0 comments/ 80569 views/ 2 favorites Caught Wet Handed By: Roxy the Goth They knew they did not have much time. Heather would only be in class for another forty-five minutes and then she would come back to the room. Tonya didn't care. To her it was all Candy's fault anyway. If she hadn't worn that Catholic School girl outfit to poly sci then she wouldn't have been so fucking horny to start with. Well, to be honest, Candy always looked good. She was five six but with long legs. Her hair was dyed an intense Manic Panic red this week and cut in a long bob. Besides Candy's large breast, what turned her on the most was the tattoos that ran down her back. Interlocking dragons ran from the base of her neck to the small of her back. This gave Candy a true hard edge in Tonya's mind. Not that she felt left out in the looks department either. She herself was five-seven and in really great shape. Her breast were smaller but much more sensitive to the touch. She hoped that she would pick-up more of Candy's natural 'freakness' in a year or two. After all she was a frosh and Candy was a third year student. To try Tonya had shaved her head down to stubble and pierced her nipples. She walked around campus in knee high lace up boots all the time. To add to that today she had on a black tank-top and a vinyl mini-skirt. Tonya quickly through in a Siouxsie tape she had just bought for a quarter while Candy jumped onto her bed. Tonya double checked the lock on the door, hoping Heather would be late. By the time she turned around Candy had pulled her panties to her knees and was slowly circling her own clit with her fingers. Not to be left behind Tonya pulled her skirt off, glad she skipped underwear today, and leaped onto the bed. Their tongues were quickly buried in each others mouths. Tonya let Candy work on herself while she ripped at the buttons of her white blouse. Once open she undid the latches between the over filed black lace cups. Tonya wrapped her lips around Candy's large left nipple. The pearl was hard and she sucked on it aggressively, the way she liked it. Both women worked their fingers into each other's pussies. In perfect rhythm to the in and out motion Candy was also rubbing her clit with her thumb. Tonya was in pure bless. Candy was moaning softly and telling her of all the wild things they would do over the weekend when her room mate was gone. That must have been why they didn't hear the door open. "You fucking dykes!" Heather yelled as she walked in. Both of them shot up to look at Tonya's room mate standing right there. It would have been bad enough if it was just Heather but, no it wasn't. There was also Jill and Meg, Heather's bitchy friends. The three of them were rich girls and all Barbie doll clones. Long blonde hair, clear skin, blue eyes and big breast. Their English Lit class got out way early and they were going to grab Heathers American Express and go shopping. Tonya was red with embarrassment and about to cry. Candy sat there as cool as one can be with their tits hanging out and their pussy in clear view. "Heather...I...We thought that..." Tonya stuttered. "That you what? Come into my room and fuck like lezboes?" Heather sternly yelled. The other two giggled. Tonya began to reach for her clothes when Heather stepped on them. "Oh no you don't! I think you two should finish what you started!" she barked, "And I think we will stay and watch. Seeing you didn't seem to care if I came in any way!" "She probably thought you would join in." Jill giggled. Tonya felt like she was going to die. She looked to Candy who gave her a soft smile. "Okay. Both of you, strip!" Heather commanded. Silently they removed the rest of their clothing and sat looking to Heather for farther orders. For some odd reason this was turning Tonya on. "69. Don't stop until both of you cum for each of us that have to watch you perverts! Three times sluts!" Heather ordered. Candy laid on her back and slowly and unsure Tonya straddled her face. Acting like they weren't being watched by the three bitches, Candy grabbed Tonya's ass and pulled it to her face. Her lips spreading her open and her tongue instantly fucking her. Tonya looked to the three other women, who were leaning against the desk, then at Candy's spread legs and back at the others. "Eat her cunt, bitch!" Heather hissed. Tonya yielded and lowered her face into Candy's crotch. Soon the licking she was giving and receiving took her away. She was re-charged in her lust and was moaning into Candy's full lips. The only reminder of the voyeurs was their cat-calls. "Eat it you dykes" "Cum all over each other." "Her pussy taste good?" It seemed to take a little longer but soon they both came. Tonya liked to stop after the first and rest for a few moments but, she doubted they would let her. Candy started to finger fuck her while she licked on her throbbing clit. This seemed like a good idea to her to. Perhaps they both would get off sooner and end this. Candy dropped her knees down flat to the sex soaked mattress. This gave her a clear view of the room. She was shocked at what she saw. Heather had dropped her designer jeans and was sitting on the desk using a vibrator on herself. Jill had also lifted her skirt and was rubbing her clit like a beast. Meg must have gone through her drawers and found her double headed dido. She had one end in her pussy and the other in her asshole. All the while calling them 'dirty dykes' and 'sluts'. Tonya came right on the spot. Being watched was not so bad. She dived into Candy with gusto. She tongued out the hot juices into her waiting mouth like her life depended on it. To go the extra mile she slipped her middle finger into Candy's ass. It did the trick. After that the hardest part was trying to eat Candy out and watch the other three at the same time. All to soon Candy and Tonya exploded a third time. "All right." Heather panted pulling her jeans back up. "I think you have learned you lessons." "Not yet." Said Meg. She handed her dildo to Candy and the vibrator to Tonya. "Lick them" clean she ordered. As they did it the other three women left. Yes, being watched can be fun. Caught Wet Handed The sight of cum spilling from the girls mouth was just too much to take as my moans joined those on the screen. My eyes were riveted on the show in front of me, my attention so keen on the actors delighting in a cum fest that it was your words that broke my spell, alerted too late to your presence. "Oh, um… Josh-Sir you're home." I say, stating the obvious as I pull my legs shut, my fingers sticky with my fresh juices, my face burning as I flounder for the remote wanting to turn off the porn even as the sounds from the TV increase in volume. You stand impassive, leaning against the door frame just watching me. Watching your slut caught playing with herself when she was under a restriction you had imposed. Watching how I try to arrange myself, pulling my skirt down but my panties discarded beside the bed. You close the short distance and pick them up, holding them as a dark smile crosses your face. "Missing something?" My heart fully ready to leap from my mouth, not wanting to open it for fear of what I might say but knowing you expect a response. My eyes on yours, finding your expression unreadable knowing only that you caught me going against your wishes, my eyes drifting from your face to my panties, visibly wet from the teasing excitement of watching the DVD. "Please…" I begin, stalling still unsure where my words are going to take me. "I'm sorry Sir, I didn't mean to play, I was just watching, waiting for you but then…" my words trailing off as I chew my lip, knowing my excuse sounds feeble, my eyes dropping to the ground waiting for your answer. "What was the last thing I told you today before I left?" "You said... you told me that I wasn't to play. That I was not allowed to cum until you returned home." "Uh-hmmm." You walk around to the other side of the bed, still holding my wet panties, my eyes following you and having to turn my body in order to keep you in sight. The movement of twisting on the bed causing my skirt to ride up, the smooth skin of my thighs, you can see the first paw print of my tattoo on the inside of my thigh and you imagine the other little paws, each print moving up to my pussy which you know will be pink and swollen, flushed and wet both from the playing and from the current situation. My body betraying me, even as I know I have bought you displeasure my nipples are visibly hard and my cheeks are red, my love/hate of pain and punishment tensing my body. Your body. Your slut. "So you did hear me loud and clear then Rose? You just decided to ignore me? Is that what I am hearing?" "N… Yes Sir" Wanting to deny it, not wanting you upset at me but knowing the truth is always more important. "And how many times did my little whore cum today?" Your eyes drill into me, daring me to lie to you as if to say no matter my answer you know the truth. "Only twice Sir." "Only. Hmph." A silence hangs, you look away from me and I watch you, trying to read your body, wanting to read your mind and wondering what I can say to appease you. You turn back to look at me and I know that smile, I know you have thought of some appropriate punishment. "Come, grab that DVD and we will watch it together in the lounge." You leave the room without waiting for me, leaving me to scramble off the bed and grab the movie. Walking down the hall and into the lounge to find you already naked and sitting on the couch in front of the TV. You have the remote but haven't turned the TV on, waiting for me to do it as you sit back and watch. Bending down to open the DVD player my ass and pussy are flashed to you as my skirt rides up. Aware of my exposure I linger, giving you a full view, parting my legs a little and wiggling while trying to pretend I don't realize, fiddling with the DVD player before standing up and turning around. "There, all done Sir." I can't help but smile as I see your cock, hard against your stomach, the sight of it sending a little thrill through me making me tingle, getting wetter knowing I will have your cock in mere minutes. I drop down on the couch next to you, snuggling up close as the DVD begins to play, my mind more on your cock throbbing so close to me then the scene on TV. Your eyes, however, never leave the screen, watching intently, ignoring me. The familiar irk that you would ignore me rises, knowing you tease and this is punishment and it is meant to make me feel inadequate I squirm impatiently beside you, my eyes moving from the TV to your face as you continue to stare as though I am not there. Taking a bold move, dropping my head into your lap, my lips not quite touching your cock waiting to see if you will stop me but my movement still getting no response. Thinking I have worked out your plan to ignore me completely I smile and let my tongue extend, licking slowly up your shaft, the hard metal ball from my piercing sliding over your skin. Still getting no response and feeling surer of myself now I slip to the floor, settling between your knees, my hands rubbing your thighs as you act oblivious to my presence. My tongue lapping at the increasing spilling of precum, whimpering as my tongue probes your slit before my mouth engulfs your head, lips resting beneath the ridge of your head. My hands meanwhile had moved from your thighs, one cupping your balls the other curling around your cock. Looking up as I suck your cock into my mouth further, your eyes still on the TV ignoring me, I can hear the sounds of sex coming from the speakers behind me, the sound affecting me in combination with your cock in my mouth as I moan and begin to suck you. I love your cock; I worship it like I do you, always eager to have you in my mouth, to make you cum so that the focus is on your pleasure. My guilty pleasure is that I love it as much as you do, love the hardness against my tongue, the movement of your hips as you start to get closer, the explosion of cum as I drink down my reward. Lips tight around your shaft as you slide in and out of my mouth, my nails teasing the sensitive skin beneath your balls, stretching back to your ass, rubbing lightly before increasing the pressure as I suck you faster, your cock filling my mouth and then my throat, your hips bucking up pushing it in deeper making my eyes water suddenly and my throat contract around your shaft. Before I can pull away your hand is in my hair and your hips are thrusting up and down, your ass lifting from the couch as you use my mouth, your eyes still on the TV though, using my mouth merely to masturbate in as though I wasn't there. Your indifference making me ache, trying my best to keep up with your rapid thrusting wanting to please you and have some acknowledgement from you. Your groan filling my ears, at the same time feeling the shaft of your cock harden in my mouth, my lips sealing tighter only to have your hand in my hair grip a handful and pull me from you, your cock sliding from my mouth as you push me from you and I watch your cum shooting from your cock before my eyes, the white cream covering your stomach, crying out in protest at your denial. "Josh!" "Take off your skirt." You put out your hand, your eyes still focus on the TV even as your drip cum and your cock slowly softens. I obey, biting back all the words that come to my lips and hand you my skirt. Sitting there on the floor naked from the waist down watching you wipe your cum, my prize, with my skirt before tossing it on the ground. "Now you know how I felt to walk in and see you enjoying yourself with no thought of me. When I tell you something I expect you to respect me Rose." Your tone was quiet, your words delivered evenly as you finally look down at me. "I'm sorry Sir. I truly am!" "I expect you are. And now that you know how I felt, you can better understand my punishment for you." Again that smile, teasing and evil and dark all at once. And the slow dawning realization that your moves to ignore me like that was merely the start of your punishment. You stand from the couch, reaching for your pants and telling me to stand. I rise from the floor watching you, my stomach going tense as I see you removing your belt from your pants, licking my lips and twisting my fingers as the familiar sensations rush through me, exhilaration and fear entwining around my spine as you fold the belt in half and slap the leather strap against your hand all the while smiling your smile at me. With a nod of your head you indicate the table, familiar with your instructions I walk slowly over to it, trembling slightly and avoiding looking over my shoulder to see if you are following me. My hands rest on the cool wood as I bend over the table, leaning forward my ass sticking out and my feet sitting slightly apart. And even with the anticipation and knowing of what is to come, the first strike makes me cry out, not from pain, from something akin to pain. You lean over me, your chest pressing against my back as you lean to whisper in my ear "I want you to count. And if I don't hear you it doesn't count. Fifteen strikes for my sweet slut's ass." Your words as always effect me as much as any touch, I moan and say one, licking my lips and bracing myself as you stand up, your hand rubbing lightly over my ass as though working out where to position the next blow. A second and third lick of the belt are followed by me counting, clear and strong even as the pain starts to increase and my skin turns red. Number four and five I have to gasp, and on six I cry out in pain, you can see the tremble of my body. But more clearly you can see my cunt wet, and you deliver the seventh blow between my legs, the leather slapping against my wet lips hard causing me to jerk upwards. "Legs wider Rose, let me see my cunt." "Y-yes Sir." My voice no longer strong, nails biting into my palms as though the pain can take away from that of my ass. Blows eight, nine and ten you aim for my left check, hitting the same spot in rapid succession, my counting occurring as the next blow falls. Ten comes out as a sob, two thirds of the way there and I am torn between asking you to stop and begging for more. As though reading my thoughts you lean forwards again, your hand caressing the burning skin giving fresh pain and yet soothing at the same time. "Should I stop pet? Or do you want more?" Biting my lip, preying you don't want an answer as you stand back up. Releasing my pent up breath just as you swing and again deliver a strike between my legs, this time the leather catching my clit making me scream. "I said, should I stop or do you want more!" "More Sir. I deserve the 15 you said." My voice quiet, my head hidden as my cheeks burn, hating you for making me say it. "Tell me you want it, that you deserve it, tell me why." "I deserve it Sir because I disobeyed you, I want it because I…" my voice faltering, taking a breath thankful for you patience as you let me speak "…because I'm a slut, that is why and that is why I deserve it too. I love you, you keep me as yours which gives me the greatest pleasure, you give me what I need and what I need is the last five strokes of the belt Josh-Sir." You answer with another strike of the belt, the leather caressing my skin even as it delivers pain. I speak the numbers as clear as I can eleven, twelve, and thirteen, each blow making me moan and my hips rocking as though I was fucking an invisible cock. A pause, biting my lip as you let the anticipation build, as the inside of my thighs glisten with my juices and I squirm, unable to stop the whimpers now. You look at my criss-crossed ass, red and welting. You see the want of my body, how with every blow the red hot pain has fueled my fire of desire. You take aim and strike. Fourteen and fifteen, between my legs once more, my screams of pain the same as my screams of pleasure and you know I could cum with just the barest touch of you or perhaps even with just a word. I sag onto the table, letting it support my weight, letting the coolness of the wood seep into me as though it could cool the fire within. My eyes closed and my breathing slowing as I gain control of my body. "Thank you Sir." My eyes open as I feel you blowing the scorched skin of my ass, you've knelt down behind me and blow softly to direct the cool air over my skin. Your hands running over my ass as you blow down my slit, the skin there as hot and red as my ass, from both the belt and my own desire. Moaning and squirming, feeling my cunt aching for attention, your tongue sending sparks through me as you lap at my spilling juices, running along the edges of my lips, avoiding my clit, my body tensing and whimpering your name softly. My whimper turning into a moan as you push two fingers into me, my walls clasping at them and pushing back to fuck your fingers, your face in my pussy watching how your slut needs you, how I would fuck anything to relieve the pressure, getting wetter as your fingers slide in and out of me. My soft velvet pussy tightens around your fingers and you know I am close, your tongue flicks at my clit making me moan and I push myself up from the table, pushing back onto your face and fingers ready to explode. And then suddenly you are gone, my pussy left empty and clenching in need, my clit aching. Moaning in frustration I look at you, see you smirk and slap my ass hard with your hand, the pain roaring through me again and my hips bucking. "So fucking close aren't you slut. How much do you want my cock?" "Oh Gods Josh, please…" My foot stamping on the ground almost like a girl having a tantrum, you can see I'm biting at the inside of my mouth, struggling for control even as my hand moves towards my clit. "Don't you dare." You glare and slap my hand away, your hand going back into my hair forcing my head down pinning me to the table as your other hand circles your cock and pushes it into my aching pussy. One thrust and you are enveloped in my walls and I am moaning your name, squirming beneath you trying to fuck you as you keep me pinned, leaving me to writhe wantonly. "Oh fuck, oh fuck fuck yeesss, Josh I'm gonna cumm…" "Like hell you are you little bitch." You pull away from me, your cock sliding from me leaving me to cry out in despair, my eyes pleading with you. Your cock slippery with my juices rubs against my lips, against my tight star, teasing me keeping so close to the edge. Your hand still in my hair as you lean over me, kissing my back, up my neck and biting softly at the side of it. Sucking harder until the blood vessels break and a small bruise forms, a little mark of your possessiveness. Your head presses against my entrance again, I moan at the delicious feeling as you push into me, entering me with a deliberately teasing slowness as I press my ass back against you, burning skin connecting with you as your hips press against the swell of my ass, each inch of you cock sinking deeper and deeper into my pussy. Our bodies pressing together as you hold yourself inside me, my walls clenching tight around your cock slowly relaxing to accommodate your cock filling me. Trying to arch beneath you as you flex your cock, stretching my walls further, moaning and biting my lip as you pull away slowly, your cock almost slipping completely from my gripping pussy before you thrust in hard, the force pushing my hips hard into the table, your movements suddenly rapid as you fuck me hard, moaning in my ear to cum. Barely aware of your words, your cock demanding my pussy to cum as you thrust hard and deep, pinning me to the table, fucking me like I have needed finally, the tension of the whole day culminating as I explode around your cock, screaming your name and begging for more, your pounding never stopping as you take me, the table moving and making protesting sounds at the force of our fucking. The peak of my orgasm not subsiding as I cum again, the pleasure seeming too much as my head buzzes and my body soars. You pull from my cunt and guide your head to my ass, pushing against my tight star and without hesitation pushing into me as hard as you can against the fighting of my body. My ass tight as your head spears me open, my muscles clenching from my orgasm repelling you even as you push harder, making me scream with a beautiful fusion of pleasure and pain. "Yes, oh gods yes Josh-Sir yes. Fuck your sluts ass, mmm fuck me hard…" my words continuing as I beg for your cock, completely lost in you as we move together, both intent on just one thing, the mutual pleasure, the zenith of you cumming in me. Your cock completely buried in my ass, pulling away only to drive back into me, our rhythm matching as you slide in and out of me, filling me completely in long hard strokes, getting faster as you groan in my ear. Your cock throbbing within me before erupting, moaning as I finally get your cum, feeling it fill my ass and seep around your cock as you fall forwards onto me, both of us going limp and panting to recover. Caught Wet Handed Janie was walking to the baby sitting job she had agreed to take on during her summer break from college. She had baby sat for this client almost all the way through high school, so it seemed natural that she would return to the job when she had came back home a month ago. Her client was Mr. Woodbury, a widower for the past 4 years. His late wife had given birth to their first child only a short 4 months before the horrible car accident that had taken her life. Mr. Woodbury, Michael as he told me to call him, had talked to Janie's mom soon after the funeral and had asked if she could help out with the baby when he had evening appointments. So, that was the beginning of her baby sitting career. The first meeting between her and Michael had left Janie fantasizing nightly about the older man. Michael was a handsome man by anyone's standards. He was 40 years old, stood about 6 ft 2, and from what she could tell, had an amazing build. His lightly graying black hair was kept fairly long, his bangs tending to fall across his eyes. His beautiful deep grey/green eyes never seemed to miss a thing, always aware and studying. A strong squared jaw and the poutiness of his lips always had commanded her attention. So all in all, Michael Woodbury was a handsome and extremely sexy man. As she thought about him, she glanced down at herself. If Michael was considered an Adonis, she would be considered a plain jane. Her long, black hair hung in a thick curtain down her back to end above her tailbone, emerald green eyes hidden behind ugly glasses, and a thickness to her body that was more than just curvy. The only thing she had going for her was her ample cleavage and bubble ass. Which she kept hidden under loose fitting clothes. Janie had decided long ago to never outshoot her limitations, meaning she never allowed her dreams to go past fucking his brains out. She shook her head to rid her self of the self loathing that was fast approaching as she walked up the walkway to Michael's small but upscale house. She rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer, slightly swaying foot to foot nervously. She was just about to ring the doorbell again when the door was flung open, "Shit, Janie, I'm sorry. I am running so behind! Come in, Come in!" Michael called out as he had already turned, and was running down the hallway only wrapped in a towel. Janie stood there and gaped, her imagination running wild and free at the sight of his naked back. She was absolutely shocked and turned on by him answering the door practically naked. She was still staring down the hall when he came back out a few minutes later, dressed in a nice suit with his hair slicked back away from his fresh shaved face. She was so lost in her day dream she didn't even notice he was now standing in front of her and waving a hand. "Janie? Are you ok?" his deep, raspy voice finally breaks through to her, making her jump slightly. "Oh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Woodbury! I guess I got caught up in, um, uh, my to do list after you get home. I mean after I leave. " She stammered out nervously, already feeling the blush creeping up her cheeks. His generous mouth split wide into a smile as he spied my cheeks reddening. "Ah, I think I understand, Janie. You got yourself a hot date tonight, do you? Lucky guy, I say." he joked, not realizing the real reason for her blush. "No, I don't date! I mean, No guys around here want a girl like me, all frumpy and plain. I have had a few dates back at college but they just end up leaving after the first couple dates. And I'm really not sure why I just told you that." she uttered fast. "Well, speaking for men with brains and good taste, I think you're a very beautiful young lady and you should hold out for a guy who can appreciate that." his eyes bore into mine deeply. For an awkward few seconds, we stood there and stared deep into each others eyes. His sudden shake of his head and cough broke the moment. "Oh, uh, little Katie is in bed already. She had a hard day of playing so it tuckered her out. She should at least sleep until I return tonight. I would say I should be home around ten, maybe a little later. I have a late dinner meeting with some prospective clients. As usual, help yourself to anything in the house, and if you need me, you have my cell number." he mumbled quickly, seeming a bit nervous. "Ok, Mr. Woodbury. Me and Katie will be just fine. I will check on her often. Take as long as you need, I don't have anywhere to go." I replied softly, and held the door open. She watched him walk to his car and slide into the leather seat gracefully, the movement of his body was intoxicating to say the least. As he pulled out of the drive, she turned and closed the door. The feeling that had flooded through her when their eyes had locked was dangerous. If she'd had any courage or confidence at that moment, she probably would have kissed him and then asked questions later. As it was, she was not courageous and couldn't fathom ever hitting on Michael and it ending well. So she shoved the feelings away and headed to the back bedroom to check on Katie. She was sleeping peacefully, her little arms hugging the teddy bear Janie had gotten her the day she had to left for college. No other woman had been around the little girl long enough to really have the motherly effect like Janie. So the day that she'd had to leave, Katie had taken it hard. Hence, the soft and cuddly teddy bear. Janie turned, quietly closing the door as she headed back down the hall towards the kitchen. She was rather dry mouthed after the events that happened, so she grabbed a glass bottle of high priced water. Smiling softly, remembering that Michael had bought this water just for her, knowing she didn't drink soda and couldn't stand coffee. God, how she wished she was thin, attractive, and Michael's type. With a sigh, she plopped down on the couch and proceeded to the kill the next hour watching absolutely nothing on tv. Janie stands and walks around the house again, peeking into Katie's room quickly while she was up. On the return trip to the living room, she sees Michaels bedroom door was left open in haste. Curiosity driving her, she enters the room and studies his personal space closely. He was definitely very manly if his choices of colors and furnishing had anything to say about it. Of course, the main attraction of the room was the huge mahogany king sized bed, the linen a indigo blue and light grey diamond pattern. The duvet looked wonderfully soft and comforting, urging her to crawl up and wrap herself within Michaels scent. Pure will drove that thought from her mind, and she turns to head out. The blinking light on his computer catches her attention and she automatically walks towards it to shut it down for him. He must have forgot to do it himself because of the rush. She moves the mouse so the screensaver unlocks and shows her the desktop. Her mouth pops open in shock at the image staring back at her. Michael had a picture of her as his wallpaper. It was a picture that had been taken last Halloween. Unbelievably, a friend had talked her into buying the revealing school girl costume for a party they had been invited to. Janie had to admit, it was a great picture of her and it definitely showed off her assets very well. The white button down dress shirt fitted her ample tits tight, and was unbuttoned to reveal the lacey edge of her white bra. Of course, she had on a short pleated skirt that fell mid thigh. White thigh high stockings with a glittery band at the top, and black pumps completed the outfit rather well. Her long black hair had been braided into pigtail braids that had laid on her tits enticingly. The picture had been taken by her friend, so she wasn't sure how Michael had gotten it. No matter how, it was incredibly flattering and surprising to see he liked it so much that he wanted to see it every time he got on his computer. Dismissing it quickly, the hope of him desiring her was squashed. He must only like it because she smiled in this picture. Which hardly happened in pictures. The past year had done its job mostly as far as expanding her experiences slightly with men, meaning she had indeed lost her virginity but it had not been a pleasant experience. So the mixture of fear of repeating her mistakes, and the strong possibility that Michael would reject her, firmly put a leash on her desire to act upon her attraction to him. But that didn't mean that she didn't fantasize about him, every night. The ideas that flew through her mind at night probably should be outlawed but she couldn't seem to help the raw desire from turning rather wicked in her thoughts. She leaves his room quickly, and heads back to the front room. In fact, the ideas were flying about at this moment as she laid back on the couch, resting her head upon the armrest. Her hands, with a mind of their own, began to slide up her plump belly to cup her large tits and thumb her stiffening nipples through the thin peasant top. The leather couch made a light squeak as her jean clad thighs spread wide. Janie began moaning and moving her hips up and down, her fingers pinching and pulling on her stiff nipples more aggressively. The clothes were in the way but she didn't dare strip, so she just pulled her shirt above her chest and slipped each full tit from her white lace bra. White, milky flesh spilled happily from the confinement to rest upon her belly, her hands now wandering down to unzip the jeans fully, allowing access to her fingers. The moment her fingers slipped against her wet and throbbing pussy, she moaned long and low. Using her thumb and forefinger to roll her clit around lazily, she moved the other hand back to tease her tits. The pleasure and naughtiness of doing this in Michaels house, on his couch, drove her orgasm to speed upon her quickly. Her legs flew open wider and trembled, her chest heaved as she came hard and fast. As the world stopped shaking, Janie quickly sat up and straightened her clothing. Just in time too because she just then heard Michaels car pulling into the driveway. "FUCK!" she whispered, panicking. She double checked her clothing and hair, scared that he would be able to tell what she had done. She glanced at the clock and saw it was only nine. He was coming home early. As the door opened, she was bent over at the waist, making sure there was no evidence left on the couch, not even considering her jeans now had a dark wet spot from her cumming. Janie looked over her shoulder and blushed furiously. Michael stood in the entryway to the living room, staring at her full, rounded ass. "Um, Janie? The meeting was a lot quicker that I had anticipated, obviously. Did you lose something? You need some help?" his voice cracked a bit and he walked beside her. "Oh, Michael! Shit, I mean Mr. Woodbury! I thought I had dropped the remote under the couch, but I see it on the table now." Janie practically shouted, then cringed as he leaned down. Janie about passes out when Michael leans down and presses the side of his head right against the part of the couch her ass had rested when she had came and slid his hand under the couch to make sure. She saw his eyes widen and his nose flare as he takes a very deep sniff. A small shiver races down his body and he stands up quickly, looking to her curiously. Before he can say anything, she mutters "I have to go, Mr. Woodbury. I, uh, have a summer reading list I should get started on." Turning on her heel, she races out of the door. Michael stood there and a slow smile spread across his face, spotting the bear sitting on the bookshelf facing the couch. What Janie had not known, was while she was at college, he had purchased nanny cams disguised inside of the bears scattered around the house. So if his guess was right, he would have some very hot and excellent jack off material of Janie masturbating on his couch. Caught Wet-Handed This is my second story...enjoy! Derrek and I had been really good friends ever since we met the summer before our freshman year at the University in a co-ed art seminar for new students. I still remember the day I met him...I was 18 years old and having an awesome summer with high school behind me, finally! It was a hot July morning and I was checking my belongings into the old dorm for the week-long seminar. I was saying goodbye to my parents when I saw him: about 6' tall, caramel skin, and a yellow bandana covering his curly hair. I could tell he was an athlete. I was immediately attracted to him. Over the course of the week we became buddies. We ate lunch together, worked out together, and made fun of the profs together too. At the end of the week, we exchanged phone numbers and e-mails so that we could keep in touch with one another until we came back to the University in the fall. Once fall arrived we accompanied each other to football games, frat parties, and smoked the "good green" together too. When our first year of college was over, I moved back home about an hour away and Derrick was staying at the University for the summer. After being home for a week, I was hating living with my parents again, missing my friends and the college life, but most of all missing Derrick. I called him up and he told be that there were jobs on campus for the summer and that I could probably stay in his dorm building if I really wanted to come back. I made the necessary phone calls and I was back at the University two days later. That summer we spent pretty much every day together. We would have 'mini-parties' in our rooms because there weren't many students around campus, it being summer and all. Occasionally, we'd get pretty tanked in Darrek's room and I'd end up passing out in his bed (too lazy to walk the 5 steps to my own room across the hall). And occasionally my passing out in his bed would lead to drunken fondling here and there, but it never went any further than that. Once I remember lying in his bed with my back to him and feeling his his erect cock against my lower back. Ever since then I've wanted a better look, but the opportunity hasn't presented itself. So now, two years since we met, Derreck and I are the best of friends. Sometimes when we're really high, we tell people that we're cousins. It's summertime again, but now we're got our own apartments, no more dorms! June is finally here and it's not cold anymore. This particular Thursday, I hanging out at Derrick's goofing off, having a bit to drink (and smoke), waiting for the Lakers/Nets game to start. "Hey, D!" I yell over the music blaring from his room. "Yo" he answers. "I've got the munchies. We should order pizza." "Okay, but you gotta call...I'm too high to talk on the phone right now." "I'll call, but you have to go pick it up." "Fine" he answers. So I call and order a large pizza and wings and we continue our pre-game festivities. A half hour or so passes and Derrek has to go and pick up our food. "Sasha!" he yells over the music. "You can hang out in my room and listen to music while I'm gone because I don't want ANYONE to touch the TV. It's the NBA Finals, no one touches the remote until the game is over!" "Whatever" I answer, flopping down in his computer chair. So Derrek leaves and I am alone in his room, looking through the mp3 collection on his computer. After finding a few of my favorite songs I notice some video files in his media folder as well. We share pretty much everything anyway, so I didn't think he'd mind me looking through his stuff. I decided to open one of the movie files. When I open the file, I am surprised to find a porno movie... a busty latina deepthroating a very well hung blonde man. I immediately closed it, a little scared. I was surprised to find something like that on Derrek's computer, but then thought 'well, yeah he is a guy'. Suddenly I was very aroused as I envisioned images of Derrek watching these movies, stroking his long tool. I was getting wetter by the second and figure that I'd better get myself off before he got back. I don't think I could sit through a whole basketball game with him, as horny as I am right now! I opened another of the the movies, this one featured a young blond girl with perky tits taking one cock in the ass and performing a superb blowjob on another. I was out of my jeans and panties in a flash, revealing creamy brown thighs and my shaven cunt. I fingered my hole furiously, trying to cum as quickly as possible as not to get caught. I rubbed and probed at my clit, trying to hold back my moaning. I started to climax and tried to keep quiet, but a loud "Ohhhh yesss" managed to escape. Just as I came down, I heard a noise that sounded like heavy breathing coming from the slightly cracked door that adjoins Derrek's room to the bathroom. I looked at the mirror over Derrek's desk and saw the reflection of him crouching behind the crack of the bathroom door. "Derrek!" I shrieked, throwing the nearest thing I could find at him (which happened to be an orange highliter). "What?!" he protested, "It's my room...and my pornos too" he said, almost laughing. "It's not funny!" I ranted. I was so embarrassed to be seen by him like this. I reached for my pants and underwear saying, "Well the game is starting soon, now that the food is here, we can eat." "Okay" he said as he moved my hand away from my clothes and gently pushed me back into the chair. I sat back down, not knowing what to expect, my bottom half still exposed. He knelt down and kissed me on my forehead and then dropped to his knees and inhaled the scent of my sex. His fingers gently spread my dark fleshy pussy lips open, exposing the little pink bud inside. Derrek flicked his tongue across my swollen clit only once and I thought I was going to explode. He stuck his long tongue into my dripping cunt, lapping up the juices from the orgasm that I'd had just moments before. I was breathing hard now and had starting running my fingers through the thick curls on the top of his head. "Do you like that?" I heard him ask from down below. All I could do was moan in response. Derrek was now teasing my clit with his tongue and pumping two of his fingers in and out of my love canal. The fireworks in my brain exploded sending me to my second orgasm of the evening. Derrek cleaned up the mess he'd made by licking up all the sweet nectar that flowed from my hole. Still reeling in my orgasm, I managed to get Derrek to his feet. I knelt in front of him, practically ripping his pants his pants off, because I knew I was finally going to have that same bick cock that I felt against my back last summer. I got his pants and boxers down to his ankles and revealed the most beautiful penis that I have ever seen in my life! A good 9 inches long and fully erect, staring me right in the face. I did the natural and took it into my hand and began to stroke it. I licked the glistening pre-cum from the head and savored the taste, knowing there would be more later on. I licked my way down his long shaft all the way down to his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. I heard a satisfied groan from my friend in response. After I covered his cock in saliva I began to slowly bob my head up and down his cock. After taking him a few times, I finally felt the head at the back of my throat. Derrek grabbed my head and thrusted his tool into my waiting mouth. His grip tightened as he came, as he shot his load down my throat. I milked his cock, not wanting to waste any of his precious cum. I swallowed every drop, and I was really proud of myself for making him cum too. Derrek picked me up and carried me over to his bed and gently laid me across it. He climbed on top of me, his stiffening penis just inches from my pussy, and he looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me on the lips for the first time. He drove his tongue into my mouth, mixing our juices together. He broke our kiss to nibble on my ear and kiss his way down to my heaving chest. With one hand kneading my left breast, he sucked my right nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and bit it gently. Derrek kissed me on my lips again and then looked me in the eyes and said, "I've been waiting for this since the day I met you." And as those words escaped his lips he drove his steel monster into my waiting cunt. I gasped at his entrance. A few long strokes and I had taken all of him. Derrek drove in and out and quickly sent me to another orgasm, showing his stiff prick with my juices. He started to pick up the pace and pushed my knees up toward my chest for deeper penetration. Small beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he continued to pump his cock in and out of my sticky hole. I was on the verge cumming again so was he. He lowered my legs back to 'missionary' position and he kissed me in the heat of our sex. Derrek started kissing and sucking on my neck and that sent me over the edge into climax. My pussy spasmed around his cock and he couldn't hold back any longer. Derrek sprayed his cum deep into my cunt. We laid there after Derrek shot his load with him still inside of me and he kissed me on the forehead just like he had done earlier in the evening. We ended up watching the game in his room that night and continued where we left off when the game went off. Needless to say, our friendship has been quite different since then!