Chapter 3: In Deep

Wednesday came around expectantly. Once again Harriet tried to be super organised and kept her eyes open for the postman. Once again Witness had a number of parcels and once his van had driven into his driveway, she carried them over in a little tower. He watched from his doorway laughing as she brushed past and placed the boxes on a table. She stood before him in her dress and lifted the hem to her chest. She wasn’t wearing panties and she proudly showed her bare cunt to show she had followed his orders. He smiled, nodding appreciatively and this time it was Harriet who climbed the stairs to the bedroom while he followed with the boxes.

She dropped the dress to the floor on immediately entering the room, standing naked and enjoying his eyes on her. Witness walked around her, never removing his gaze, until he put the boxes in his cupboard. She heard him going through some boxes and then he emerged with a small packet. He tossed it to her and said “This is for you. Put it on”

She opened the packet to find a cheap chain necklace with a small charm attached. It was a spade from a suit of cards. It wasn’t exactly fine jewellery.

“You didn’t have to”, she said. “You don’t need to buy me anything”.

“I didn’t”, was his reply, “Put it on”.

She tipped it out of the packet and held it to her neck, waiting for his help. He stood behind her and reached round squeezing her left tit, before he fastened it. She let it drop to sit between her breasts.

“Good. Now smile”, he said, taking a few photos of her standing bare breasted wearing the charm. She giggled and posed enjoying the attention. Once he had taken his pictures she lay back on the bed, her legs open, showing him her shaven pussy.

“Turn over”, he instructed and she rolled over showing her still pert bottom. Witness opened another envelope and removed a small sheet of paper. He peeled off a layer and carefully positioned it on her bum. “Don’t move”, was his second instruction as he went to the ensuite bathroom and came back with a wet cloth. He gently sponged the paper. Harriet wasn’t sure what was happening, but it felt very caring and intimate. He slowly peeled the paper away and dabbed it dry. “There you go”, he said. “What is it?”, she asked. “You’ll see”, was his reply.

He told her to kneel on the bed as he walked to a side table and set up a little camera on a tiny tripod and pointed it at the bed. Once satisfied with the position he undressed as she watched.

His cock seemed even bigger, even thicker, even darker. It was fully erect and she blushed as she realised she was the cause. He came towards her with his phone on record.

“Now get on all fours and wiggle that ass”, he said. She leant forward on her hands, popped her bum up and wiggled for him trying to put on a good show. After a moment she felt his hand squeeze her cunt and a finger slip in, rotating and feeling her wetness.

“Get ready”, he said as she felt his cock pushing at her pussy, sliding in and opening her up fully. He didn’t stop until it was fully in.

“Oh fuck”, she gasped, dropping to her elbows. She felt him withdraw, it felt amazing, his full length drawing against her. Then he pushed in again harder, and faster, and again, and again. She felt the spade charm swinging on its chain against her breasts.

“Oh god”, she whimpered as he slammed his cock deep into her. She could feel his balls swinging against her, as he kept pounding.

She dropped her head into the bedsheets, as she was pushed again and again. His hands reached around for her tit again, squeezing and pinching.

“God”.

She heard his voice, but it wasn’t God, it was Witness. “Say I’ve witnessed the power. SAY IT!”

She raised her head. “I’ve witnessed the power”, she stumbled under the physical onslaught.

“Again, louder”, he said as he kept up the power and rhythm.

“I’ve witnessed the power. I’ve witnessed the power”, it became a chant in time with his thrusts, she repeated it louder between her gasps. It was like an invocation, making her even more light headed, as she felt it build inside her.

His hands were on her hips, his thrusts taking his cock up to the hilt, faster and harder.

She felt it in her very inner core. She felt it bulge, she felt it spurt, she felt herself flood. He held her hips close to him, remaining fully impaled as he emptied inside of her. She shuddered and cried out as her orgasm engulfed her while he held her to him tight.

It seemed like forever before he eventually withdrew. “Don’t move”

She wondered what he had in mind as he moved behind her.

“Open your legs a little further”. She adjusted her position. “That’s nice”, he said.

She held that position for a while and then he said “Squeeze that cunt”.

She contracted her vaginal muscles, bringing up her pelvic floor, hoping that was what he meant. “Yes. Good”. She remained like that for another while before he slapped her on the ass and said she was done. She certainly felt it, she let herself collapse on the bed exhausted.

She felt pummeled and bruised, but so satisfied. She watched him as he walked around checking the camera.

“You’ll blur my face again?”, she asked.

“Yes, but it’s not your face they’ll be watching”, he laughed. “This will be good”. He shot her a wide grin.

She tried to stand, but her legs felt like jelly. She sat on the edge of the bed trying to recover her strength. Sex had never been that draining before. Witness pulled her up and stripped the bed, putting the covers into a bin bag. “Take that and wash them”, he said as he returned to his camera. His attention had completely left Harriet, and she suddenly felt like a spare part. She recovered her dress and put it on and staggered towards the door. She had arrived without underwear and now felt the uncomfortable drip between her legs and running onto her thighs.

“I’d best go”, she said. She only got a grunt in reply.

Was it always going to be like this, she thought as she crossed the close as quickly as possible, carrying the bin bag, conscious that she probably looked like she’d been in a traffic accident.

Her first stop was the washing machine. She emptied the bag into it, threw in a detergent tab and switched it on, thankfull that nobody else in the house involved themselves in the laundry. She then climbed the stairs to the bathroom, ran the taps and stepped out of her dress.

The water was warm and welcoming, and soothed her pains. She remembered the strength of her orgasm and decided it was worth it.

Relaxing in the bath she picked up the phone and watched her blow job video. Again she was surprised at how good she seemed at sucking cock, when she had actually felt totally out of her depth.

There were more likes and comments.

“Perfect Queen of Spades”. She was still wearing the necklace and she suddenly realised what it represented. She smiled, holding it between her fingers as she laid further back in the bath

She laid there for nearly an hour, occasionally topping up the hot water with her toes on the tap. This was her time and she was going to enjoy it. She still had a couple of hours before anyone came home and she had to play mother again.

She dried herself and dressed, picking up her phone. She was still in her video gallery and noticed that there was now a second video. She started playing it. It was the video he had just shot, but it seemed small on her phone. She went downstairs, closed all the curtains and switched on the big TV. She made sure to reduce the volume before she started to cast the video from her phone.

It started with a shot of her bottom, presented straight to camera. On her bum was a tattoo, the spade symbol again but with a white letter Q at the centre. She reached behind into her waistband and felt it still on her skin. It had survived the bath.

She watched herself perform a sexy wiggle and then saw Witness’s hand move between her legs. He inserted a finger and then showed how wet she was to the camera. The watching Harriet blushed.

Then his cock moved in and without any hesitation pushed into her. She heard her own gasp.

The shot now cut to the side, Witness thrusting into her. She watched her own tits jiggle to his rhythm and watched the hypnotic swing of her QoS necklace. She never really had sex doggy style and yet watching herself doing it raised a strong, raw emotional response. She heard her own moans and whimpers. She didn’t remember making that much noise, and they became more muffled but louder as she put her head into the bedclothes as he kept fucking her hard. She watched her hands grab at the bedclothes.

She heard his instruction and watched her head come up. “I’ve witnessed the power”. She heard it repeated, occasionally lost in grunts, gasps and yelps. Once again he had blurred her face, but she wanted to see it. It was quite intoxicating to watch that power build as she repeated the phrase. She watched his hands on her hips grabbing her and pulling her in and then with one final, powerful thrust he remained deep in her, holding her tight to him.

She watched as her body shuddered and convulsed and heard herself cry out, her moans dying down as he finished ejaculating inside of her. The angle cut again to her rear as he withdrew. His cock was covered in a creamy substance, her own juices churned up along with his cum, foam around her cunt. The camera lowered as she watched herself change position, widening her legs.

She saw her bare pussy lips up close. They glistened with juices and she noticed they were actually quivering. They were puffed up and parted, allowing her a view into her own cunt hole, his semen flowing from within, thick and dangling from her pussy in long strands before falling onto the bed. She watched her own vagina contract and another glob of semen emerged, falling to join the rest in a pool. She gasped at the view, close up, high definition on a 65” screen.