Sloppy Seconds Captured On Tape Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Sloppy Seconds Captured On Tape Ch. 03 by degenerate,degenerate
A couple of weeks after I sent Kathy the tape of me spanking her I headed into the neighborhood bar. I hadn’t been there as often since we’d broken up. It was her favorite place and I wanted to meet some new people, so I’d been hitting other places around town. Friday I’d had a few drinks after work at a place near the office, but I it was dead and I wasn’t in the mood to hang around waiting on a crowd so I decided to head home. I passed the neighborhood bar on the way and decided to step in for one last drink or three. I didn’t want to think about it, but I’m sure I knew Kathy might be there.

I got to the bar and ordered before I noticed Kathy across the room. I was about to try to catch her eye when I noticed her date – Troy.

He was sitting across from her having a beer, relaxing. I hadn’t heard anything about them dating and from what Kathy had told me they never really had. It was always just a booty call situation.

I was probably staring a bit too long. I should’ve turned away, maybe even slunk out of there, but Kathy spotted me before I thought of it. She just gave me a sort of knowing look, not a wave or even a nod, just that look of recognition before she turned back to her conversation.

I turned away before Troy noticed me. I didn’t know if he knew who I was and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. My drink arrived and I gulped it down, wondering how much she’d told him about me. Maybe he’d even seen the video of my sloppy seconds encounter with her after he’d left.

“She wouldn’t show him that, would she?” I kept thinking.

Early in our relationship, Kathy had been a lot kinkier. It wasn’t the kind of thing she would’ve done in the latter part of our relationship, but when we first started messing around she had been a lot wilder. I wouldn’t put it past her. I couldn’t help but imagine the two of them on her couch watching the tape. Her going down on him and sucking him off while he watched. It made me feel a little ill.

I also couldn’t help but notice the hard-on it gave me.

Some kind of morbid curiosity glued me to the spot. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to watch them interact. See how she acted with him. Heck, this could have been the “I don’t want to see you any more” conversation I was about to witness.

When the bartender brought me a second drink I noticed I could see them in the mirror behind the bar. I tried not to stare, but I watched as best I could. They didn’t act like a couple. No holding hands or signs of affection. But a few minutes later I saw him jump a little. She had a sly look on her face and I couldn’t tell what I’d missed. I turned around for a better look, trying to make myself invisible. I saw him pull her foot out of his crotch under the table.

This wasn’t a breakup date I was catching.

Again I felt that mix of nausea and excitement.

I decided to head to the bathroom, get them out of my sight for a minute and clear my head. I took a leak and washed my face and decided to get the heck out of there. Maybe go rent some porn and try to get excited about something else, jack off for a while and go to sleep.

I headed back to my seat to settle up the tab. In the mirror I saw Troy get up and head for the bathroom. I thought for an instant about at least waving goodbye to Kathy but decided to give her the same cold shoulder she’d given me. But then I saw her stand and head my way. I didn’t turn, I just stared at her in the mirror as she walked toward me, staring back.

She stood beside me, stared at me in the mirror and whispered, “Troy and I are gonna go back to my place and make another movie. If you wanna see it, go home and get cleaned up and come over,” she paused and looked at her watch, “about 10. I’ll turn on the porch light when it’s safe.”

The bartender showed up, a girl Kathy and I both knew.

“Oh, hey Kathy, hey Frank. Did you two… make up?” she asked.

“Uh… sort of,” I answered, my brain still trying to catch up to what Kathy had said.

“We’re not dating, if that’s what you mean,” Kathy said, cheerfully.

She turned and headed to the ladies’ room. I sat there staring at myself in the mirror, mentally asking myself what the hell that was all about.

Her tone pissed me off.

She was clearly fucking with me.

But I didn’t get to dwell on it too long. Troy came out of the john and headed straight toward me. I had a moment of panic, wondering if this was about to be some kind of confrontation or something.

He stopped at the bar and paid their tab, not even looking at me.

I couldn’t help but look at him. Our eyes met and he said, “Hey, how’s it going?” with a tone that told me he didn’t know who I was.

“ok” I said, then looked away.

I was flooded with relief. She hadn’t shown him the tape. Probably hadn’t told him anything.

He got his change and Kathy reappeared. She walked right past me, throwing me the tiniest of glances as they headed out together. They still weren’t holding hands or acting like a couple in any way.

I watched as they got into separate cars and pulled out of the parking lot, headed in the direction of Kathy’s apartment.

I looked at my watch. I considered ditching, leaving Kathy to think I’d finally gotten disgusted with her and wasn’t interested.

I got another drink and stewed on it for a while.

The bartender came over after a while, “So, how are you doing?”

The way she said it told me she wasn’t asking if I wanted another drink.

“I’m ok. You?”

“Good. Sorry about you and Kathy.”

“It’s ok,” I said, trying to sound appropriately sad yet optimistic. I think it came out as purely nervous.

“Let me know if you need anything. That one’s on me,” she said pointing to my drink and moving on to help other customers.

“Thanks,” I said, weakly, and downed my drink.

I decided to split after that. I headed home with visions of what they might do swimming in my head. I got home and stared at my empty apartment then suddenly made my mind up and jumped in the shower.

So an hour later I found myself sitting in my car in her parking lot, staring at her porch. Her living room lights were on. Her car was there.

I couldn’t help but imagine what they were doing in there. I thought about what I’d seen in the first video Kathy had shown me. Troy’s cock invading her pussy. The look of pure pleasure on her face. The nasty way she’d sucked his cock clean. The taste of her pussy afterward.

I’d had a bit too much to drink to sit still and patient. I began to wonder if they’d changed their minds, called off their evening, or if he’d stayed over this time and wasn’t leaving. I was getting a little drowsy myself.

But eventually her door opened and Troy came out and headed down her stairs. His shirt was untucked and I couldn’t help but notice a satisfied bounce in his step, whether it was really there or not.

He drove away and left me, now wide awake, waiting for Kathy’s porch light to come on.

Again, I was waiting so long I began to wonder – had she changed her mind? Forgotten?

It was probably only a few minutes, but it seemed like half an hour before the light finally came on. I was nervous as I hopped out of my car, wondering if this was something I really ought to be doing.

I got to the door, saying “Stupid stupid stupid” to myself over and over again the whole way.

I knocked, still telling myself it was dumb.

“Come in,” I heard.

I opened the door, deciding at the same moment I wasn’t going to watch any movie. I was going to fuck Kathy’s brains out. I stepped in, ready to throw my clothes off and tell her to turn off the damn TV.

She was on the couch watching herself on camera, just as she had been a few weeks before when I’d come in after Troy. I undid my shirt as I moved closer. But what I saw on screen stopped me in my tracks – she had shaved her pussy completely bald.

I turned from the TV to her pussy.

It was something I’d asked her to do many times when we were dating but she’d never done it.

“Too much hassle. And it itches,” she had said.

Now she sat on the couch, legs spread, lips open and oozing.

She gave me a look that said, “Well? Get to work?” and spread her legs a little wider.

Again I’d like to use the alcohol as an excuse, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself from kneeling in front of her.

Her smooth lips slipped around under my tongue. Her clit poked out at me, rolling around under my tongue. She let out a sigh that caused me to look up at her.

Her mouth hung open as she stared down at me with an expression she’d only had a few times in the entire time I’d known her. She’d gotten it once when she’d gotten drunk and told me how to go down on her, in graphic detail, as I followed her lead. I still masturbated thinking about that night from time to time. I knew it was because of how domineering she was, something that always turned me on but something she was rarely comfortable with.

But she was more than comfortable with it this night.

“Lick my pussy,” she whispered.

I licked and little harder. She seemed to pull back a bit – still a little too sensitive, I guessed, so I stuck with licking her lips and elsewhere. I found my tongue sliding down to her entrance to lap at the mess dripping out of her.

She moaned, “Oh, stick your tongue in me.”

I slipped my tongue inside her. She put a hand on my head and curled her fingers in my hair, pulling me deeper in.

“Lick it out. Yeah, lick his cum out of me.”

I felt a moment of nausea come over me. It was too much.

“Oh yeah. Suck it.”

I sucked. The more she bossed me around the more I seemed to want it. I clamed my mouth over her entrance and French kissed her pussy.

“That’s it. Oh yeah…”

Her other hand went to my head and clamped me in place. I licked and sucked, getting nastier and nastier by the moment. I moved my mouth in circles around her entrance, fucking her with my tongue, feeling her slick, bare lips roll across mine.

Suddenly she pulled my head away.

I looked up at her, probably with her juices, THEIR juices all over my mouth.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she said.

Her tone still had that “I’m in charge here” quality.

“Do you want to watch the tape?” she asked, knowing what I’d say.

“Yes.”

“I’ll let you watch it – only if we do everything Troy and I did while we watch it.”

Visions of the things they’d probably done flashed through my head, followed by visions of me replacing Troy in the same scenes.

Of course I agreed, “ok.”

“But,” she said, pausing for a second, obviously toying with me, “I get to be Troy.”

“Huh?” I said, confused.

She reached down to the coffee table and opened up the drawer to pull out a handful of leather straps attached to a dildo. She rolled it over so that the fake cock stood erect, the straps splayed around it across the couch.

“I get to be Troy.”

I had admitted to her once I had a fantasy about her getting a strap-on dildo and using it on me, but she’d just crinkled her nose at the thought. I hadn’t brought it up again.

But a year later she sat there, shaved pussy oozing cum, holding me by the hair with one hand and a black rubber cock in the other, asking me if I still wanted it.

It wasn’t at all how I’d fantasized the situation would be. I had imagined her on top of me making love to me as I felt her penetrate me in a way no one had before. We would stare at each other as she made me feel things I’d never felt before.

Instead, she wanted to fuck me while I watched a video of her fucking another man.

All the little images I’d had of duplicating what she and Troy had done suddenly shifted. This wasn’t anything I’d wanted when I’d walked in the door, wasn’t what I’d wanted when I’d fantasized about her dominating me, wasn’t something I wanted as I knelt in front of her.

Was it?

“Deal?” she said, interrupting my mental debate.

“ok,” I heard myself saying, not sure I was saying it out loud.

She reached for the VCR remote and stopped the tape and hit rewind. It only barely registered in my head that she had set up the camera so that it was dubbing to the VCR. She stood up facing me and untangled the strap-on. The straps were black leather, matching the black rubber of the dildo. She pulled the thing on like a pair of panties. A pair of straps went between her legs and up over each hip to attach to the belt around her waist. The fake cock bobbed in front of her, straight as an arrow. It was complete with a head and veins and could have been cast from the real thing.

I tried not to think about why she’d picked that particular color. I tried not to think at all.

She adjusted the buckles at her hips, then wrapped her hand around the cock as if it were her own. She gave it a little tug, probably making sure it was in place but giving the illusion that she was playing with herself.

“How do I look?” she asked.

Before I could answer, the VCR clicked at the end of the tape. I wondered at the time why she had bothered to dub the video feed while she’d recorded it with the camera, but then I realized she’d have remote control of the movie while we…

While we did whatever it was we were about to do.

She stood in front of me, the dildo at eye level, pointing at me as if saying, “You asked for it.”

“I want you to do everything I do on the tape,” she said, taking my attention from her rubber friend.

Again she didn’t wait for my answer. She pointed the remote at the VCR and hit play.

TV:

She walked away from the camera, still wearing the skirt she had been wearing in the bar, but her shirt was open. Troy was in the background taking his clothes off.

She walked around the coffee table to him and knelt.

I realized I was kneeling in the same spot. She stood next to me exactly where Troy had stood.

On screen, she waited, staring up at him while he stripped. When he stood naked over her she looked at his cock for a moment then opened her mouth and looked up with an expression that said, “Fuck my mouth.”

They moved together, sliding his cock into her mouth.

Meanwhile:

Kathy moved forward a bit so that she stood between me and the TV, but without blocking my view, letting me see what she wanted and showing me as much at the same time. The dildo bobbed in front of my face.

Her hand pushed at the back of my head. I glanced at the TV to see Kathy sucking with abandon. I wasn’t sure any more it was something I wanted to do, especially with the image of Troy in the background. But Kathy’s hand was firm and something inside me wasn’t firm at all.

I opened my mouth and took the head of the fake cock inside.

I heard her moan above me, making me look up. She stared down at me with a look of pure lust. She was getting off on what she saw.

Somehow that got me off too. I felt incredibly dirty, but I wanted to make a show of it. I stared up at her and sucked as much of the dildo into my mouth as I could.

My response got a response from her. Her mouth dropped open and she moaned. It echoed Troy’s moans from the TV in a strange way.

I thought for a moment about how she might enjoy watching this, but she wouldn’t feel it, not like a man would. I glanced at the TV and saw Kathy playing with Troy’s balls with one hand, stroking him with the other. It gave me an idea.

I took the dildo in one hand and gave it a little tug. I imagined the leather straps pulling at her pussy and ass. She moaned with each tug, so I knew she felt it.

I slid my other hand up her thigh while staring up at her. She was wide-eyed, obviously surprised at how much she enjoyed this.

My hand reached the top of her thigh. I could feel the leather strap against my thumb. I slid over a bit and felt her pussy lips protruding from between the straps. She gasped when I slide my thumb over them. They were hot and slippery to the touch.

I kept up the show, staring up at her the whole time, while I worked my thumb up between her lips up under the bottom of the dildo, up where the straps came together right over her clit.

She moaned a little more and more as I got closer. When I felt her clit slide up under my thumb she actually pulled away for a moment. But I held her still with my other hand wrapped around the dildo and she stopped pulling away long enough for me to start rubbing her clit in little circles.

“Oh god…” she croaked.

She shut her eyes for a moment, then glanced at the TV. My eyes followed to see her and Troy really getting it on. He had his head thrown back and was shaking. She was sucking him in and out with rapid precision, a kind I doubted I could match even if I tried. She’d already caused me to gag a little once or twice with even the tiniest of thrusts.

I watched, trying to mimic her movements on the screen.

“P-put… put a finger in me,” she whispered.

I looked back up to see her staring down at me again.

I shifted my hand a bit and slid a fingertip against her lips, trying to keep my thumb in motion over her clit. It wasn’t easy, especially with her thrusting the fake cock at my mouth. But a moment later my fingertip slid into her. The tightness she usually had at first was nowhere to be found. I slid my finger in to the hilt. She sucked in a breath, then let it out in a long “Ohhhh….”

I wiggled my finger and thumb the way I knew she liked, though it wasn’t easy with all the leather in the way and in that position. But obviously I hit the right spots. She trembled and her knees shook. The hand in my hair pulled on me a little too hard, causing me to gag for a moment on the dildo. But when I pulled back and got back in the groove, I looked up to see her grinning.

She turned her head back to the TV. I followed.

TV:

Troy was close to orgasm. I was getting all too familiar with his tell-tale signs (I’d watched my copy of their first movie more than a few times.)

She worked him, using her mouth to lubricate his cock while stroking him. She rubbed her fingertips over his balls almost like she was tickling him. Even though I’d seen the other movie much like it, it was still hot.

Meanwhile:

Kathy’s voice made me realize I’d stopped paying attention to what I was doing, “Don’t… stop.”

I looked up to see her, eyes half-shut staring at the TV with that glazed expression that told me she was close. It was hard not to increase the tempo, thrust my finger into her a little harder, but I knew she liked it steady. Sometimes she liked it hard, sometimes soft, depending on the mood, but always steady. So I tried to keep an even pace, staring up at her to give her the best show.

She looked back and forth from me to the TV a few times then focused entirely on the TV. I could hear Troy groaning loudly so I couldn’t help but look.

TV:

Troy came in Kathy’s mouth, shivering and groaning non-stop. Kathy didn’t miss a stroke, sucking him in and out through the whole thing. A little cum leaked out of her mouth but she didn’t stop.

Meanwhile:

Kathy shivered, her knees almost buckling.

“Oh goddamn…” she groaned.

I wasn’t sure at first, but a moment later I realized she was having an orgasm. I had to concentrate to keep up the pace, but I managed to keep working my thumb around her clit in little circles, despite her hand tugging on my hair a bit too hard every few strokes. I felt her pussy clench around my finger.

She shivered hard, then pulled away.

The tip of the dildo was still at my lips so I looked up at her and licked the head. She shivered again, letting me know she was really enjoying the show, then stepped back.

I glanced at the TV to see Kathy laid back on the couch, skirt hiked up around her waist and Troy’s head between her legs.

A moment later her hand pushed me toward the couch. I was already wondering if I’d get the same treatment before I even hit the cushions.

She undid my belt and pants and grabbed them and my underwear at the same time and tugged them down. My cock popped free, hard and dripping. I tried not to think too much about what specific things had me so turned on.

I kicked my shoes off and lifted my hips so she could pull my clothes all the way off.

She knelt between my legs and gave the TV another look.

TV:

Troy was eating her pussy with abandon and she was obviously enjoying it.

Meanwhile:

She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow, as if to say “Well…?”

I sat there dumbly, hoping she’d follow through on the scene.

She leaned in slowly, obviously taking her time, and took my cock in hand. She held it lightly in a way that was guaranteed not to get me off. Then leaned a little closer and raised it close to her mouth. I couldn’t help but strain and thrust up a bit.

She stuck her tongue out and ran it around the head of my cock. It felt fantastic. When she was in the mood, she could give a great blowjob. Of course, it felt like it had been ages since she’d been in the mood with me.

She slid just the head of my cock in her mouth and sucked on it, holding me steady with the other hand. She worked my head like that for what seemed like 20 minutes, but was probably more like 2. Despite the fact that I wasn’t getting a lot of physical stimulation, I almost lost it. She was being such a tease and taking control of me in a way I’d always wanted but never gotten.

Her voice from the TV distracted me.

TV:

“Troy… Troy…” she moaned, trying to catch her breath.

He didn’t stop at first but when she put a hand on his head and gave him a little push, he relented and looked up.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” she moaned.

“You like that,” he said, sounding more like a statement than a question.

He started to go back to the task but she stopped him again, “Wait.”

“Huh?”

“I want you to… I want to try something.”

Meanwhile:

Kathy continued teasing the head of my cock. But she was watching the TV with a grin that told me she knew what was coming and it practically made her giggle.

TV:

“What?” Troy asked.

“I want you to push me over the arm of the couch and lick me from behind.”

Meanwhile:

I couldn’t believe she was asking for that. She knew exactly what she was doing, reenacting the scene she and I had shared at my apartment. Hell, the couch was the matching pair to the loveseat at my apartment and everything!

I looked at Kathy. She glanced at me with a big grin, still only holding my cock without really paying it much attention.

I was tempted to get up and leave right then, try to get her out of my head, out of my life.

But she was still holding my cock and I wanted to get off in a bad way. And I think I knew exactly what was coming next and I secretly wanted it.

Well, not so secretly – I stayed, didn’t I?

TV:

When I looked back at the TV, she was already standing at one end of the couch, bending over the arm just as I’d put her in my apartment. She’d tossed her clothes off. Troy moved behind her and buried his face in the crack of her ass.

Meanwhile:

Kathy let go of my cock and walked to the end of the couch and just stood there, waiting. I couldn’t believe what she was doing on screen, much less believe what she was asking me to do in her living room. But something inside me wanted it. I got up and went to the end of the couch and stacked up some cushions. I bent over and looked at the screen, anxious to feel Kathy’s mouth on me again.

TV:

Kathy stared at the camera with a big grin, the same grin she’d had moments ago, in the same position I found myself in. Her grin slowly turned into a grimace of pleasure as Troy licked and sucked her pussy from behind.

Meanwhile:

Kathy kept pushing my legs apart, bending my knees and such until my hips rested on the arm of the couch, my cock pushing straight down between my legs against the outside of the arm of the couch. Her hands grabbed my ass and suddenly her tongue was on my balls, hot and slippery. It made me moan, echoing the sounds coming from the TV. A moment later her hand wrapped around my cock and tugged it almost painfully. I felt like it was pointing straight out behind me. I had to lift up on my elbows to get some relief.

But then her tongue slid around the head of my cock, mixing feelings of pleasure with discomfort.

TV:

Troy had his hands on Kathy’s ass. He pulled his head back, then inched up and changed his angle of attack. It took a moment to realize he was tonguing her ass. She moaned in appreciation.

Meanwhile:

Kathy let go of my cock and grabbed my balls in a firm grip. She’d played with my ass a little when we’d first started dating but I didn’t expect to feel her tongue there. It startled me so much at first I clenched up. But after a moment it felt great, even better than it had felt on my cock in it’s uncomfortable position. She teased around the outside first, then stabbed her tongue into me bit by bit.

It occurred to me she’d told me to go home and wash up because she knew exactly what she’d be doing later. Which meant she’d planned this before she’d even left the bar with Troy. It made my ego swell just a bit to think that while she was fucking Troy, she was thinking of me, even if it was thoughts of how she could mess with my head and turn my brains inside out.

And it felt fantastic.

But a second later I was distracted yet again by the voices coming from the TV.

TV:

“Spank me,” Kathy sighed.

Troy didn’t have to be told twice. He didn’t even lift his face from her ass. He just lifted a hand up and slapped her butt.

She was reenacting almost every moment from our night in my living room, with Troy in my place.

And now reenacting it again with me in her place.

“Harder,” she moaned.

He pulled back and gave her a good firm one, followed by another with the other hand on the other cheek. Something about it told me he’d done this before, with Kathy.

Meanwhile:

Kathy pulled away. I let out a little disappointed “oh.” I was really beginning to enjoy it.

“Beg for it,” she said behind me.

I let out another little “oh” of protest.

“Beg for it.”

“Please… lick me.”

“No, that’s not what you’re supposed to ask for.”

“What?” I asked, not really understanding what she wanted.

But then her voice came from the TV, “Oh yeah. Oh Troy. Don’t stop.”

TV:

Troy kept spanking her, switching from cheek to cheek. Her butt jumped with every blow.

Meanwhile:

I knew what she meant. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to ask for it.

But her fingers released my balls and trailed over them so gently it almost tickled. She knew that drove me crazy.

“Spank me.”

“What?” she said, as if she couldn’t hear, still tickling my balls so lightly.

“Spank me,” I said again, probably not any louder than the first time.

Her hand came down on my ass, hard, making me jump.

I have to admit, the whole pleasure/pain thing really got to me. I wanted more, of both.

She took my balls in a firm grip again just before the other came down on my butt. She slapped me a few times on each cheek, causing me to shake from head to toe. At first it was exciting but after a few they started to really burn. Each blow coming through the speakers on the TV was repeated a moment later, almost like an echo. It got to the point where I was dreading Troy’s blows to Kathy’s ass because I knew a moment later it meant the same for me.

Then she stopped. I didn’t know why at first but as I caught my breath I heard her voice on the video.

TV:

“In my purse…” she sort of whimpered a second, time but I hadn’t been paying attention a moment before.

“What?” Tory asked.

But she didn’t answer. He looked over to the coffee table and opened up her bag. He got a little grin and pulled out a paddle, a black leather thing a little smaller than ping pong paddle, maybe more oval in shape.

He went back to his place behind her and said, “You want me to spank you with this?”

“Yes,” she said, quietly.

“Say it,” he said, still with the grin on his face.

I wanted her to say it, but I knew it meant I’d have to say it too.

Meanwhile:

She dug into the couch cushions next to me. I didn’t have to look to know what she’d stashed there.

TV:

“Paddle me.”

Troy let her have a little tap, nothing as hard as he’d done with her hand.

“You like that?” he asked.

“yeah”, she said, whining.

I think she and I had one long night of sex that wore her out to the point where she had that same tone maybe once. But this was the second time I’d heard it from her on video with Troy in as many months.

Troy gave her a series of light, fast smacks all around her jiggling butt with the leather paddle.

Meanwhile:

I jumped so hard I just about fell off the couch when she smacked me with the paddle. I had expected her to make me ask for it again, and I wasn’t entirely sure I was going to. My butt burned all over.

But the paddle stung like a bee!

I couldn’t help but let out an “OH!”, followed by sucking in breath through my clenched teeth.

But she didn’t give me time to relax. She followed Troy’s lead, giving me a series of fast little smacks all over my butt, working around in circles from top to bottom.

I kept clenching my eyes shut, but when I opened them I watched the same thing happening to Kathy on TV.

TV:

She clenched her fists and jumped around on the couch, but Troy didn’t stop. Instead, he moved closer and planted his cock right at her entrance. He held her hip in one hand and kept up the paddling with the other. I could tell he was about to fuck her, maybe paddle her at the same time. This was much hotter than the scene she and I had played out in my apartment.

Combined with the same thing happening to my ass as I watched, I was getting incredibly turned on.

Suddenly the action on screen froze.

Meanwhile:

She had paused the tape.

“You know what’s next,” she said.

My eyes were blurry with tears from the mix of pain and pleasure.

She let another blow land with the paddle. I jumped.

“Yes!” I whined.

I had the same whine she had on the TV, that tone that is helpless yet full of desire.

“Do you still want to watch the movie?” she said, her tone not in the least bit soft. She wasn’t asking because she was worried. She was asking because she wanted to hear me say it.

I looked at the TV. The paddle was just above Kathy’s butt, coming down or going up, I couldn’t tell. He gripped her hip with the other and I could see his cock poised behind her. I wanted to see it.

I wanted to feel it.

“Yes,” I said, amazed at how weak my voice sounded.

“Say it,” she said, obviously trying to sound like Troy.

That’s when it hit me.

She wasn’t just doing this as Kathy and I. She was taking Troy’s place in more ways than one. Fulfilling a fantasy of her own. Maybe one of watching Troy fuck me. Maybe one of me asking for Troy to fuck me.

But her fingertips trailed down my ass and over my balls and all I wanted to do was get off, any way I could.

“I… I want to see Troy fuck you,” I said.

I probably knew what she really wanted to hear, but didn’t want to say it.

Behind me I heard her moving around, digging something out from under the couch.

“What else?” she said, not letting me off the hook.

I heard the sound of a bottle top popping open and the sound of thick liquid bubbling out of it.

Lube.

“I want… you to fuck me.”

She dropped the remote next to me and moved up behind me. The tip of the dildo pressed against my ass.

“Say it.”

“Fuck me.”

She pushed forward just a bit. The tip of the dildo pressed hard against my ass, making me clench. I just wasn’t ready for it.

But she held it steady and said again, “Say it.”

“Fuck me, Kathy.”

I felt her adjust something and suddenly my whole body felt like it was tingling – the dildo doubled as a vibrator. The feeling relaxed my ass almost instantly and suddenly the head slipped into me. It caused me to clench again, but Kathy stopped pushing and reached for the remote, still lying next to me. She started the video again and tossed the remote down.

TV:

Troy slid into Kathy in one long stroke, then held still for a moment and gave her a couple more slaps on the butt. Each blow made her jump and squirm and her ass jiggle.

Meanwhile:

The dildo slid into me slowly. I might have been able to relax with the help of the vibrations running through my body, but every time Troy smacked Kathy’s butt on TV, Kathy smacked mine. The mix of pleasure and pain was getting more and more intense on both ends of the spectrum.

The vibrations got stronger and stronger the deeper she pushed the dildo into me. Then all the sudden I felt her hips against me. I couldn’t believe she’d pushed the thing all the way in. With her pressed up against me, everything moved to another plateau of intensity. It was as if every time I thought it couldn’t get any more intense, it leapt up exponentially.

And she continued to smack my butt with the paddle.

“Oh, that looks so good,” she said behind me.

I wasn’t sure if she was watching the TV or staring at the dildo buried in my ass. But then her fingers trailed over the burning spots on my butt and I figured she was watching the real thing instead of the video replay of her and Troy.

TV:

Speaking of, Troy dropped the paddle and grabbed Kathy’s hips and really let her have it. I don’t think I’ve seen porn stars fuck so hard. Kathy’s face grimaced, but it was hard to tell if it was pain, pleasure or some of both.

“Oh… Troy…” she whimpered a few seconds later, telling me she wasn’t going to complain about the rough treatment.

Meanwhile:

Kathy slid back until I thought she’d pop the dildo out of my ass, then thrust into me. I was surprised at how good it felt. Another slap landed on my butt, making me jump and whimper. Even though Troy had dropped the paddle on TV, Kathy apparently wasn’t ready to let it go yet.

She pulled back and thrust into me again. I moaned and shivered, amazed at how the vibrations spread through my whole body. She gave me another smack with the paddle, changing my moans to whimpers yet again.

“You like this?” she asked behind me.

I just let out an “Ohh!” in response.

She smacked my ass again, “Say it.”

“I like it,” I said, admitting what I already knew.

The top of my cock was rubbing the couch. At first it had felt great but the rough upholstery fabric wasn’t easy on the skin and things were getting sensitive, especially at the rim of my head. But again somehow the mild pain only increased the pleasure.

Kathy was breathing hard. The paddle dropped onto the couch beside me, freeing her hand so that both grabbed my hips. I could tell she was enjoying herself, even without looking. I could feel it.

“Fuck me, Kathy,” I said again. I knew she got off on dirty talk. Or maybe I was getting off on saying it.

She thrust a little harder. She was definitely enjoying herself.

I could say the same for me.

“Fuck my ass,” I said, trying to push back against her as she pushed into me.

I could hear Kathy and Troy on TV getting more and more worked up. I glanced at the screen to see them in a steady fuck, but I wasn’t really paying much attention to them. Kathy started echoing her own moans behind me, “Oh… god… damn…”

It hadn’t occurred to me she might be able to reach orgasm while fucking me. If I had been thinking about it, I probably just would’ve thought she was fucking me just to mess with my head. But rational thought wasn’t exactly coming to me at the time.

Instead, I just squirmed back against her and moaned, “Oh Kathy, come in my ass.”

Then a really strange thing happened. Troy’s voice over the TV got louder as he moaned, obviously having a big orgasm. Kathy was twitching and thrusting and shaking at the same time and I couldn’t help but picture it as Troy fucking me, coming inside me, instead of Kathy.

Looking back on it, I’m sure it’s what Kathy wanted me to think. It should’ve been obvious while it was happening, but I got wrapped up in the moment and didn’t think about the motives.

I tried to get the image out of my head. I’m not homophobic. I’ve even had a bisexual thought or two over the years. But it’s not something I’m sure I’d ever act on, and I sure don’t want it to happen with Kathy’s fuck buddy.

Kathy let out a moan that pushed the image from my head. She thrust all the way in and held it for a few seconds, shaking hard.

“God… daaammmuhhh….”

I realized just how much I’d been pushing back against her when she held still. I was still squirming, pushing back and up against her hips. As she caught her breath I realized how weird the scene was, yet how good the whole thing felt.

My voice shook, “Kathy, I want to fuck you so bad.”

She picked up the remote and started fast forwarding the tape. I didn’t get a chance to ask why as the images of her sucking Troy clean flew past at high speed. Kathy was tugging at my hips, trying to get me to back up. I moved with her, finally releasing my cock from it’s trap against the arm of the couch. She backed up bit by bit, pulling me with her. I started to resist, hoping to turn around and get her out of the strap-on so I could screw her brains out, but she held tight against me.

“You wanna come?” she asked, the stern tone returning.

“yes…” I said meekly, following her lead as she eased back from the couch.

One hand grabbed my shoulder and stood me up a bit. I pushed up on my hands on the arm of the couch. Apparently it was exactly what she wanted because she stopped me there, still bent over a bit, standing with my legs spread and her still behind me. The dildo jostled around inside me as we moved, the vibrations rolling around.

Her hand pulled my arm back and down, pushing my hand to my cock.

“Jerk off for me,” she said.

“Oh, Kathy, please…” I started to say, but was interrupted by her thrusting the dildo into me.

“Oh shit,” I whimpered.

The audio from the TV suddenly returned. Kathy had hit play.

TV:

I appeared, staring just off camera at the TV screen, then back to Kathy’s bald, oozing pussy.

“Lick my pussy,” she whispered.

She was replaying me going down on her again.

Meanwhile:

I tried not to watch. I tried to block it out of my head while I focused on stroking my cock and the incredible sensations buzzing through my ass. But Kathy’s voice from the TV kept coming through, loud and clear.

“Lick it out. Yeah, lick his cum out of me.”

Kathy fucked me, and soon I was matching her rhythm as I masturbated.

I doubt I lasted a whole minute. When I came my knees almost buckled. I shot semen onto the arm of the couch and carpet, shivering and moaning the whole time.

Kathy slipped out of me mid-orgasm, something she probably thought would bother me but the added sensations of my ass relaxing after all the stimulation only made the orgasm that much more intense. It felt like another orgasm in the middle of my orgasm!

Kathy walked away before I even finished spurting. She stepped into the kitchen and took off the strap-on.

I clung to the couch, catching my breath.

“Clean this up,” she said, putting the dildo on the counter next to some paper towels, “and clean up the couch too.”

She ignored me completely as I gawked at her, shivering and trying regain my senses. She walked over to the VCR and popped out the tape, then took the original out of the camera.

That’s when it occurred to me, “You… weren’t recording all of this… were you?”

She had cables running from the camera to the VCR but she’d never stopped the camera, only the VCR when she rewound it to show me the movie. The camera could’ve been recording the entire time.

“Maybe I’ll send you a copy,” she said, headed for her bedroom.

I didn’t even get a response in mind before she said, “Don’t forget to lock up on your way out.”

She locked her bedroom door behind her.

A couple of days later I got the tape in the mail. I’d like to say I didn’t watch it, that I just threw it away and got on with my life.

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