Act 8: Oops! I Did It Again

Vince’s brain had been in caveman mod since his online session with Helen a few days ago. He had compiled all the information he had about Kate, though, and was sitting at the kitchen table with both Claire and Helen.

Vince kept his eyes mostly on the table. If he allowed himself to look at the girls, he would end up with a massive hard-on. That could lead to either prematurely trying to convince Helen to open up to him, or a marathon session with Claire.

“After consulting with the Consul General in Tokyo, I was able to get the debit card account number of the card they gave Kate,” Vince commented, in a very business-like tone. “A simple search for purchase history told me that she is at least still in California.”

“So, how do we find her?” asked Claire. “Where was the last place she was?”

“According to her purchase history,” Vince began, rifling through his stack of paperwork. She zeroed out her balance in San Jose,” He looked up briefly at them both. They each had hopeful smiles on their faces.

“I plan to hire a private detective to try and rack her down,” Vince finished explaining how it would work and told them not to get their hopes up. It may take some time. They both agreed.

Vince had been fucking Claire nearly every night for more than two months now. Sometimes without protection. He wasn’t worried much about getting her pregnant. If she did, he’d deal with it and just be happy for a new family member.

Tonight though, he was alone. Claire had gone on a business trip for work. She would be gone a week. Vince considered just demanding Helen have sex with him in return for keeping her secret. He vetoed that idea almost instantly.

When he heard her on her chat stream again that night he got an idea. He rummaged through his things and found an old Japanese Tengu demon mask and his haori coat, with dragons and other demons pictured on it.

Stripping down and putting on the mask and haori, which only came down to his hips and did not tie closed. He quietly left his room and went to Helen’s. He opened the door slowly, making sure it didn’t squeak.

Getting down on all fours he crawled toward Helen who had her back to him. He was halfway to her when one of the viewers in chat called out “Holy Shit! What is that!?!” Helen spun around to look at Vince and screamed at the first site of his mask.

The mask was bright red with angry features, creased brows, and sharp teeth. But the main feature was the six-inch long nose with a bulbous tip, making it look like a bright red cock attached to the face of the mask.

Vince stood up when she screamed and faced her. His coat is open and exposing his manhood. He was obviously in full view of the camera and the voices coming from the speakers were a garble, everyone in the room trying to speak at once.

A single voice got through and Vince heard. “Good God, would you look at that Schlong!?!” Vince smiled behind the mask. He’d never been interested in male-on-male relations, but couldn’t deny he felt good being appreciated by another man.

That was when Helen piped up. “It’s ok, he’s a friend,” she said as she crawled toward him on her hands and knees. She motioned for him to kneel for her. Vince came down to her level on all fours. She whispered in his ear so no one could hear.

“It was you that sent the link then?” she asked, and Vince nodded. “So Claire isn’t enough for you?” hen Vince whispered in a growl.

“She might have been, until I saw what a slut you were,” for a moment she looked offended. Then he said. “I was Piccolo-Pete,” she froze. All color drained from her face. Slowly she regained composure and did something Vince did not expect.

When Helen closed her eyes she made an uncomfortably erotic face. She opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and began sucking on the nose of the mask. “Holy Carp!” Came a voice from the computer. Just then, dinging sounds began filling the room.

Vince guessed that was tips being given to Helen. Vince felt his cock getting hard and began stroking it with one hand. This made the chatroom explode again. More dings more exclamations. So Vince decided to step things up a bit.

Vince suddenly pushed Helen back and stood up. His rigid cock stands out from his body. He could hear an exaggerated, “Whoa!” from the computer speakers. He lifed Helen by the waist and flipped her upside down.

He’d seen this done many times in Japanese porn and knew he was strong enough to hold Helen’s small body up. He flipped her around so she faced his crotch. It took no prodding at all to get her to begin sucking his cock.

Though she was only sucking the head, he wasn’t going to force it further down her throat. Not now anyway. He tossed his head back and moaned. Then Vince leaned forward and brought her crotch close to his face.

“No way!” shouted one voyeur. “He can’t eat her with that mask on!” That was when he used her smooth ass cheek to lift the mask slightly and grab the tail of the vibe in his teeth. Vince yanked it out of her ass quickly and without warning.

Helen yelped and her followers went wild. “He’s gonna do it!” or other similar phrases came from the machine. Vince knew they were right. “This ought to get Helen some big tips,” he thought.

Then just as Helen began gingerly sucking him off again, he leaned over her crotch and plunged the nose of the mask into her ass. Helen screamed grabbed his legs and pulled herself in tightly.