack fucking her. Jack put his cock back inside his pants and sat down so his face was close to hers. He leant forward and kissed her, wiping the juices of her cock sucking from her face. "I want to fuck you. Is that what you want?" He murmured. Cindy nodded, of course she wanted him to fuck her, she felt like her pussy was ready to explode. "Do you like the idea of being watched?" Jack asked. His eyes searching hers, he wanted to see honesty from her. There was no point him continuing if Cindy was in any way reticent about the idea. Cindy nodded, right now the way she was feeling the whole street could have been in the house watching Jack fuck her for all she cared. Jack stood up and pulled Cindy to her feet. He put his arms around her and kissed her, his tongue probing her mouth before expertly finding hers making her feel weak with desire. "Do you want to go out tonight? There's somewhere I would like to take you. I think you'll love it." The huskiness in his voice suggested that where he was going to take her would be somewhere she would never forget. Cindy felt a tinge of fear mixed with excitement but her desire to be fucked by Jack meant that there could ever only be one answer. She looked up at him, her eyes "Mission accomplished, my plan was now in place."