Chapter 5

Wednesday November 2

Desmond wasn’t at work today. I’m slightly less confident in my assessment that he wouldn’t kill himself.

I’ve been browsing through the other security camera videos - the ones from his house - and I found another sex tape. It’s Chris, the boss, and a woman who I think is named Jennifer. She’s some sort of accountant I think. They’re in costumes and the timestamp says the recording was made a year ago, so I’m guessing this happened after a company Halloween party.

Chris is about thirty, tall, moderately good looking but with a stupid haircut. His face reminds me a little of my ex, Paris. He was wearing a soccer uniform of some sort - I don’t know if it’s modeled after some real team.

Jennifer was wearing a Bavarian beer wench costume - not super slutty, but it sure shows off her cleavage. Big boobs. She’s a little older than him - probably thirty-six. Her hair is blond and braided, but she’s got dark roots.

The video starts with Jennifer on the phone and Chris waiting and pouring himself some Jack Daniels into a plastic cup. Honestly, where is all this office booze kept?

“The sitter will stay for an extra hour,” she said when she finished with her phone call.

“So, now?” Chris asked.

“Now,” Jennifer replied and kissed him savagely. There was a definite air of we finally get to just be us in the way they made out.

Little by little Chris was gently tugging at her blouse while they kissed, until all at once he moved back and pulled down on the front, releasing her big soft breasts. The laced part of her dress was still plenty tight, so even when free, her breasts were lifted and pressed together. Chris looked like a kid in a candy store. His hands were upon them right away, squeezing and kneading.

Jennifer giggled and cooed while Chris indulged his boyish fascination. Surprisingly, he only used his hands. I thought guys always wanted to suck on breasts. Maybe it’s a size thing? There was no mistaking how stiff her nipples became, and her face became quite flush.

Soon Jennifer was pulling Chris’ shorts down and lightly jerking him off while he remained fixated on her breasts. Soon after that she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock into her mouth.

“Get it nice and wet,” Chris told her.

“I know how to give a blowjob,” she replied with a chuckle.

“No, I’ve got something else in mind,” he replied.

For a while, Jennifer’s jaw and throat churned and writhed while she massaged his cock with all of the parts of her mouth. She looked like she knew what she was doing - I’m certain she could have kept at it much longer, but for some reason, Chris was eager to move on.

Guiding Jennifer onto her back on the floor, Chris knelt over her and laid his erection on her chest between her boobs. She picked up on the plan and squeezed them together with her hands, making a nice cozy canyon of flesh for him. Chris spit, and then he began to fuck her cleavage.

“So I take it you’re a tits man, then?” Jennifer teased.

“When they’re tits like yours? Oh yeah,” Chris said, thrusting slowly. Her breasts quaked with his motion, and his cock-head just barely came out of hiding at the end of each stroke. “I’ve wanted to do this to you for years,” he added.

“If you come on my face, I’m setting fire to your office,” Jennifer warned.

I can’t imagine that what they were doing actually feels better than a mouth, pussy, or ass, right? So it must be about the visuals or the idea of the act. I would have assumed that Chris would get bored of the titty-fuck quickly and want to get to the main event, but he just kept going, every so often adding a new wad of spit.

After a number of minutes - longer than I would have tolerated even if I had the necessary cup size - Jennifer nudged him. “C’mon, get up,” she said. “Momma needs her sugar, too.”

Jennifer stood up and began the tiring process of taking off her dress. Once free of it, she kicked off her panties, too. “Keep the stockings,” Chris said, watching her. “They’re kinda hot.”

When she was done with her own clothes, Jennifer pulled Chris’ jersey over his head, and finished removing his shorts and underwear. She looked a little like a frustrated parent - as if she were thinking, Honestly, I shouldn’t need to show you how at your age.

After another quick round of kissing and touching, Chris was on his back, and Jennifer lowered herself down onto his pole, facing his feet. Pretty standard reverse-cowgirl, I thought, but then she lifted one of his knees up and turned somewhat, so that his thigh was upright between her legs. She moved her body up and down on his shaft, using his knee for support. I imagine she was getting a pretty nice rub against her clit with his leg, too.

“God your tits are amazing,” Chris remarked while Jennifer rode his cock. For the most part her back was to him, so I don’t see how he could be looking at her breasts. Personally, I was intrigued by the wing tattoo all the way across her upper back.

“Are you still thinking about fucking my tits?” Jennifer questioned with a touch of indignation.

“Yeah,” Chris confessed.

“Honestly!” Jennifer said. But she also smiled with pride. They both looked like they were getting a pretty good fuck on.

I wondered what it would be like to have big breasts like Jennifer. Would they make sex more fun? Do they feel better when there’s more there for a guy to squeeze? Would the extra bounce and jiggle turn on my partners more when they thrust into me? On the other hand, would I not be able to enjoy face-down sex as much? Maybe I’ll ask Martin to photoshop me with big boobs. I bet he’d blow his wad at the mere thought of it.

Jennifer’s body was not what you’d expect in a porn video. She’s not young, and she’s a little bit chubby. Her breasts have resisted aging remarkably well, but her bush looked like every time she had tried to shave in the last year, she was interrupted by a phone call half way through. There’s a scar on her belly that I assume is from a C-section. But somehow, it all comes together into someone really sexy. I don’t know what it is - some mysterious quality of maturity, maybe. I hope when I’m her age, I look as good as she does riding some guy’s cock.

“You gonna come?” Chris asked.

“Soon,” Jennifer answered.

Chris closed his eyes. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t hear any words. Jennifer was putting more effort into griding on his thigh then a proper up-and-down, but there was still plenty of hip action to move his dick against her insides.

Jennifer didn’t make any sound as she approached her climax, but she reached behind her and put a hand on Chris’ chest. Her mouth hung open, panting. The hand on Chris’ chest became an eagle claw tearing into his skin. She leaned forward into his knee and wrapped both arms around it while her hips bucked in short, quick, involuntary thrusts - twenty or thirty of them. Then she went back to bouncing with steady strokes, up and down.

“You can come now,” she said in a tired voice.

I just did,” he answered. As if to verify his claim, Jennifer reached between her legs and then brought a sample of his cream to her mouth. Finally she slowed and they climbed apart.

“Isn’t there any way you can spend the night with me?” Chris asked while they were cleaning up and getting dressed. He seemed so vulnerable.

“No,” she told him gently. “But thanks for a lovely night off from motherhood.”

Thursday November 3

Martin is coming in to town this weekend to get his dick sucked and hopefully solve the mystery of Mandy’s secret outings. I’m looking forward to visiting with him. I’m hoping that the glory hole experience will relieve the awkwardness between us.

“Yeah, but what if it’s a bad experience?” Juliet challenged me when I mentioned it to her. “What if he can’t get in, or if only guys are sucking dick that day? What if it’s someone who bites? You’ve promised this kid a blowjob. You might have to do it yourself.”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” I told her.

Juliet had warned me not to sleep with Martin a year ago, saying that he would get clingy and weird. She was partly right. But she’s always had this snobby attitude toward him, without even meeting him. I don’t like that about her.

For the most part, all of the guys I’ve talked to on the dating site have reached out to me. I guess that’s the normal male-female dynamic. But there’s one guy that the site recommended who really caught my eye. Here’s the About Me section of his profile:

Zombie survivor seeks paramour

Wanted: female romantic companion for the upcoming zombie apocalypse. Must enjoy indoor activities such as reading, movies, video games, board games, and conversation. (Occasional salvaging runs / picnics possible once the hoards die down.) Frequent quiet, candle-lit evenings can be expected.

The ideal candidate will be able to maintain her sense of humor and take decisive action in the face of unexpected or “impossible” circumstances. She should be able to solve unorthodox problems creatively, with limited resources.

Marksmanship, medical training, good communication skills, and an eagerness to learn by doing are all pluses.

Recommended attire includes practical shoes and non-restrictive garments.

When applying, please describe any previous zombie-related experience. Those with unhealed bite marks need not apply.