New Neighbor
Copyright© 2025 by CW
Chapter 101
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 101 - Jess and Aaron are a couple into BDSM They get a new, inexperienced neighbor and take her into their lifestyle.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Rape Romantic Fiction BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Enema Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Tit-Fucking
We got to the college early. I wanted to ensure that we got good seats up at the front row. The range on the vibrator was plenty long enough but we needed to be close to the stage in order for Brent to be able to see everything on his end. My cellphone camera had no zoom and I planned for there to be lots to see.
We sat down and got comfortable. There were a handful of other families in the room but it was a large auditorium so there wasn’t anyone directly on either side of us. I pulled up my contacts list on the phone.
“Hi, Aaron” Brent said on the other end.
“Hold on, Brent, let me put you on speaker,” I said, setting my phone on my lap.
“Hi, Em! Hi, guys!” Brent said, his voice loud in the quiet hall. I lowered the volume.
“Hi, Brent!” Jess said. “Are you all squared away to watch everything from the station?”
“Yep,” he replied. “I’m in my private room used for sleeping. It doesn’t hold anything other than a twin bed, but it’ll do.”
“K, Brent,” I said. “Open the app I setup on your phone and press the button that says ‘Go’”
We all heard a short laugh from Brent’s end of the phone, but only I knew what had caused it. The app on his phone was one part of the pair that I’d coded myself and the button was actually a photo of a vagina with “Go!” superimposed over it. I figured he’d get a kick out of it.
“K, it says ‘Please wait, socket connecting’,” he said. There were a few moments of silence before the screen on my phone flashed and changed.
When it did, the screen was divided into two halves, top and bottom. The top half showed Brent’s face while the bottom half was completely black. Black, that was, until I lifted the phone up off my lap which was blocking the front facing camera. Once I did, the bottom half showed the image being recorded which, at that moment, was the base of the auditorium stage.
“Can you guys see me?” asked Brent.
“Yes,” I replied. “How ‘ bout you?”
“Yep, I can see the stage,” he replied.
I swung the phone up and around, sweeping it across the room.
“Whoa!” he shouted. “You’re going to make me sick if you keep doing that!”
“Whoops, sorry,” I said sincerely. I braced the phone on my knee and angled it to get the best view. “How’s that?”
“Much better,” he replied.
“K, on the bottom of your screen you should see the other item we discussed.” I was being deliberately vague because Emma didn’t know about the final surprise. But she figured it out a moment later. She shrieked and jumped in her seat as the vibrator buzzed to life. She looked at my hands, but saw that I wasn’t touching anything.
“Who...” she started to ask as she grabbed her crotch.
“Me,” Brent answered. The buzzing between her legs stopped.
I elaborated. “I modified the software so that Brent could connect to my phone and in turn allow him to operate the v-” I stopped myself from saying ‘vibrator’ aloud as several families were all within earshot around us now. “the ‘device’, from the fire-station. If that isn’t the ‘next best thing to being there’ then I don’t know what is.”
“Aaron, you arranged all that?” Emma asked incredulously.
“I did. I have skills beyond those in the bedroom, you know,” I said. That sentence got me a scornful look from a forty-something blonde woman sitting three seats to my left. I’d have to be more careful.
“So,” I continued in a lower voice, “It’s Brent who is going to be, uh, ‘driving Miss Daisy’, down there today.” I chuckled at my euphemism. No one else did. Tough crowd.
“K,” I said, turning my attention back to Brent. “Swinging the phone around.”
I turned towards Emma – much more slowly this time, so as not to make Brent vomit in the firehouse – and pointed the camera so he could see her, rather than the empty stage.
“Hey, sweetie,” Brent said. His picture was facing me but I had a suspicion that his comment was directed at his fiancée.
“Hey, baby,” Emma said to the rear of my phone. She smiled and blew him a kiss. She was rewarded with more tickling inside her pussy.
“Oooooh, Brent,” she moaned. Her moan earned us another glowering look from the blonde buzz-kill down the row. Emma didn’t care, though.
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