The Girl On The Video - S01 E03

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The Girl On The Video - S01 E03

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"That's better," she said when she was finished. "Want to go further? My thong is dripping right now."

"I need to add a ground rule," I said. "No more public sex. No hanky panky on the subway, no sexiness on office computers. We keep this neat and above-board. I don't need to get arrested for doing something in public."

"Sure, deal. Is this about...?"

"It is," I said. Megan had hired me and had been involved in my background investigation. There was a little blip in my personal history that I preferred not discussing. That blip meant it would be a bad thing if got arrested. The fact that Megan knew Jesse and that she could vouch for me was part of the reason I got the job. That blip on my history made things challenging.

Megan cocked an eyebrow, then nodded.

"Deal," she said. "Now are you going to take off your underwear or am I going to die of horniness?"

"You first," I said.

Megan leapt up and turned, pointing her slender, trim ass at the camera and giving it a gentle shake. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the narrow cord of her thong poorly hiding her puckered asshole. Below her ass, the thong was puffed out by her vulva, the fabric soaking wet.

She turned back around and slid her hand into the front of the dripping thong, and rubbed herself under the fabric, sliding her fingers up and down her vulva, slipping one finger inside. She pulled her hand out it was soaking wet and lifted it to her lips.

After licking her fingers dry, she bent over and pushed the thong to the floor, standing naked in front of the camera. She slipped her hands between her legs.

"Now show me that cock of yours, baby," she said.

I reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock out of the fly of the boxers. I wasn't immense but I was slightly larger than average, checking in at just around seven inches. I gave it several slow strokes, bringing it to full attention, pointing it at the camera. A couple of more strokes and was able to squeeze a few drops of pre-come from the tip.

Megan had moved back to her chair and was sitting naked with one leg over the arm of the chair while she slowly ran her fingers up and down her labia. She was an innie with puffy flesh around a tight slit and a tiny, almost invisible, clit. Her pussy was only rivaled by her breasts in cuteness.

"I want to see you come," Megan said breathlessly. "I want to see you drop your load. I've come twice just since you called back. It's your turn, baby" She still was working her fingers up and down, in and out, of her slit.

I was already more than half way to the moment of glory. I kept stroking my meat as I watched Megan play with herself. The fabric of the chair she was sitting in the same chair she sat in when she worked from home was drenched, and her pussy was soaked. She took her other hand and squeezed her cute little tits. She was beautiful, she was hot, she was desirable. I lifted my cock straight up as I stroked, sliding slightly forward so she would have a good look when I came.

My balls tightened and a thick shot of semen rocketed from my cock, shooting up and over my shoulders. Megan moaned as a second load landed on my chest. She squeaked in pleasure.

The third and fourth shots landed on my stomach and the rest puddled on the front of my boxers. I sighed as Megan smiled at me through the laptop screen.

"Nice," she said. "But are you going to take off those boxers so I can see the full package?"

"Not unless you come over here and take them off me."

"Oooh," Megan said. "I will be right over. Don't move, don't put on any more clothes, don't do anything. I'll be right over to rip those come-soaked shorts right off."

The screen went blank. I closed the laptop and stared vacantly at the television screen that was now starting "Wheel of Fortune".

"Wheel" had ended and "Jeopardy!" was just beginning when there came a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called.

Megan entered. I gulped. She was only wearing the bra she had had on earlier in the day, and a pair of light colored shorts. The shorts were wet in the crotch, and underneath I could clearly see her still-soaked thong.

By the time she got to the couch, she was naked. She bent down, bit the sticky puddle of come on my shorts and sucked, then pulled them off me with her teeth. Then she stood up and straddled me on the couch.

She pressed her soaking slit against my burgeoning erection, pressed her pert breasts against my chest that was still sticky from my earlier ejaculation, and pressed her lips against mine. Our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined as she ran her hands down my chest and I ran my hands up her toned thighs to her firm ass, She was already gyrating her hips against mine, her vulva pressing my cock down against my thighs, making it harder and harder

I leaned down, sucking her tiny, pert nipples into my mouth, sucking at the hard darts that perched atop her firm, small, round breasts. I had been thinking about those nipples ever since had seen them inside her gapped bra that morning. I had been imagining what it would be like to run my tongue around the narrow aureoles and to suck the tiny erect nipples. They smelled of perfume and tasted of a salty sweat the kind of sweat that builds up during a day of thinking about someone special. She was primed and ready.

Megan reached down and pulled my now-hard cock up between her puffy labia and slowly slipped her body down my cock, inch-by- Inch. Her vagina was wet, soft, and just tight enough. I grabbed her ass and guided her down my cock until her pussy was pressed against the base of my meat.

She leaned down and we kissed as she started gyrating her hips around, up-and-down. The smells of fresh sex and the old remains from our earlier cybering session filled the room- pussy, sweat, and semen. Megan continued to gyrate her hips up and down my cock, swinging them gently with each stroke. Her motions started slowly, but then picked up. She kissed me again, then pulled back and braced her arms on the back of the couch for extra leverage. The hours at the gym paid off as she ramped up, cranking her body up and down my meat.

Sweat poured down her chest, between her breasts. Our eyes remained locked as she ground her cunt into my thighs, driving faster and faster until the only sounds in the room were our panting and the slap of her ass against my thighs. She slowed a tiny bit as I felt an orgasm waft through her body, but she kept going.

"Do you want me to..." I started, but she put a finger on my lips. She

redoubled her efforts. I could feel the muscles in her hips, her ass, and her abdomen were all tight as guitar strings. She leaned her head forward, her hair trailing across my face and chest. She closed her eyes and worked my cock even harder.

I felt my balls tighten. I was almost there. She squeezed her pussy muscles tighter as she came again. That was the final straw. My balls squeezed and I managed to lift her off my meat just as a thick load shot out, eliciting a cry that came near to a scream from her lips.

She fell forward onto my chest, her forehead pressed against my shoulder as she shook with a final orgasm and my seed emptied across the skin of both of our stomachs.

The orgasm ebbed and she rolled off me, sitting on the couch next to me. We were both sweaty, naked, and covered in our own juices.

"That was...." I started.

"fucking great." she finished.

She leaned over and kissed me, then lay her head on my shoulder and her hand on my stomach. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"Thank you" said.

"You're welcome," she said, and giggled.

"What's so funny?" asked.

"How shy and resistant you were to this," she said, smiling.

I sighed. "I know, but had a lot to process."

"I know," she said. "and not just about me, but about your girlfriend, and about, well, you know..."

"Yeah," I murmured. The fact that she decided to bring "that" up right now was annoying.

"That" had been the incident when was younger. was sixteen and was caught shoplifting. It wasn't just a pack of gum, it was jewelry. Exactly why was shoplifting jewelry was...complicated...but suffice it to say was caught. And because the value of the items I shoplifted was almost a thousand dollars, I was charged with a felony.

Video from the store showed that came in with another person,

who slipped away as soon was caught. I refused to rat out my accomplice, which made it even harder on me. Everyone thought it was my sister, and she was arrested, but released due to lack of evidence. I was the only one who was charged, but was hit hard because I didn't cooperate.

So that's why I ended up being charged as an adult and why I spent eighteen months in juvie and another year in a halfway house. My mom was crushed that her children could do something like this. I had never been close to my parents - my dad lived across the country and my mom a local hotel mogel - was always work-obsessed and distant to both her kids. So when I was released from the halfway house I just went straight to college and dorm life. After college I spent a month living with a friend until Jesse helped me get this job and I could get a place of my own. I had spoken to my mom only a handful of times since I got out of juvie. And I would continue to be on probation for another few years, though I only checked in with my officer once a month by phone, and in person twice a year.

I had moved on, as far as I was concerned. It was in the past, and I was annoyed that Megan would bring it up right now, spoiling the post-coital afterglow.

And now she wouldn't let it rest.

"Have you ever considered therapy?" she asked, rubbing her hand across my chest and playing with the gobs of semen that still coated both our stomachs and chests.

"Therapy? Not really."

"You should, you've been through so much."

"I'd rather not talk about it," I said.

"That's why you should see a therapist. Someone independent that you can safely talk to about things. Seriously, you should think hard about it," she said softly.

"You sure know a lot about me..." I said, sarcastically.

"Jesse and I are close," she replied. "We've talked about you some.

"So just how close to my sister are you? You seem to know her sexual tastes."

"I was bi-curious, and I knew could trust your sister," she said, "I was bi-curious, and knew could trust your sister," she said, smiling. "Plus I like her, and you too, so she was a safe person to take my feelings to. She has helped me sort through things some."

"So what did you decide, do you prefer boys or girls?"

"I prefer boys, but could go for the right girl, if I met her."

"Is my sister the right girl?" I asked.

"I'm not sure. She might be, or you might be the right boy," she said, kissing my cheek. "But before I can figure that out, I get the feeling that there is something that the two of you need to sort out before either of you will let me in."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not sure. It's just a vibe I am getting."

Megan must have sensed that she had crossed some invisible boundary, because she backed off. She leaned back on the couch again and we flipped the TV to a sitcom we watched in silence, sitting naked on the couch still damp from our lovemaking.

Around 10:30 she disengaged from me and dug her phone out, doing a quick check of her email.

"Well, it looks like there is more damage to our power supply than just the cable cut. They are telling us to work from home tomorrow. I probably should go home because they will probably be calling me early and doubt management will take kindly to me working from your house in my underwear."

I suggested that we do dinner on Friday (rather than sex on the subway again). Megan agreed.

We kissed and said our somewhat gropey goodbyes then she got dressed and headed out.

I killed the lights, crawled into bed, and slept well for about four hours. Then I woke up and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, thinking about Megan and about what she had said about my sister and I.