Chapter 9

“You want sexier?” I murmured while gazing into the bathroom mirror in Pete’s basement. “Fine.”

As I flipped through outfits in the small suitcase, a smile slid across my face. When I found them, I swallowed. The grin wavered as I lifted the dainty flowered burgundy lace.

Whenever wearing those miniscule panties, I was in a special mode. Not only T-back, their front panel was nothing more than a thin vertical strip of see-through lace. They were for rare occasions, though. Mainly for business trips, if there was a chance of getting a new client. The quick teasing flashes had been Bobby’s idea.

“Think of it as a racing stripe. Why not use all your assets, babe?” he’d said with a drunken leer.

And bless the horny little perv, he was correct. A brief flash of pink, bisected by my pretty racing stripe, had netted me a few big accounts. Ditto for the usefulness of the matching lacy shelf half bra that revealed most of my areolas. A chuckle slid from me as I strapped on deep red stilettos.

And that was all I wore. After a quick makeup refresh and a swift wipe of my glimmering inner thighs with a towel, I spun before the mirror. Though my pulse quickened, the room did not blur.

“Yeah. Sexy as fuck,” I mumbled, before smiling at my reflection. “Show time.”

My breath hitched as I adjusted the bra. Bonus, there was no material at all to glide over my tortured nipples. Built only for support, it covered nothing. Then again, Pete had already seen a tit that night. And both of them at the pool. So what did it matter, anyway?

Apparently, it mattered to my husband. Bobby gasped when I strutted from the room, my click-clacking loud on the tile under the lights. However, he said nothing, so it hadn’t mattered that much. And before I could do more than flash my husband a smile, Pete flicked on the music.

Other than sending me a knowing grin, he also said nothing. But those gray lasers. The way they’d glimmered before disappearing behind the camera. Yeah, I was sexier. As he’d directed.

After he’d tapped the top of the camera, it whirred.

And once again Pete started directing.

“Okay, bend for me, baby doll. More. Yeah, let those beautiful titties dangle. That’s it. Now look at me. Give me that expression, filthy Lisa. Like you want me to suck one of those amazing tits deep into my mouth. Oh, fuck yes. That’s the one. So hungry. You slutty little thing.”

With every order I followed, his grin widened. And that ... That made me happy. My smile never dimmed as I moved. I stuck out my tongue. I pouted. When I gave Pete my sultry look with sweeping hair, thrusting bare chest, and swirling hips, he gulped.

“Oh yeah. Jesus, that’s it. Mmm, slutty. Smoking hot. Thrust that hip further. Yeah, filthy Lisa, just like I’m riding that pretty ass. Fucking you so damned deep, my horny baby girl.”

Time slowed. The music faded. The beat of my heart disappeared. Nothing but the echoes of Pete’s words tumbled through my battered mind. And God, the images. My eyes tried to flick to my husband, but they wouldn’t. Instead, they remained fixed on Pete’s massive, hunched frame and that soul-devouring grin.

And the whole time, the looming mass in his trousers pointed at me. When Pete lifted to inspect Bobby, I yanked my gaze away from it.

“Goddamn, Bobby boy. You are such a lucky motherfucker.” He nodded towards me. “If sexy Lisa was my wife, I’d keep her strapped to the bed all night long.”

As soon as that image shot into me, a moan flew from my trembling lips. When both sets of eyes flashed to me, my smile slipped, letting my quivering tongue ride along my lipstick. Yeah, I felt sexy as fuck. Horny as fuck, as well.

Bobby had to say something. Anything? Time to take me home and ravage me. No, better yet. Fuck me on all fours in the front yard. Or at the front door, gripping the frame. But, nope. With his shaking lips sealed, he only swept me with his wide-eyed gaze. After flashing me that impish smile, Pete bent behind the camera; he could do whatever he wanted.

“Back to work, baby girl.” Pete’s voice was different—deeper. “Turn for me. Show off that fuckable ass again, filthy Lisa.”

Though my heart sped, I obeyed. Because of course I would.

“God, I want to pierce that tight little crack, dirty Lisa. Oh, nice motion. Fuck me, baby. Yes! Yes, that’s it, baby girl! Just like you are fucking me so good. Shove that beautiful ass back into me. Eyes begging for more. Deeper. Come on. Oh, yes. Slutty. Like that. Fuck, yeah, baby girl.”

As I rocked back and forth, fluttering my eyelashes, I stared only at Pete’s faceless huddled form. But image after image screamed into my mind. With a smack of my lips, I ground my pelvis and flashed him a grin.

“Nice, baby girl. Oh, so very horny. Show off that cock-swallowing smile, sexy Lisa.”

And damned if my smile didn’t broaden. More images flowed into me. That thick tube, ripped from his trousers, gliding through my mouth. Then shoving deep into my throat. With every slow grinding motion, my panties became wetter.

“Bigger smile now, baby girl. A real ‘Please, come in my belly’ smile, filthy Lisa.”

Oh, it got larger alright. As Pete’s phantom cock engorged within my mouth. Without my thinking, a hand lifted.

“Mmm, that’s it. Deep. Suck those fingers so deep, baby girl. Yeah, you know what you’re sucking, right, filthy Lisa?”

Fuck! How’d he known? Because, duh, he’d told me. With my eyes only on the camera, and his gray pools hidden behind it, I nodded.

“Flip your hair out of the way, Lisa. Like it’s dragging on my thick, throbbing cock, baby girl.” When I flicked my tresses aside and plunged my fingers deeper, his breathing sped. “Oh, yes. You sexy, filthy woman. So deep. That’s it, baby girl. Take my pumping cock. All of it, dirty Lisa. Mmm, hmm. I’m gonna fill that flat little belly. Fucking sexy as hell.”

The camera whirred. Somewhere in the haze, Bobby’s breathing raced. My heartbeat was a kettledrum. And with time irrelevant, I sucked all the way to my last knuckles. Thick drool slathered my chin.

“Okay. Okay, baby girl.” At his voice, I jolted. As he straightened, Pete waved his hand in the air. “Absolutely smoking hot, baby girl.”

For the first time, his eyes were wide. I’d finally gotten to him. After tugging the dripping digits from my lips, I smiled. I’d actually gotten a reaction. Even as it heaved, I puffed out my chest. While sucking in air, trickles slid down my legs under Pete’s very slow roaming inspection.

When he nodded towards Bobby, I followed. For the first time in a while, I scanned my husband. No longer simply trembling, he was experiencing full-body tremors. Both hands were pressed deep into his trousers. After glancing at Bobby’s crotch, Pete flashed me an impish smile.

“Hey Bobby boy.” He leaned down close to gaze into my husband’s pale face. “Look, man. At this point, Lisa might as well take it all off.”

With images still whirling inside me and the room blurring, it took a few seconds for my mind to decipher his words. What? No way. Except, well, I mean, I’d been naked in the pool. With his eyes fixed on me, Bobby said nothing. Clad in less than a handkerchief’s worth of gauzy material, my frame shook beneath the fiery lights. Pete had a point.

“I mean, look at what little she’s wearing now.” Yep, of course, he was correct. After shifting an arm—a massive arm—over my husband’s shoulder, Pete leaned closer to him but kept his inspecting eyes on me. “I’ve already seen almost everything. And that’s here. At the pool, if I’m perceiving correctly, you asked her to show off for me. Ain’t that right, Bobby boy?”

Yes. Yes, it is. He’s right, Bobby boy. He’s so very right. Say something. Do some—thing.

When my husband flicked his gaze from me to Pete, my chest froze; I wanted to show off again. For Pete. He had labored so hard to get me here. To get me so worked up.

The snap from my bra’s catch releasing echoed much louder than I thought. Both sets of eyes whipped to me as the tiny strip of taut lace fell from my chest to the floor. Neither said a word, but Pete rushed to the camera as Bobby’s knees wobbled.

No complaint from my husband. Not even a hint of anger. No—anything. Instead, a moan slid from Bobby’s lips when my hands moved to my hips. After one last glance at my husband, my fingertips skimmed the tight waistband. As I gazed into the glossy black lens, and the hungering eyes behind it, I waited.

Time slowed as cooler air flew from the vents across my bare chest. A quiver slithered through my flaring core. With every shift of Pete’s hand on the camera, the entire room—twitched. The music thumped. My heels scraped on the tile. As a whimper escaped my sticky lips, my nails curled into the lace. Direct me, Pete. Tell me what to do. Please.

“Alright, baby girl. Show me what I want to see.”

No shock at his words. None at all. After only a swift intake of air, I matched the beat, swirling my hips.

“That’s it, baby girl. Slow roll. Bend for me. Nice and slow. Tease me, filthy Lisa” My brain was no longer involved. Fantasy or not, it was pure lust moving my fingers. “Damn, that’s fine.” He flashed a quick grin at Bobby, who remained laser-focused on my bare torso and the roll of lace slithering to my knees. “Keep taunting me, you little tease. Make me work to see that pretty little pussy, baby girl.”

Since I couldn’t go any slower, the panties dropped away. After standing, I kicked them from my heel. Under the cool air and burning lights, my boobs juddered.

“Perfect, Lisa. Abso-fucking-lutely perfect. Now smile for me, baby girl. So Sexy. So fuckable.” Though back behind the camera, Pete’s grin widened as my smile expanded. “Now, slow turn, baby girl. Slow down. Don’t take my pussy away so fast, filthy, horny Lisa.”

His... His pussy? My pulse matched the racing, thrumming melody.