The zipper running up the front of the dress was fully undone, giving Michelle a view of the promised land that lay concealed in shadows. But what really got Michelle’s pulse racing were the stiletto heeled, black leather boots that rose past Julie’s knees, and stopped half way up her thighs. Michelle drank in the scene before her with a lingering, lustful look, and could feel the warmth between her thighs increasing, as her eyes darted between the shimmering leather and the red dog dildo, which sat on the table beside to the steaming teapot. Smelling her increased arousal, Chico poked at Michelle with his nose, but she hastily pushed him away, her focus and attention fully captured by her leather clad neighbour.
Julie had not yet acknowledged Michelle’s arrival, as she was engrossed in a Skype conversation she was having on her tablet, which was propped up on its stand, with a familiar looking book that was open beside it.
‘My DIARY??!!’ Michelle silently screamed inside her head, as her heart leapt into her throat at the realisation that Julie had been reading her personal diary.
“One moment love, she is here now, so I will speak to her about what I have found,” Julie said to the unseen person on the other side of the internet, then turned and locked eyes with Michelle with a stare that seemed to penetrate to her very soul. Julie’s long fingernail slowly tapped and caressed the book, and purred with a wicked smile, “I see you like to write, and have quite a vivid imagination.” Julie stressed the word ‘vivid’ in a manner that set Michelle frantically wracking her brains as to which diary entry Julie was referring. Then it dawned on her, the night she was caught fucking Chico by her parents, and she was so pissed at Julie sneaking out unseen leaving her to deal with her angry parents alone. Michelle felt herself colour from her toes to the roots of her hair, as she recalled the fiery lines she had written. Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but Julie raised a finger to her lips, indicating silence.
“Oh please, allow me,” Julie sarcastically offered, “I am sure we both would like to hear this,” as she nodded to Skype conversation still active on the tablet. Julie cleared her throat theatrically and read Michelle’s words aloud, “’I would love to make my neighbour Julie strip before me and force her to parade around naked like a worthless whore. Then demand that she fingers her own slutty cunt until her fingers are slick with her juices. Then I would fuck her with the strap-on that K gave me, ride her like a bitch, slapping that firm white ass until she begged for mercy.”
“Should I go on?” Julie inquired with a half smile, as Michelle attempted to stammer out a reply, before Julie again held her fingers to her lips, “Hush child, I’m dying to find out if I might enjoy being a worthless whore.”
Julie closed the diary and smiled sweetly at Michelle, before pressing the camera direction icon button on the tablet. “What I have just done,” Julie explained with another wicked smile, “is enable the forward facing camera, so you should probably smile because you are now broadcasting, and I’m sure you’re wondering to who, or rather to whom?” Julie laughed quietly at her own quip, before continuing, “It’s good that your faithful pup Chico has followed you, as it saves me calling him or you using the dog dildo,” pointing to the large angry red rubber dog cock sitting on the table.
Julie’s voice suddenly hardened, her words cracking like the sting of a whip, “Now young lady, you have a choice. You will perform with Chico, and if it’s good, then the only one who will see this broadcast is the person at the other end of this conversation. If it’s rubbish however, half-hearted in any way, then I will stream this little vignette to the internet and let the viewing public decide your ultimate fate.”
“You can’t!” Michelle demanded in one final burst of defiance, “if I refuse to comply, all you will have is a boring video of a me standing here naked, which is no biggie,” as she folded her arms under her pert breasts and stared back boldly, with what she hoped was an equally hardened look.
Julie threw her head back and roared with laughter and then glanced at the camera and said, “my, my, my, your girl has spirit.” She turned to Michelle and added, “who said anything about ‘this’,” waving her hand around the veranda, “I was referring to your performance with Chico on your patio yesterday, and before you ask, yes the video is locked and loaded, so if I don’t click the deletion code, it will be released to the internet automatically in… ,” glancing at the Tag Heuer on her wrist, “58 minutes exactly.”
As Michelle listened to her options with horror, she realised she was trapped, and in a classic ‘damned if she did, and damned if she didn’t’ situation. She slowly sunk to her knees and looked up at Julie with a resigned look on her face. Fully aware that she was now on camera, Michelle assumed the position, dropping her shoulders to the deck, and putting her ass high into the air. Despite the dire situation, she knew in her heart that Julie would never deliberately hurt her, but whether she would shame her seemed to be an entirely different question.
The air was warm and Chico could smell the excitement emanating from Michelle’s pussy and as if sensing the palpable tension he tentatively stuck out his rough tongue and took a long lick of Michelle’s pussy. The loud groan of pleasure that escaped Michelle’s lips at finally having contact on her aching vagina told him everything he needed to know, and Chico started to lick his young bitch in earnest causing Michelle to pant with pleasure. Never one to do anything half-assed Michelle decided that if she was going to be exposed as a dog slut then she would be the best damned dog slut on the internet, and she looked directly into the camera and moaned “oh yes Chico… lick my cunt… your tongue feels sooooooo good.”
Julie smiled encouragingly at Michelle and then glanced at the screen, to see the expression on the woman’s face who was watching the action on the other end. As the majority of the screen was filled with the images of Michelle pushing herself against Chico’s probing tongue, Julie could tell by the look of sheer bliss on Skype partner’s face, that she was excited by what she was seeing. While the small insert of her guest’s image only showed her head and shoulders, by the position and movements of her arms, it was evident that her hand was down between her legs, pleasuring herself as she watched Michelle being licked by Chico. Julie glanced back at the action on the veranda and could see that Chico was now visibly aroused, his red cock hanging from its sheath and dripping watery precum. “Mitchie, I think your dog needs attention,” Julie sang to Michelle, while nodding towards Chico. Michelle turned her head to see his dripping cock, and crawled under him, taking him into her mouth and carefully sucking the veiny red cock, swallowing the copious amounts of watery fluid that flowed into her mouth. Looking back at the tablet, the woman on screen had given up any pretence of modesty, and had placed her feet up on the desk, slowly fucking herself with a dog dildo that was very similar to the one that sat on the table next to Julie.
Chico broke free of Michelle’s mouth and started to dance behind her, trying to get into position to mount his bitch. Michelle steadied herself on her forearms and pushed her ass up in the air, knowing that the camera would be getting a full view of her wet and open pussy inviting Chico to fill it with his throbbing dog cock. In a totally wanton display she reached between her legs and pulled her pussy lips further apart and moaned, “mount me Chico… fuck my brains out… take me like a dog slut I was born to be.” As if he understood English Chico leapt onto Michelle’s back and jabbed wildly at her with his angry red cock. When he finally found his mark he buried his cock fully inside her with a single violent thrust causing the air to explode from Michelle’s lungs with a whoosh.
Michelle struggled to catch her breath, as Julie’s previous words to her Skype partner reran through her brain like a thunderbolt…’your girl has spirit…YOUR GIRL has spirit.’
Finally realising who was watching this private Skype stream, Michelle moaned a single one word, as Chico’s knot slid inside her, “Mom?”
Julie’s laughter tinkled through the air as Michelle rocked back against Chico, moaning in pure ecstasy as Chico fucked her to her first orgasm. “Looks like you have been rumbled, Sarah,” Julie smiled at the tablet, as she watched her life long friend and co-conspirator bring herself to a climax almost simultaneously with her daughter.
A little while later Chico disengaged himself from Michelle with a plop and a river of cum flowed out of her battered pussy. Exhausted and in a state of post orgasmic bliss Michelle crawled to Julie’s feet, laying her head in the older woman’s lap which enabled her to see the screen. Chico’s head was cradled in Michelle’s lap and every so often he would turn and take a long lick at her pussy making her squeal with pleasure.
“Don’t you need to defuse that web bomb thing?” Michelle asked in a sleepy voice a little anxiously now the reality of being splattered all over the internet started to sink in. To her surprise the fit of laughter that she heard in response was actually coming from her mother on the screen.
“You are a bad woman, Julie Cookie, pulling that old trick on her,” Sarah said smiling, before saying to Michelle, “there is no net bomb, silly girl. When she tricked me there was no film in the camera, I guess she modified the threat for modern technology.” Julie smiled at them both as Sarah continued to address her daughter, “Julie, bless her heart, agreed to help me get you involved with Chico, and I suggested she use the same idea she did with me all those years ago.”
“I should have videoed you both,” Julie laughed, “would have made a fortune off your episode on your hen night in Mexico, Sarah, how many was it again?”
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