EroticReverie

Vaughn Vitale

I could go the rest of my life getting off from just the memory of her mouth on my cock. The cute way she sucked it like a fucking like a straw , not knowing a damn thing about sucking a man off. Being able to instruct her, and having her listen and obey every word. I knew I wouldnt last , that I wouldnt be able to keep my fucking hands off her. And god her perky tits were even more gorgeous in the flesh. Such beautiful fucking tits and those delicious hard nipples that had me picturing them clamped and pulled and bitten and slapped. The things I wanted to do to her were endless. The things I WOULD do to her. 

I jerk myself a second time before bed as I close my eyes and picture her looking up at me with those big brown eyes while fucking her stunning face. I should feel guilty, and maybe I do. For fucking my best friends wife that one night, and now fucking around with his little girl. I was going to hell for  the ways I've betrayed my best friend, but the guilt wouldn't stop me. It never did. Had Jason not moved away with Isbelle, I probbably would have kept screwing her. It probably would have been more than just one night or a one time thing. No, I didnt love Isbelle, but my cock did. It always wanted a piece of her, and now....Isbelle doesnt even compare to her daughter. Not even fucking close. 

 I sleep sound, and sleep easy, my cock more that satisfied for now. 

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I'm up early, get my coffee from the kitchen and bring it back to my office in the house, deciding to work from home today. It's eleven am before my phone alerts me to movement in room. I groan, opening the app, knowing I cant not look at her, that if i dont look, I wont be able to focus. But also knowing if I do look, I'll be just as distracted. She's out of bed and going into her bathroom. The one room I don't have a camera in. I was tight with security, but I'd never put cameras in any of the bathrooms. 

I listen to the audio of the camera in the bedroom, hearing the shower start and imagine how good her tits would look all wet. I imagine that entire body dripping with water, and falling down the curves of her body, and dripping between those legs. 

I exit the app for the cameras, deciding to focus on work while I can before she gets out of the shower. 

Over half an hour later, the app is alerting me, and I stop working to open it again. She's in a small white towel. One wrapped around her hair on her head as she walks across the room and to the closet. I watch her pick out a pair of panties, and then a dress. No bra. She has plenty of them, but never wears them. And I want to rip them to shreds to make sure she continues to not wear them. 

She brings a pair of heels out with her and drops them on the floor by her bed, tossing the dress and underwear onto the bed as she takes the towel from her hair and walks over to the bathroom again. she comes out a comb and I watch as she walks around, music playing from her phone as she sings along to the song playing as she stands there in front of the mirror combing her hair. 

"cute little thing" I talk to myself as I watch her keep singing and move her hips slightly as she gives up singing for humming and then walks into the bathroom again, where I listen to the blow dryer. Figuring it will take her some time, I close the app again. This time getting up from my desk and going through the house and to the kitchen to fix some lunch for myself. 

Connor is there doing the same.

"Afternoon boss" he says and I nod as he sits with his phone on the counter, and his lap top open, a cup of coffee in his hand as he keeps working on his laptop. Surverying the grounds probably. 

"What's that noise?" he asks after a moment. 

"It's coming from your phone I think." he says as I pull out a prepped meal that Anna made and throw it into the microwave oven to bake. 

"Hair dryer." I say. 

Connor doesnt say anything and I turn and fill my cup of coffee. His brow lifts, clearly wanting me to explain why I have the sound of a hair dryer playing on my phone along with the faint sound of music in the background. 

"It's Bella." I say. 

His brows lift. 

"You've got...the cameras on?" he asks. 

I nod once and sip my coffee. 

"Does..she know?" he asks. 

"She does now." I say. "I told her last night." 

He laughs and shakes his head.  While Connor hasn't touched her or even tried to, I know just like me, and just like Nash. Our new house mate has him intrigued , even if he's been professional with her. She's been up his ass since Nash has been gone, trying to get him to tell her how Nash is doing, and even asking for his number last week a few days after I gave him leave. Of course he didnt give it to her, but it didnt stop her from pestering him each day and trying to wear him down. 

"I have six sisters sir. I'm used to the pestering." he'd said when I warned him not to cave in or entertain her when it comes to Nash. 

"And how did that go?" he asks , referencing me telling Bella about the cameras. 

"hm." I hum and shrug. "She wasn't to happy. But she was also a bit ...distracted." I say and he just looks at me. 

"Let's just say, her virgin mouth was absolute fucking heaven." I say and Connor's jaw drops. 

"You....you fucked her?" he asks. 

"Just her mouth." I say and take another sip of my coffee.

"Shit." Connor says and shakes his head. "I didnt think you would." 

"Well you also didnt know I was watching her cameras. And let me tell you....one look at her naked...it was only a matter of time." 

"Fuck." Connor says and slips his hands through his hair and leans against the back of the stool slightly. 

"Those tits are fucking incredible." I tell him and he exhales. 

"I bet." he says and shakes his head. 

I take my phone and set it on the counter. 

"She'll be getting dressed shortly. Have a look." I say and he lifts his brows. 

"You...want me to look at her?" he asks.

"Yeah. And make sure to tell Nash you've seen her. And make sure you tell him I fucked that mouth of hers." I say. Conor huffs a laugh. 

"Will do." he says and pulls out his phone probably to text Nash.

A few minutes laters I'm standing beside him as he holds up the phone. We're both watching Bella as she walks to the bed. Her hands grabbing her towel around her body and then she pauses. She looks at one camera. Narrowing her eyes. I smile to myself. Her head turns to the other. 

She lifts her hands and flips off both of the cameras, snatches her dress and panties and goes to the bathroom. I laugh and so does Connor as he hands me back my phone.

"Looks like she's no longer distracted, and pissed as fuck." he laughs and I shrug. 

"She's a spicy little thing. A real fucking attitude." He says. 

"Tell me about it." I say and tuck my phone away. 

I watch his phone light up and smirk when I see Nash's name pop up and Connor picks it up and reads the text.

"Tell him I've been watching her get herself and she moans our names when she does." 

"shit is that true?" Connor asks.

"Mhm." I hum and he types out "She moans for you and Nash when he watches her masturbate on the cameras" 

"No Connor...she moans...for ALL of us." I tell him and fumbles his phone.

"w-what?" he asks. 

"oh yeah...virgin mary up there pictures all three of us." I tell him

"Shit." he says and shakes his head. 

"Keep your fucking hands off her Connor." I tell him. 

"of course boss" he says. 

"Just cause im telling you doesnt mean you go putting your hands and dick where they dont belong." I tell him. 

"Of course." he nods. 

I smirk and pull up a video of her saved on my phone and set the phone back down. Pressing play. 

"fuck" Connor groans as he watches her, spread nice and fucking pretty, her hand at work on that clit as she humps her hand and the air as she pushes her feet into the bed. Moaning my name. fingers sliding down and inside of herself. Moaning for Nash. 

"Connor" she breathes quietly and whimpers. 

"jesus christ, look at her" 

"I fucking have been. Why do you think I ended up in her mouth?" I say and grab the phone back. He's had enough viewing privileges. 

"Tell Nash he can come back to work next week. And that if he touches her, i'll fucking take my hammer to his dick next time." 

Connor laughs and shoots of a text and we both turn our heads as Bella's heels click along the floors and she enters the kitchen.

She stops and looks at me. Then at Connor. Scrunching her nose at him. 

"Why are you looking at me weird?" she hisses at him with her little attitude. 

"Because I showed him how you like to call his name when you fuck that little pussy with your fingers." I say and Connor curses and shakes his head as Bella gasps and her jaw drops.

"You what?" she growls. Her hands balling into fists. Fucking adorable.

"Tell her how beautiful her tits are Connor. She enjoys having her pretty tits appreciated. Don't you Bella?" I taunt her. 

"You fucking asshole." she hisses and my jaw ticks.

"watch your mouth." I growl through my teeth.

"NO." she yells at me. "You're a fucking asshole!" she yells and then looks at Connor. Her brows pinching as she's turning red, her lips tight as she scowls at him. 

"and fuck you too!" she yells and spins , her dress twirling , giving a peek up it before falling.

"Boss, I dont think she liked that." Connor says.

"She's fine." I say. 

"No really..." Connor says and points to her storming out of the front door. 

I watch her storm off the steps and down the driveway, her ankles wobbling over the stone gravel in those heels as she storms away.

"Where does she think she's going?" I ask. 

"Dunno boss. But you might wanna go take care of it. To be honest...kind of a dick move embarrassing her like that." 

I grumble and slap the back of his head.

"ah fuck" he says rubbing it and I sigh, setting down my coffee mug, and whistle for the dogs as I follow her out of the house.