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
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Oooh, I think you like that sound of that!" she said, smirking at me as her grip traversed the length of my hard pipe, skin-on-skin."Is that right? You like the idea of draining your nuts in the neighborhood slut's c*nt? Giving the biggest skank in the neighborhood a baby? I think you do!""No," I gasped out, trying my best not to acknowledge the pleasure her skilled hand was bringing me. I was pressed against the bed, clinging to it, doing everything I could to fight off what she was doing to me."But you are so HARD!" she remarked smugly, her hand working wonders on me.It felt so good! Dammit! How did I let things get this far?"I knew you were a sick f*ck like me, and this f*cking rock hard c*ck just f*cking proves it! Now, let me take a look at what I am working with here," she said, stepping back slightly, giving her busy hand some room to scoop my manhood from my pants."Holy s
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Before I could think twice, my hands leapt from against the bed, jumping forward, palms open, until they made contact with the flesh Lisa Warden's enormous bre*sts. At first, my touch was tentative, running my fingers and palms lightly over the smooth, succulent flesh. The expression on her face was uncharacteristically warm and patient, letting me take my time to appreciate this momentous occasion."Feel my big bre*sts, baby," she urged me, encouraging me.I let my hands slide all over the enormous boobs, trying to feel every square inch of soft breast between my fingers, this act causing a deep, unfettered moan to escape from deep in her throat. I let my hands slide along the artful curves of her round bre*sts till my hands were cupping her massive jugs, bouncing them lightly, feeling their heavy weight in my palms. I was transfixed by Lisa's huge bre*sts, in a way I had never been before. My singular focus in this
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"You can act all innocent," Lisa began, holding my eyes with hers, "But I know exactly what you want me to do right now... and you are about to get your wish." She then focused her eyes on the hard member in front of her, parted her lips, leaned forward, and let my throbbing meat enter her mouth.The tip of my d*ck broke the barrier, but her lips were parted wide enough so my thick c*ck did not make any physical contact. I felt her breath, a few drops of hot saliva, but nothing else. No lips... no tongue. Nothing. She was withholding that pleasure from me at the moment. My c*ck entered her mouth deeply, but still, I felt nothing other than the wet heat of her oral cavity. She paused for a few seconds, before her hungry eyes lazily slid upward to meet mine and, at the same moment, her lips closed around the circumference of my aching c*ck."Oh F*CK!" I screamed out at this long-awaited contact. At the same time, her tongue
Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)Taking my full length down her throat and holding it here. Her lips were stretched wide around the root of my p*nis, forming a tight seal. Her tongue massaged my aching d*ck as she hummed slightly, the vibration traveling down my shaft to my saliva-coated balls, making them rumble again. And just when my balls were once again right on the edge of boiling over, she pulled back, my drool-soaked d*ck sliding out from her tight throat like an oversized serpent, never looking bigger."No... f*ck... please!" I begged, nearly in pain, I so needed to c*m. I reached out to pull her mouth back onto me, but she easily brushed my attempts aside.Despite the fact that she was panting for breath, she looked up at me and gave me a wicked smile. Still holding my lubed c*ck between her fingers, she leaned forward, my c*ck achingly close to her amazing lips."You like that?" she asked, her tone both arrogant and lusty. She m
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.