While My Boyfriend Watches (3 page)

“I asked you a question, Emily.” His voice
was cold and low. “Have you lost the ability to speak? That’s fine.
We can do something that doesn’t require you to talk. If I were to
shove my cock down your throat, would I be the first man in your
mouth?”

Oh god.
He was going to make me suck
his cock, too? Slowly, I shook my head no. He wouldn’t be the
first. I’d started giving Brandon blowjobs after he cheated on me
with Anna Blakely.

“So you have experience.” Mr. North pulled
his fingers out of me. To my shame, my pussy ached for his lost
presence. “Well, get on your knees and show me what you’ve
learned.”

I stood from the bed on shaky legs. As I
rose, I looked over at Brandon. He sat frozen in his chair, looking
petrified and sick. Maybe he was too scared to say anything. Maybe
he really was paralyzed with shock. But still, I couldn’t believe
that he was sitting back and letting me take the fall for what we’d
done. What’s more, I couldn’t believe he wasn’t stopping his dad.
Of course, Brandon would easily lose a fight against Mr. North.
He’d probably get knocked out cold in two seconds flat, in fact.
But that didn’t mean he shouldn’t have tried.

Turning my back to Brandon, I faced Mr. North
and sank to the carpet, kneeling between his muscular thighs. I
moved with trembling hands, unbuckling his black leather belt
before undoing the button of his slacks. Why was I on my knees in
front of my boyfriend’s dad, pulling down his zipper as I prepared
to suck his cock? Why didn’t I just say no and face the
consequences?

Well, I knew the consequences of Mr. North
telling my parents would be devastating. It would dramatically
alter my future, possibly changing everything I’d planned out for
my life. But even more than that, it seemed like I
couldn’t
say no to Mr. North. I instinctively knew that he was the kind of
man who would take what he wanted no matter what, but he’d be even
harsher in the face of resistance.

Mr. North stood, pulling down his slacks
along with his boxer briefs. When his cock leapt free, my mouth
dropped open. It was
huge
. I’d seen men that big in porn
before, but not many, and even then I’d thought it was just a trick
of the camera angle. I hadn’t known that it was possible in real
life, but Mr. North’s massive erection was hard proof of just how
wrong I was.

He wanted me to put that in my mouth? And
later, in my pussy? There was no way it would fit.

“What are you waiting for?” Mr. North’s
question snapped me out of my wide-eyed daze. “Suck.”

Reaching out for him, I wrapped my fingers
around the base of his cock. I stacked my other hand on top,
encircling his girth. Even with both hands on him, there was still
plenty of cock left uncovered. Leaning forward, I brought my face
closer to him.

I flicked my tongue out, licking up the
pre-cum that glistened at the tip of him. Slowly, I swirled my
tongue around the head before moving to lick the sides of his cock
like an ice cream cone. When he was covered in a thin sheen of my
saliva, I moved back to the tip of him, wrapping my lips around the
meaty head and slowly taking him into my mouth.

It was impossible to fit all of him into me.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, letting out a low groan as
I surrounded him with the warm heat of my mouth. Bobbing my head up
and down, I moved my mouth over the smooth skin that covered Mr.
North’s rigid hardness, feeling him grow even harder as I sucked
him.

After a few minutes, he tightened his hold on
my hair, gripping it tight. “There’s no need to be shy, Emily. It’s
not like you haven’t sucked a cock before. Now move your fucking
hands.”

And with that he started using my hair as a
rein, roughly guiding me up and down his steel length as he thrust
forcefully into my mouth. I did as he told me, removing my hands
and holding onto his muscular thighs instead. Mr. North took
advantage of the freed space, pulling my mouth down onto his cock
beyond what I could handle, slamming into my throat as he forced
himself to fit.

I had sucked cock before, but
never
like this. It wasn’t even like I was sucking him off right now. It
was more like he was fucking my face. My eyes watered as the head
of him blocked my airway, gagging me. I dug my nails into Mr.
North’s hard thighs, but he didn’t slow down.

In fact, it seemed to spur him on, his
movements growing faster and wilder. A trickle of wetness spilled
from my pussy and slowly ran down my thigh. I was turned on by Mr.
North’s harsh, humiliating punishment. There was no way to deny it,
even though I wanted to.

My body was responding to his animalistic
treatment like it wanted to be used and abused by him, even though
my mind knew it was unbelievably wrong to be on my knees, sucking
his cock while Brandon watched, powerless to stop what was
happening.

“Oh fuck.” Mr. North let out a low, guttural
moan, his hips jerking uncontrollably as he clutched my hair
harder. His body tensed and he pulled my head down hard, his cock
snaking down my throat as he thrust into me, groaning loudly. A
gush of hot, salty liquid hit my throat.

He was coming in my mouth! I’d never
swallowed with Brandon, always pulling off when he told me he was
about to come and letting him finish on a napkin. But Mr. North
hadn’t given me any warning of what was coming, and the way he held
onto me now left no room for me to wiggle away. Stream after stream
of his cum filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it as it came, but
it was hard to do with his thickness still shoved down my
throat.

When he pulled out, I quickly swallowed the
sticky mouthful and gasped for air. Despite what had just happened,
I was relieved. Mr. North came in my mouth, which meant his talk
about fucking me was just that. Talk. After the way he’d fucked my
face, I knew I couldn’t handle having his massive cock in my pussy.
He would destroy me. I still couldn’t believe what he’d made me do,
but given the other possible outcomes, going down on Mr. North was
a lot better than losing my virginity to my boyfriend’s dad.

Mr. North had gotten what he wanted from me.
Now it was time for me to make a quick exit, leaving the North
house in the ultimate walk of shame. My boyfriend had just seen me
suck off his dad. I didn’t know how Brandon and I would ever get
past this, but I knew right now wasn’t the time to talk about
it.

I stood, avoiding the eyes of the man who’d
just been inside my mouth. Turning, I reluctantly faced Brandon. He
still had the frozen expression on his face, like he was in a
terrified daze. Hot shame poured through me, but I tried to fight
back the guilt. Brandon knew as well as I did that what I’d just
done hadn’t been my choice. In fact, if he hadn’t insisted on
continuing to lie to his dad, things would have unfolded completely
differently.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Mr.
North’s low voice sent a sharp shiver down my spine.

“Um, home,” I said, still looking at Brandon
instead of him. Remembering his demand for respect, I hastily
added, “Sir.”

“Aren’t you forgetting something, Emily?”

Realizing he must be referring to my panties,
I turned around to retrieve them. But when I looked down, I
immediately forgot about the panties. My full attention was drawn
to Mr. North’s lap, where his thick cock was just as hard and long
as it had been earlier. His erection hadn’t subsided at all, even
though he’d just poured ounce after ounce of cum down my
throat.

I slowly backed away, shaking my head. “Mr.
North, you can’t-”

He stood, towering over me as he fixed me
with a bone-chilling glare. “What did I say about telling me what I
can and can’t do, Emily?”

“I-I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered, watching as
he began undoing the buttons that ran along the center of his
long-sleeved shirt. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do. I’m
sorry.”

Mr. North pulled off his shirt, now standing
before me completely naked. My eyes couldn’t keep from traveling
over his body, sweeping over his muscular arms, toned stomach, and
strong thighs. He looked like the definition of raw masculinity and
sheer power.

He stepped to me, pulling me to him. I
pressed my palms against his hard chest, trembling under the
embrace of his strong arms. But it wasn’t a sweet hug. Not in the
least. His hard cock pressed against me, separated from my bare
skin only by thin cotton fabric.

Mr. North palmed my ass in his large hands,
first through my dress and then slipping underneath and journeying
upward. When his fingers found the clasp of my bra, he unhooked it
and slipped the straps from the armholes of my dress, taking it
off. He reached beneath my dress again, his hands cupping the firm
flesh of my ass cheeks.

One hand moved closer to my center, making me
hold my breath in nervous anticipation as he teased my entrance
with two fingertips. “You’re even wetter than you were before,
Emily.”

Despite the circumstances, a wave of
instinctive female appreciation for his touch ran through me, heat
swirling in my center as my pussy tingled. He was the physical
embodiment of what it meant to be a man, and I couldn’t do anything
to stop my body’s powerful response to that.

I expected him to slip his fingers inside me
like he had before, roughly stroking my walls. But instead, his
hands gripped my ass and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my
legs around his waist as he carried me across the room, depositing
me on Brandon’s bed.

Brandon
.

I turned my head to the side to look at my
boyfriend, wondering if he’d have the last-minute courage to stand
up to his dad and willingly face the consequences, but Mr. North
climbed over me in bed, stealing my attention. Yanking the top of
my dress down, he exposed my breasts. He stared at them with a
predatory look on his face before leaning down to capture one of my
stiff pink nipples in his hot, hungry mouth.

“Mr. North!” I called his name, arching my
back as his teeth closed around my sensitive nipple in a sharp
bite.

He grabbed my breasts, squeezing the supple
flesh as he moved from one to the other, alternating between
sucking greedily and biting. There seemed to be a direct line from
my nipples to my pussy. Each flick of his skilled tongue sent hot
pleasure racing down to my core.

Mr. North dropped a hand down, making his way
between my parted thighs. His fingers found my opening and quickly
slid into the wet, pulsing heat. My pussy clenched around him,
gripping his thick fingers and pulling them in deeper.

Mr. North withdrew, rubbing the wetness from
my pussy on my clit. I had to fight to keep from moaning as he
traced circles around the little nub, biting my lip so hard I
worried I’d break skin. My mind and my body were operating on two
totally different levels. It felt so good, but I knew it was wrong.
Moaning, even if it was a natural reaction to Mr. North’s
pleasurable assault, would only send the wrong message to both my
boyfriend and his dad.

An intense tingling built up within me as the
pressure of Mr. North’s fingertips on my swollen clit made me feel
dizzy with need. My hips jerked as I writhed under him, unable to
completely suppress my response to his touch. A pulsing pleasure
rolled through me as he suckled and rubbed, the pressure growing so
strong that it was on the verge of bursting.

My breathing grew uneven and I clutched the
bed sheets, grasping for anything to steady me as I felt myself
nearing the edge of falling apart. Nothing-
nothing-
had
ever felt this good before. Just as I reached the edge of climax,
Mr. North pulled his hand from between my thighs at the same time
his mouth left my breast.

“Noooo!” I cried, unable to stop my automatic
reaction to being denied what I knew would have been the biggest,
most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.

Mr. North flashed a predatory grin, his eyes
darkened with lust. “You hear that, Brandon? Your whore girlfriend
is crying for more.” He addressed his son but kept his eyes fixed
on me. “You must not be satisfying her. Don’t worry. I won’t have
that problem.”

Brandon made a strangled noise in response,
like he was trying to talk but no words would come out. Apparently,
just like he’d let me shoulder all of the weight of our school
project, he was leaving me to face the full brunt of his dad’s
punishment.

“You can come when my cock’s inside of you,
Emily.” Mr. North moved back, giving me space. “Now take your dress
off. I want to see all of you.”

Obediently, I sat up, lifting my dress over
my head and dropping it off the bed without a word. What was there
left to say?

This was it. My boyfriend’s dad was going to
take my virginity.

Mr. North was back over me in a flash,
pressing me against the mattress with his hard body. His cock
nestled between my thighs, pressed flat against my pussy lips. He
ground against me, his erection sliding between my slit, the
underside of his cock being coated in my unbelievable wetness. He
was cruelly teasing me, delaying the inevitable as I wondered which
of his thrusts would be into me instead of against me. And his
cruel torture also brought me pleasure, his rigid length
stimulating my clit with each slide.

Finally, he drew his hips back, positioning
the head of his cock at my entrance without using his hands.
Feeling his flesh on mine sent a forbidden thrill through me. Mr.
North locked his blue eyes on mine as he grabbed my wrists, pinning
my arms to the bed. His face was just inches from mine. His
expression made me feel lightheaded. It was unlike anything I’d
ever seen before, a mixture of anger, determination, and raw
lust.

“You ready?” He didn’t wait for a reply. He
lunged forward, forcing his thick cock into my pussy, tearing me
open.