While My Boyfriend Watches

  While My Boyfriend Watches

  by

  Lexi Arabella

  Copyright 2014 by Lexi Arabella

  This work of fiction contains graphic sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended only for those eighteen years of age or older. All sexually active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older.

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  Description:

  Emily shouldn’t be fooling around with her boyfriend Brandon North, but it’s hard to care about her parents’ rules when being bad feels so good. But everything changes when Brandon’s stepdad comes home early one day and finds Emily in Brandon’s bed. Emily has always known that handsome Mr. North was strict, but his punishment is way harsher- and way rougher- than she could have ever imagined. All cuckolded Brandon can do is watch helplessly as Mr. North takes his virgin girlfriend hard and deep, completely owning her body… without protection.

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  Emily

  “Why don’t we take a break, Emily?”

  I glanced over at my boyfriend Brandon. He was in bed, lying on his side facing me. “A break for what?”

  “We’ve been working so hard on the project. Let’s relax for a bit. Please?”

  It was hard to keep from rolling my eyes. Sure, I had been working hard on our project for civics class. But Brandon had mostly been goofing off and trying to get me into bed with him. “No. I want to get this done. We’re close to finishing. Then we can play.”

  I turned back to the computer and started searching for pictures to illustrate our slideshow on political propaganda. But as soon as I typed the letters “po” into the search bar, a list of dirty suggestions popped up from Brandon’s internet history. They were all from the same porn site.

  Reluctant Brunette Is Ridden Bareback and Creampied

  Barely Legal Slut Gets Risky Creampie

  Sexy Virgin Gets Her First Creampie

  The list went on and on. Each item had one thing in common. “Brandon?”

  “Yeah?”

  “What the hell is a creampie?”

  “Oh fuck,” he said sheepishly. “You found my porn.”

  “Well, it just kinda popped up.” I swiveled the desk chair to face him. “But you didn’t answer my question. What’s a creampie?”

  He sat up on the bed. I was surprised to see his cheeks were turning red. He was blushing. “It’s when a guy comes inside a girl and you watch it spill out.”

  “Oh, okay,” I said nonchalantly, turning back to the computer to get back to work on the project.

  “You’re not mad, are you?” Brandon asked.

  “No,” I answered truthfully. “Pretty much every guy looks at porn, right? You’re just a normal eighteen year old.”

  “You’re not always around,” he explained, obviously still worried that I was upset. “If I had porn of you, that’s all I’d watch.”

  I laughed, looking back over at him. “You would want to watch me getting fucked by another guy?”

  “No, never! I would only want to see videos of you getting fucked by me. Your body is for my eyes only.” He patted the space beside him in bed. “Come over here, Emily. Just for a few minutes. Please?”

  Finishing the project on my own later was probably the best choice. All my slacker boyfriend had done was distract me any time we tried to work on it together. Besides, we didn’t get a lot of alone time together, and that afternoon, we had Brandon’s house all to ourselves.

  Grinning, I got up from the desk and walked over to his bed. Instead of sitting beside him, I climbed on top, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Okay, we can take a little break from the project.”

  “You make me so hard, Emily,” Brandon said, pulling me closer against him so I could feel his erection press against me through our clothing.

  “Is that so?” I teased, surprised he was hard so quickly. “What do you think I should do about it?”

  “You know exactly what I want you to do about it.” He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands slipped under my dress.

  I lifted up, dropping my hand between our bodies and cupping his crotch through his jeans. “I think we have too many clothes on.”

  Brandon groaned as I squeezed him. “I think you’re right.”

  Grabbing the hem of my dress, I lifted it, pulling it over my head and dropping it off the bed to the floor. As Brandon watched, entranced, I reached back and unhooked my bra, slowly pulling it off to reveal my bare breasts.

  “God, Emily, I want you so fucking bad right now.”

  “You’re always so horny, Brandon,” I said playfully, getting off the bed to stand and pull my panties down. Stepping out of the lacy pink panties, I flung them to the side and crawled back in bed.

  “That’s not my fault,” he shot back. “Maybe if we actually had sex, I could get some relief.”

  I sighed. He’d tried to say it in a joking manner, but there was no mistaking the whiny note to his voice. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to have sex, too. But that didn’t change the fact that I was still a virgin and was going to stay that way for the foreseeable future.

  At first, I wouldn’t even fool around with Brandon, but then he got drunk at a party and locked himself in the bathroom with Anna Blakely for ten minutes. He apologized and swore all they’d done was make out, but I figured I had to do more than kissing to keep him from cheating again.

  My best friend Kate got pregnant even though she always used a condom with her boyfriend. Her parents were beyond pissed when they found out, and even threatened to kick her out. That scared me because Kate’s parents were known for being pretty laidback. If that’s how they had reacted, I didn’t even want to think about what my super strict parents would do if I got pregnant.

  Thanks to what happened to Kate, there was no way I could feel safe relying on condoms. And even though I was eighteen years old, I couldn’t secretly go to the doctor to get on the pill and risk my parents finding out. They still snooped through my things, so as long as I lived at home, I would remain a virgin.

  And honestly, the way Brandon begged for sex was a turnoff. His persistent, whiny pleading wasn’t ever going to convince me to give in. Even though it was my choice to stay a virgin, sometimes I wished Brandon would take charge and challenge that choice like a man. Of course, I never told him that. Having to ask for him to be forceful would take away the appeal. Besides, it was just a silly fantasy, not anything I’d really want.

  Just as I opened my mouth to tell Brandon to shut up and kiss me, a noise from downstairs grabbed my attention. “Fuck, the front door just opened!”

  Both Brandon’s mom and his stepdad should have been at work right then, so I wasn’t sure which one of them had just come home early. No matter who it was, it was bad news for me and Brandon. He was allowed to have people over when he was home alone, but only if he asked his parents’ permission first, and only if it was for school work, and he could only have people downstairs. Being naked in Brandon’s bed definitely didn’t fit those strict conditions.

  Brandon bolted from the bed, panic on his face as he moved like lightening. He sat at his desk, his fingers at the keyboard so it would look like he was workin
g. “Hurry up and get dressed, Emily!”

  “I can’t go faster than I already am, Brandon!” I snapped, hurriedly fastening my bra as my heart raced. Grabbing my dress, I yanked it over my head and wiggled into it.

  I reached into my backpack on the floor, pulling out a notebook and opening it to a random page. “Historically, political propaganda has been used throughout the world to influence people to believe in one position or another,” I said, pretending to read from the page as footsteps neared the bedroom.

  A few seconds later, a deep, masculine voice sounded from the doorway. “What are you two doing in here?”

  A shiver of nervousness ran through me as I looked over at the man whose muscular frame had just entered the room. It was easy to tell that Mr. North wasn’t Brandon’s real dad just by looking at them. Brandon had taken his new dad’s last name when Mr. North married his mom, but they couldn’t be more different. Brandon was about my height, with sandy blond hair and an average build. In other words, he was pretty much the physical opposite of his stepdad.

  Mr. North was tall and imposing, with a muscular body and dark hair. The only thing they had in common were blue eyes, but even those seemed different. Mr. North’s were stormy and penetrating as his hard gaze swept over me.

  Brandon swiveled around in his chair to face him. “Oh, hi,” Brandon said, his voice too high. “You’re home. I didn’t even hear you come in.”

  “Hi, Mr. North.” I tried to sound casual, but I could feel my cheeks heating. Hopefully, Mr. North wouldn’t notice that they were turning pink.

  He didn’t return our greetings. Instead, he fixed me with a long, hard glare before turning his gaze to Brandon. “I’ll ask again. What are you two doing in here?”

  “Homework.” I held up the notebook in my hand as evidence. “Well, not homework, actually. A project for our civics class.”

  “It’s about political propaganda. You wouldn’t believe how much information has been twisted over the years to influence how people vote,” Brandon piped in. Even though I was super nervous, I nearly rolled my eyes at Brandon’s lies. He didn’t know anything about the project since he had left all of the work to me. “It’s crazy. For example-”

  His dad cut him off. “You didn’t ask your mother or me for permission to have Emily over. And why are you up here instead of in the kitchen like you know you’re supposed to be?”

  “Oh, sorry about that,” Brandon said nervously. “My desktop has a bigger screen than the laptop, so I thought it would be better to do it here.”

  “And that’s all you were doing up here? Working on a project?”

  “That’s all,” Brandon swore. “I promise.”

  We both really needed for Mr. North to believe us. If my parents found out that I was fooling around with Brandon, I didn’t know exactly how far their punishment would go, but shunning me wasn’t out of the question. And that was the best case scenario.

  In Brandon’s case, he’d already broken his parents’ rules about having guests over. If his dad found out he was lying about what we’d been doing, the consequences would be swift and harsh. His dad was a former Marine, and Brandon’s parents had always told him that if he broke one of their major rules, he’d be off to the military instead of college after graduation. That wasn’t an idle threat, either. Brandon’s older brother Jack had taken Mr. North’s classic car for a joyride the night of his high school graduation and crashed it. His parents kicked him out of the house and cut off all support. Two months later, Jack enlisted in the Army to get back in their good graces.

  Mr. North didn’t say anything, just stared at Brandon as silence filled the room. Brandon’s face was flushed red and he looked away, staring at the floor. I realized I was bending my notebook from clutching it so hard. Putting it down, I folded my hands in my lap and waited, my heart thudding.

  Finally, Mr. North nodded. “Okay.”

  Relief flooded through me with that simple word. Brandon smiled, obviously happy that his dad had bought our lie.

  Mr. North moved to head out of the room, but turned back to us just before walking through the doorway. “Now, maybe I don’t understand because I’ve been out of school for so long,” he said, looking directly at me. “But who wants to explain to me why Emily isn’t wearing any panties if you two are only doing school work?”

  Gasping, I realized he was right. My bra was on, but I was bare below the waist underneath my dress. I must have forgotten to put my panties on in my rush to get dressed before we were caught. But how had Brandon’s dad known that? “Mr. North, I-”

  I shut my mouth as Mr. North walked across the room toward me. He stopped beside the bed, and I watched in horror as he reached out, picking up my lacy pink panties from the bedside table. They must have landed there when I tossed them off.

  “Would you like to explain?” Mr. North’s stormy eyes were fixed on mine as he stood before me, looking down at where I sat on the bed. I tried to speak, but no words came out. Hot shame rushed through me at the sight of my panties in the large hand of my boyfriend’s dad. I was busted, and in a big way.

  “Those aren’t Emily’s!” Brandon burst out. “Mom’s underwear must have gotten mixed up with my clothes in the laundry. I put them on the nightstand so I could remember to give them back.”

  I wished Brandon hadn’t said that. There was no use in lying any more. His dad wasn’t stupid at all. We’d been caught, and it would have been better to confess and apologize so we could beg for leniency. But Brandon had chosen to continue his desperate lies, digging us deeper and deeper into trouble with his dad.

  Mr. North turned around to face his son. “Brandon, I sleep with your mother every night. I know what her panties look like, and these don’t belong to her.” He turned back to me, giving me a look that sent dizzying dread washing over me. “They’re the wrong size, for one. And she wouldn’t wear anything this skimpy.”

  He brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply as he looked directly into my eyes. I felt faint. I couldn’t believe this was happening, that my boyfriend’s dad was holding my panties to his face and smelling them. All I could do was watch in disbelief.

  “These panties smell like pussy,” he declared. Mercifully, he brought them away from his face. But then he placed his thumb inside the panties, rubbing against the fabric. “And they’re wet. These panties didn’t just come out the dryer. They just came off of being hugged against Emily’s wet pussy.”

  The way Mr. North was talking shocked me. I’d never heard him say such dirty things. Then again, he’d never caught me in such a dirty situation, in his son’s room without any panties on. I was humiliated. Now my boyfriend’s dad knew what I smelled like in my most private area. He had actually touched the wetness on my panties. I couldn’t imagine anything worse.

  Mr. North took a step forward, moving to sit next to me on the bed. Raw, angry heat seemed to radiate from him, making me feel like I was on fire. I had never felt this way around Mr. North before. He had always been kind to me. In fact, I’d thought he was handsome, with his broad shoulders and strong jaw, even though I immediately felt guilty for having such a disloyal thought.

  Now, Mr. North looked anything but kind as he dropped the panties onto the bed and turned to me, looking me in the eyes. “Now, are you still going to lie and say these aren’t your panties, Emily?”

  There was nothing left to do but tell the truth. I took a deep breath, preparing to confess what he already knew, when something made me look over at Brandon. Surprisingly, I had forgotten that he was there for a while. All my attention had been on Mr. North as he held my panties.

  Brandon’s eyes were open wide. They seemed shinier than usual. I wondered if my boyfriend was on the verge of crying. He looked like he was, and appeared just as afraid as his dad was angry. There was a pleading look in Brandon’s eyes as he moved his lips, mouthing the same word to me over and over again. “Please.”

  My boyfriend was silently begging me to continue the charad
e, to face Mr. North and lie to his face. I wanted to tell the truth, but Brandon’s expression was so desperate that I couldn’t stand to disappoint him. Out of loyalty to my boyfriend, I bit back my confession and turned to Mr. North, hoping for the best.

  “Mr. North, I’m sorry I came over to Brandon’s house without permission.” I tried to sound confident, but my voice wavered. “It was wrong, and I understand why you have to tell my parents about that. But all we were doing was working on our project.”

  “You know, I always thought you were a good girl, Emily,” Mr. North said slowly. “You had me fooled. You have your parents fooled too, but they’ll know the truth soon enough.”

  “Those are not my panties, Mr. North,” I lied, running a hand through my long brown hair in an attempt to look casual. “That’s the truth. I’m wearing panties right now. I don’t know who those belong to.”

  “Well,” Mr. North said, placing his large palm on my knee. I jumped at his unexpected touch, a spark of nervous heat running through me from the point of contact. “It will be easy enough to find out if you’re telling the truth.”

  My mouth fell open and I stared at him, wide eyed. The dangerous edge to his voice let me know exactly how he intended to find out, but I didn’t want to believe it. But that disbelief was shattered into a million pieces as Mr. North’s hand slowly crept up my thigh, gradually pushing up the hem of my dress.

  “You don’t have to do this!” Brandon cried, springing from his seat and rushing over to the bed. “I’ll tell you everything. I’ll tell the truth! We-”

  “Sit down and shut up, boy,” Mr. North growled, turning to Brandon with a glare cold enough to freeze fire. “I gave you the opportunity to tell me everything you needed to. You’ve said your piece.”