Earlier this summer, my coworker Rachel and her husband Jeff went on a five day cruise and put me in charge of feeding their tropical fish. It wasn't the first time I'd taken care of their little school, but it was the first time that my pay was more than just . . .
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To further set the stage, the morning Rachel and Jeff left for vacation, I got an email from my protege that read: "In the top, left-hand drawer of my dresser is a videotape Becky loaned me. I think you might like it. When you have an hour or two, pop it in. Check it out."
To say that my curiosity was peaked would be an understatement. Fortunately for me, Aaron would not be getting home until sometime after eight, which meant I could hold my private viewing as soon as I got off work . . .
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When I got to Rachel's apartment, I wasted little time feeding the tiny shark-wannabes, and even less time retrieving the tape and sliding it into the VCR. With that done, I checked my watch to make sure I would have enough time to watch it through, kicked off my shoes, curled up on the couch, and pressed the play button.
The scene faded in from black and focused in on Becky's face. Her curly, blond hair cascaded over her shoulders: dried pearls of cum clinging here and there. Her cheeks glistened with sweat, and her blue eyes sparkled with a tired satisfaction. More dried cum coated her chin and neck.
"Beck; you sure are beautiful." Sam said.
"Thank you." she said softly.
As the shot widened out, Becky's predicament became more evident. Her wrists were bound together; and her arms were stretched above her head: held there by a rope draped over the wooden beam that spanned the room. Her feet were held wide apart by a spreader bar, and the curves of her legs were accentuated by the high-heel sandals she wore.
"Absolutely beautiful . . ."
Although there was no denying that Becky was overweight – five foot six, just under one hundred ninety pounds – there was something very sexy about her. To begin with, her breasts were large, though nicely rounded . Her areolas were silver-dollar sized, and her nipples: long, and thick. The area around her pussy-lips was clean shaven; and the dense patch of womanly curls that covered her mound, echoed the golden color of her hair. Her waist and hips reflected the excess pounds she carried; but her legs attested to her efforts in shedding the weight.
"How's that pretty ass of yours doing?" Sam asked.
"A little warm"
"Still? Mind if I give those rosy cheeks a close-up?"
"Do I have a choice?"
The camera angle swung around to offer a view of her crimson rear. It zoomed in on the thick butt-plug that filled her stretched asshole. Down to the rivulets of cum trailing from her pussy.
Unexpectedly, the scene faded to black. When the next one came up, Becky was sitting, naked, in an easy chair. She spoke: "Hi Rachel. I thought you might like to see the, ahem, 'end' result of my latest walk on the wild side. Like usual, I lost track of how many times I came, but did enjoy the feeling of helplessness, even though I knew Sam would never do anything I didn't really want him to do. Best of all, when I asked my darling if he loved me enough to trade roles some time, he agreed. So sit back and enjoy the show as I take my sweety to new heights."
Once more, the scene faded to black. When it brightened, Sam was the center of attention.
"Okay, you." she said, in a most sultry voice, "Take off your clothes."
Without saying a word, Sam leaned against the dresser, brought up his right foot, untied his shoe, removed it and his sock, then repeated with his left.
"Now your shirt." she said.
Obediently, he tugged his rust colored T from his jeans and pulled it over his head.
"Now your jeans."
Sam stared into the camera's lens as he unzipped, then opened his pants and pushed them from his hips. Slowly, they slid down his legs and puddled at his feet.
"Now your thong."
A smile crept across Sam's face. He hooked his thumbs in the thin waistband and sent them to the floor as well.
Becky took the camera in hand, and let it roam over her lover's five foot nine, one hundred eighty pound body. She lingered on his chest and shoulders before widening the view to take in his strong arms. She dallied on his trim waist. Even longer on his gorgeous cock; its delicious ten inch length hanging limp.
"Come here and lay down." she commanded.
Sam walked to the side of the bed as Becky followed his every move. "On your back. Legs spread."
"Your wish is my command."
With her lover in position, Becky set the camera on a tripod, and entered the scene. As she had been all along, she was naked. With a wicked smile, she squatted, reached under the bed, and took out the "toys" she would be using and laid them on the bed.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
He nodded.
Becky took the first ankle cuff and fastened it around Sam's right ankle. Next, she took the second cuff and fastened it around his left. Next, she fastened the spreader bar in place, holding his legs wide apart.
"Halfway there." she said.
