The next date Connie has with Chris, I lie awake waiting to hear their footsteps on the stairs. Given that they have a place to be alone, I can’t imagine they’ll be very late. I smile at the accuracy of my prediction, when I hear them at the front door, a little after ten. I’m sitting naked, in my control room, my cock already hard with anticipation, when they burst into Connie’s room, tearing at each other’s clothing.
Connie has Chris’ shirt off and is unbuckling his pants when Chris interrupts her to pull her blouse over her head. Lifting her arms, he removes her blouse and quickly unfastens her bra. Shrugging out of it and tossing it aside, she again attacks his pants, while he caresses her bare tits, lifting and squeezing them.
“God, Connie!” Chris sighs. “Do you even know how sexy you are?” He asks, pulling her against him, as he crushes his lips against hers.
“I know how horny I am.” She moans, breaking the kiss and pulling his slacks and underwear down with one quick tug.
“Mmmm.” Connie says. “What have we here?” Wrapping her fingers around his hard cock and leading him over to the bed.
“The physical manifestation of my affection for you, my dear.” He says, pulling off his shoes and socks, and lying on his back on Connie’s bed. Give me a fucking break! Physical manifestation, my ass! Connie unzips her skirt, letting it fall to the floor and then climbs up between his legs on the bed.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” Connie says, as she wraps her lips around the head of his cock. I zoom the camera in ultra close and watch her lips glide up and down his cock, leaving a thin coating of saliva around his hard shaft. I’m secretly pleased that his cock is about the same length as mine and not as thick. I know Connie will never have the opportunity to compare, but it fuels my fantasy, as I stroke my rigid member.
Glancing at the other monitor, I catch the smug look on Chris’ face. As someone who has made their living in corporate security, I’ve learned to read expressions and I’m instantly disgusted with what I see on Chris’ face. There is no sense of passion or intimacy in his expression; all I read is conquest. The fucking bastard! He’s just using her! The smirk on his lips, as he places his hand on the back of her head and pumps his cock into her mouth, says it all.
My anger builds, as I watch him tense his legs and hold her head. The camera is still zoomed in on Connie’s mouth as she swallows repeatedly, draining every drop of cum from this asshole’s cock.
“Fuck! That was amazing!” Chris says, stroking Connie’s hair, as she worshipfully sucks and caresses his cock back to life. In no time, he’s rock hard again and Connie is pulling her thong off and getting ready to straddle his fully recovered cock. What about safe sex, I want to yell, as she impales herself on Chris’ naked cock. I am fuming at his arrogance, yet mesmerized at the sight of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips, as she bounces up and down on him. I shut off the monitors, as Chris is reaching for her tits. I can’t watch anymore of this.