The trouble with living dangerously, however, is that sometimes it can go horribly wrong. Like the night Sarah was riding me cowgirl-style upstairs in bed, and neither of us heard the jangle of keys announcing my father’s return. Not until he called from the base of the stairs did we realise our peril.
“Shit!” we chorused. There was no chance of me escaping to my room, and no time for me to do anything but hide, and nowhere to go except onto the balcony…
… which is how I came to be naked on a balcony at midnight, my feet on cold hard tiles, my bum pressed against cold, wrought iron railings. Naked apart from a strap-on belt sporting a purple cock, its other end still buried within me; and a leather collar and wrist cuffs, connected with short steel chains.
I couldn’t even reach my nipples, the chains were that short. My hands were practically useless, trapped against my neck. Which was the whole point, of course, an extra thrill for Sarah, though now I was the one paying for her weird fetish while on the other side of the curtain she was spreading her legs wide. “Fuck me, Richard,” she growled. “Look how wet I am, just thinking about you…”
I dared to peer through the crack in the curtains, just in time to see my father, naked, lining up for entry, and wow that was a big cock. For one weird moment I wished it was me on the bed receiving that huge length between wide-spread legs. Even as it eased into Sarah, she gave a casual glance towards the curtain, towards me. “So fucking big,” she cried.
I understood. She knew I was watching. She wanted me to watch her. No doubt the thought of me stranded naked on the balcony was just the icing on the cake.
I really was exposed. There were several neighbours whose windows looked towards the balcony, and there was a road past the house which, fortunately, was quiet, but anyone who did walk or drive along would have a clear view of me.
And it didn’t help that Sarah had been teasing me for hours, not letting me come even once. I had a dildo stuck in me, but no way to touch my clit or my nipples. Well, I could rub my nipples against my forearms, and rub the strap-on against the railings, but that didn’t achieve much.
I was sorely tempted to just charge into the bedroom and reveal all, but ultimately I didn’t want to hurt my father. Bad enough that the woman he loves cheats on him with his daughter, he doesn’t need to know it.
“I’m close,” he said.
“Come on my tits.”
I peeked through the curtains again, curiosity getting the better of me. My father’s cock slipped out of Sarah’s sweet pussy, and he aimed it higher, stroking gently until a string of cum launched from the tip and splashed against Sarah’s neck and chest. I watched, mesmerised, as more jetted out, aimed first for one breast, then the other.
I crouched down fearfully at the sound of voices in the road behind me. Two men, walking home from the pub, no doubt. They passed close enough to hear Sarah’s sudden moan of pleasure, but although one man glanced up curiously, they continued on their way.
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