"Well, if I am going to be your wh*re I need full access to every aspect of your life. Your house, your car, your bank accounts, everything," she replied, nipples throbbing underneath her top.
I was too shocked to form a reply, so she used the silence to continue.
"But do not worry, I did not take any naked pictures of you. I wanted to save my prize for when I had earned it," Lisa stated. "That moment when you willingly unzip your pants and scoop out that fat, rock-hard taken d*ck for me... that moment is too delicious to waste." She paused, her finger grazing over her protruding nipple, clearly enjoying these thoughts. I did not know what to say, and my eyes slid back to the pictures of my girlfriend.
"So, in my computer, I labeled these pictures 'The Disaster Zone', for obvious reasons," she began.
"I mean, just look at this."
In the pictures, it seemed like my girlfriend was getting ready for the day in the bathroom. She wore a plain, gray cotto
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Her firm a*s-cheeks were round and full enough to engulf the string of her miniscule thong in her deep a*s-crack, the tiny material disappearing between the fleshy mounds. The thin black, lacy thong showcased her mouthwatering rear-end perfectly, framing it, showcasing its shape. The thin material dug in slightly into her smooth flesh lightly, the small straps of the tiny thong drawn tightly against her body. The straps hugged the upper edge of her butt cheeks, meeting at the triangle of material at the cleft of her a*s-crack. And above the thong was her tramp stamp, a tattoo of some green, thorny vines, roses bursting out from it. The tattoo not out of place on the image she was presenting."Look at that a*s," Lisa gasped quietly from my right, startling me as she stood over the side of the bed, closer than
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)When I finally looked back at Lisa, I met her eyes, eyes that were beaming with pride. She stood in profile to me, letting me gaze over her luscious curves. I thought over what she was doing, not believing that I was seeing someone seriously make the argument that they should be given a job solely on the basis of their hot body. There was no shame on her face. No hesitance in her actions. No sign in the least that this was some huge joke on her part. She had a plan, but she was not done yet. Far from it. She had used many weapons, but not the big ones, not really. She was clearly holding back, and deep down, I knew it was now time to bring the big guns more into play.She spun on her heel, turning to face me fully, revealing the fact that her top was now completely unbuttoned and spread apart, exposing her large, bra-clad bre*sts. And her spinning motion caused those massive jugs to bounce, the smooth, silky flesh jiggling,
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Lisa continued to explain to me about her fantasies as I was forced to lay still on the bed and listen to her until my ears bled.“When he just dives in face-first and just drowns in softness of my bre*sts... It is enough to make any man just f*cking explode! And they can be yours. All yours! You can squeeze them, slap them, suck them, f*ck them. You can pull out your fat d*ck and cover them with hot, thick cum! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, because they will be yours! And I guarantee that these f*cking jugs will give you more pleasure and more happiness than anything than that sweet, little Miss Colette can give you! And when you finally get your hands on these udders... mmm, it will be better than your f*cking wedding night! I guarantee it." she affirmed.She stood straight up, her boobs bouncing with this motion, before she smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.If her a*s could do dama
In this motion, she had clicked forward to the last side of her presentation. There were two pictures, next to each other. One was of my girlfriend, again in her underwear, smiling at herself in the mirror, happy with the image she was presenting, her slim body still clad in her frumpy underwear. Next to this picture was one of Lisa, also in my girlfriend's underwear, her luscious body barely contained by the garments. She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew that she had her competition beat. Knowing she was superior to the woman next to her in every way. Her huge, soft, mammoth jugs overflowing the cotton bra, the pressure they were exerting nearly shredding it. Her rock hard n*pples were pointing outward beneath the garment, as if she loved showing off other women's inferiority. On one side, my girlfriend, looking cute in her practical underwear. On the other side was Lisa, eyes glimmering with dark intentions, he lips curled wickedly, her body rocking the shit out of a bra an
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Throwing yourself at men to get ahead, calling yourself a slut... Lisa, you need to solve your own issues before taking them out on others. You are not happy with the life you have; you see the worst in yourself, and therefore you see the worst in others. The whole basis of your argument as to why I should be with you is that you are attracted to me, and you secretly think I am attracted to you, because you are convinced that someone like me has this... 'secret dark side'. You assume the only reason someone could like you is if they are not actually a good person, but maybe you cannot believe the fact that, after spending your life seducing men who would have you, or going to nightclubs and picking up men there, maybe you found yourself unsatisfied. Maybe you wanted more. Maybe you just cannot believe that you would actually be attracted to a good, decent guy."She was taken aback by this argument, but she stammered over her wo
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I shook my head, looking away, wanting this to just be done. I rested my hand on the doorknob again, pausing, waiting for her to put her clothes back on so I could just open the door and leave without the fear of being caught.I would not be so lucky.She released her grip on her own a*s and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round a*s against the bed. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the bed, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pu**y. The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Lisa! Put your damn clothes back on, now! And get the hell..." I began, my anger boiling over, but she interrupted my words by shaking her bre*sts side-to-side, and my vision was arrested once again. The sight of all the soft, succulent flesh bouncing, they took the words right out of me."I can tell you like what you see," Lisa said, her voice an insidious purr. "You can be honest with me, Callum. As your girlfriend, honesty is the best policy, so I want you to be truthful with me. I want you to be honest when I ask... do you want to squeeze my big, soft, naked bre*sts, Callum?" she asked, shaking her smooth, jugs side-to-side, causing them to hypnotizingly bounce again, her hard n*pples dancing through the air.My eyes were again drawn to them, against my will, watching them move with every step. My mouth was dry, preventing me from responding. I do not know why I could not find the words to speak as soon as she made h
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Lisa..." I urged, trying desperately to stop her."This... this is the last possible way you want to be successful in life so please, just let me walk away. For the last time... I do not want this. I am happily taken. I love my girlfriend, I..." I began, but before I could finish, Lisa firmly reached out and planted her open palm against my throbbing bulge.I jumped in shock and grunted as I felt this forced pleasure."Mmm, you can stop pretending, Callum..." she whispered lustily, her deft fingers putting pressure on my clothed shaft, slowly traversing its length."If you really loved your girlfriend that much, you would not be THIS hard!" she remarked, squeezing my throbbing meat."Jesus Christ, you are f*cking huge!" she said to herself, her fingers admiring my d*ck through my slacks."I have never felt a c*ck this hard before. You must really like me," she said, wearing a knowing smirk
Before I could jump to conclusions, I decided to give Colette the benefit of a doubt. I returned to my car and while I sat in the parking lot of the hospital, I decided to call every hospital in the state.It has been three hours since I started calling multiple hospitals in New York. There are a total of two hundred and fourteen hospital in New York city. I managed to call forty of them within a short distance from Colette’s school, our home, and any other place she could have been in the time of going into labor.None of the hospitals had any record of Colette giving birth. What the actual hell is going on?Is she hiding something from me?I returned home as fast as I could. Colette was in the living room asleep with the television on.I quietly made my way upstairs and I took Kaylin from her crib. I wrapped her in a blanket and made my way out of the house. I then drove back to the hospital.I walked up to the receptionist with Kayl
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Currently I was seated outside on the front porch as I swung the baby to sleep. I looked down on her where she sat on my lap, slowly dozing off into dreamland. I looked at her features and how they changed over the past eight months, and it got me thinking. I would never accuse Colette of cheating on me, but in these circumstances, I was suspicious of a few things.Firstly, her hair color. It looks nothing like my hair, nor does it look like Colette’s hair. My hair as well as Colette’s hair, is curly and wavy, Kaylin’s hair is pin straight. My eyes were brown, and Colette’s eyes were like a hazel brown color…Kaylin’s eyes were so blue you could see the ocean in them. It was so blue it almost looked purple at times. Neither Colette nor I has freckles, yet Kaylin has freckles all over her body.I am beginning to think this is not my kid and I did not know how to go about this. I could ta
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I made the baby.Those words. That moment. That instant. That day would always resonate in my head. It has been eight months since the birth of my daughter Kaylin Johnson and not a day passes by that I do not think about that day Colette messaged me. I remember that day like it was yesterday.I was in the United Kingdom, London to be specific on a business trip. This trip was not particularly a fun one that would have allowed me to relax and take a break from my busy work schedule. I had just come out of a really tough meeting. Things were not looking good for me at the last minute. Throughout this trip I have been cutting deals really close as I began to teach myself along the way to do business the right way seeing as I no longer had sex appeal on my side. There were times where some of the women that would be present at meetings would make minor advances toward me. I could adhere to their advances, but I chose
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Meanwhile I prepare for the demise of Maria Vergara, Callum has been messaging me nonstop in full panic mode. Last night, when I decided that I would perform the surgery today, I figured that I would ignore all of Callum’s messages and phone calls to make it seem as though I could not be reached. This is to make it believable when I tell him that I went into labor and was unable to contact him because of everything that happened while I was in labor.Eventually I got to the store and while I walked around checking out the various equipment, I regretted my modest decision to not walk into the store dressed as a doctor in a lab coat. I felt judged. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me…or was it my fear of getting caught; the nagging feeling that someone knew something I did not stayed in the back of my mind while I t
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I spent the entire night doing research on performing a cesarean section. Since I got home, I have been studying the medical notes made by other people so that I, myself, would be able to perform this procedure with much success. I would like to think that I could handle this on my own because I am a pre-medical student. This could serve as a test to my future surgical tendencies as a neurosurgeon and I could not have been any more excited. Of course, in the future, I could only hope that my patient would be alive after the operation because my intent now, is that she dies and remains dead. I wanted to order some sort of anesthesia while I prepared myself for the surgery because I felt like I could at least be a little humane and numb the pain for the woman, but I do not think it would get here in time because I have limited time.While I stayed awake last night, studying the instructions to perform a cesarean section on a human
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Eventually, I had to move away in fear of getting called out for my lack of a baby bump. Callum was always at work these days and I usually had to drive myself to school every day but at the end of it all, I would be seeing Callum. However, it has been approximately nine months since I announced the pregnancy, and it is about time I showed up with a bump. Fortunately for me, I told Callum that I thought it would be best for me to stay on campus instead of driving back and forth each day to and from school. I explained to him that this way, I could sleep in more and I would not have to worry about being late to my classes so I would be lessening on the stress I would feel each day.This especially played in my favor because I attended a religious community college which did not allow boys into the female dorms. The onl
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)I got a notification on Facebook that I had received a new friend request. I immediately clicked on the notification to check out the person’s profile. It was not odd for me to get friend requests on Facebook out of the blue these days. After announcing my fake pregnancy to Callum, he had been working double time to make sure that I get everything that I wanted and needed just so we would be able to avoid a replay of what happened the first time I got pregnant. This included leaving the job I had, working as Callum’s secretary, and taking my time with school. Where I would usually do a full load every semester, now I do only about three courses per semester. Yes, that means it will take longer for me to graduate but at least I barely have assignments now and I have more time to sleep. My days have been stress free and I am more than grateful for that blessing.I was not even scared or paranoid about leaving Callum to
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)It has been a couple months since I miscarried, and I could not have been more depressed. I was not entirely sure how long it has been because I have been so out of it that I could not focus on anything. I could not help but feel like the miscarriage was my fault. There is not a day that goes by that I do not hate myself a little bit more for losing the baby. Deep down inside, I feel like Callum blames me as well, but I do not think he would be wrong to. I had been undergoing so much stress that I knew was not good for the baby, yet I continued on with my own selfish journey of a self-fulfilling prophecy. Looking back now to all of those times I took advantage of the fact that I got pregnant in the first place, makes this all the more painful because I could have done so many things differently to avoid this, but I did
The pain continued to be unbearable, and I tried my hardest to not scream in agony, but it seemed quite difficult to do so. After a short while, the nurse returned with the painkiller injections, and she turned me onto my side so that she could stick the needle into my butt cheek. Thankfully, it did not hurt at all. Almost immediately I felt the medication dull the pain I felt on my lower back and my lower abdomen. With this relief, I soon fell asleep.I was awoken by a team of doctors who were all surrounding my bed. One of them held a clip board with a bunch of papers stacked onto it and the rest of them were preparing some tools, I would assume to use on me.One of them approached me and stuck a thermometer under my arm.“Keep that in there tightly, okay?” The woman said kindly.I nodded in acknowledgement and did as I was told.“Okay, are you getting any pain right now?” One of the doctors asked.I nodded again.