I am fuming as I drive into the driveway. This was supposed to have been a sexy weekend away with my wife. We had been planning it for months. Instead, I get a call from my shit head boss that I needed to come back in urgently to fix a problem.
This whole weekend was supposed to be just me and my wife. No kid, no distractions. Just wall to wall fucking in a fancy resort.
We had already paid for the hotel, so we decided my wife should just stay anyway and have some "me time", maybe check out the spa. Meanwhile I had driven back across the country so I could be at work at 5am tomorrow morning. Now it was just after 11pm, and I am parked back in front of my house, after basically a whole day driving there and back again. My fucking boss wouldn't even pay for a flight. "Fuck that asshole and fuck this job" I mutter to myself.
I look up at the house. All was quiet, the windows dark. I decide to leave the car on the road so I don't wake anyone with the garage door. Danni would have my son in bed long ago, and it looks like she was asleep too. Damnit, that was another thing - booking a babysitter for a whole weekend had been fucking expensive, and she would still want paying for the whole time.
I take a deep breath and calm myself before I head for the door. Quietly letting myself in, I go to check on my boy, Tommy. He is sound asleep, content.
I sigh and head for my own room. On the way I pause at the spare room door, which is closed. I wonder briefly if I should wake Danni to tell her I am home. Danni. My mind goes back to when she arrived at our house this morning.
"Morning Mr C! All ready for your trip?"
She was dressed innocently enough in jeans and a t-shirt, but the way everything clung tightly to her 18-year-old body made my cock stir. The jeans looked like they were painted on, and the way the shirt clung to her breasts meant you could see every movement of her tits as she walked. It made me remember my wife's 'naughty schoolgirl' outfit - she hadn't worn that for me in a while. I started picturing Danni wearing it, and I had to excuse myself to take some deep breaths.
I am still standing at the door to the spare room. I wonder what she is sleeping in? Certainly not the jeans. It is so hot tonight. I close my eyes and imagine her in there, under a sheet, dressed in not much. I think about how I could go in there and watch her. I would slide the sheet slowly away from her body, watch her magnificent teen tits rise and fall with each breath. I would slide my fingers over her smooth skin, tracing my finger around her nipple, lean down and take that nipple into my mouth...
I snap out of it and realize my hand was already turning the door handle, my cock making decisions for me. I shake my head and start to head upstairs. I figure I'll just text her in the morning and tell her I'm here so she doesn't have a heart attack when I come downstairs. 'This, however, won't wait till the morning' I think with a smile, rearranging my cock in my pants.
As I neared the top of the stairs I pause. What was that noise? I listen harder and hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. 'Fucking hell! The little bitch is in my room, getting off!' I think. 'Christ, she has someone else here! I will cut his fucking balls off'. Furious, I go up the remaining stairs two at a time. At the top, the bedroom door is ajar, and the bedside light is on. I am just about to burst in when I realize Danni is alone in there. I can't believe my eyes. Holy fucking god. There she is, completely naked, lying back on my bed, knees raised, legs apart. One hand is gently squeezing her right breast, and the other is between her legs. She moans as she slides her fingers in and out of her pussy. She pinches her nipple and moans, moving her fingers from her pussy to her clit.
I stare dumbfounded for a long time, until I realize I have my phone in my hand and I should take some photos. She can't see me in the darkened hall. I start snapping a few photos, pleased that she has the bedside light on.
She brings her left hand up from between her legs to her face, and sucks the juices off her fingers, moaning as she does. She cups her tits in both hands and squeezes, and as she arches her back I hear her say "oh Mr C, please, put it back in!" before she slams her fingers back into her waiting pussy. I stop taking photos, shocked. Did I hear her correctly? Is this teen goddess imagining it is my cock plunging into her?
I have a plan, but I have to time it perfectly. I continue watching as I take more pictures, watching as her moans become louder and her movements more urgent. "Yes! Yes!" she screams. "Yes! Fuck my little pussy! Oh God, yes, yes, I'm going to cum!"
Now is time to act. Just as she hits the point of no return, I throw the door open and march into the room, shouting "Danni, what the FUCK do you think you are doing?". Her eyes go wide - "oh ... my ... God ... you ... you're not ... " - I can see she wants to stop but she physically can't. I have indeed timed it perfectly, she has no choice but to ride the waves of pleasure as the orgasm washes over her. Her whole body shudders and then relaxes.
I take a step closer to the bed, and repeat myself. "I said: what the fuck are you doing, Danni?"
"Mi-mister C!" She stutters and tries to get up off the bed while attempting to cover her nakedness. I push her shoulder firmly back down onto the bed. "You stay where you are young lady - I want some answers".
"You're not ... you're not supposed to be here!" she squeaks.
"I'M not supposed to be here?" I roar. "This is MY fucking bed!"
"But ... your weekend away?"
"Cancelled."
With a look of horror she looks towards the door. "Don't worry, Mrs C is not here, thank Christ. I don't know what she will say when I tell her what I found you doing in our bed."
"Oh please don't tell her Mr C. I'm so sorry! I'll get dressed and go". She tries to get up again. Once again, I push her firmly back on to the bed. "I said stay there. I'm not done with you yet".
"Can I put some clothes on?"
"No you may not. You are the one who got yourself into this position. You are going to tell me what you are doing here. What are you doing in my room?"
"I'm so sorry, I had a bath... in your bathroom - I know I shouldn't have - but, the spa looked so nice. The water was so warm and the jets felt so good and I started to get..." she paused, and I look at her sternly, letting her know I am in no mood for games. "I started to get ... horny."
I waited. "And?" I say impatiently.
"And .. I started ... touching ... myself, and I guess I got carried away."
I sigh. "We need to decide what to do about this. Obviously we need to tell your parents." I knew her parents were super conservative.
"Oh god no! Please! I'm so sorry, I won't do it again. I will just go and you don't need to ever see me again. Don't even pay me for the weekend!"
She starts getting up again. "I said STAY DOWN. You move one more time before I tell you to and I will drive you home to your parents like this."
"Yes, Sir" she says meekly.
I go through the motions of giving it some thought. "Even if we are not bringing your parents into it, and I am still not sure that is a good idea, you clearly still need to be punished. Touching yourself in a client's bed when you are supposed to be working. Very unprofessional."
"Yes, Sir" she nods, sobbing a little.
"Put your arms up above your head." I say suddenly.
"What? But then I can't cover my..."
"Put your arms up above your head. I won't ask a third time."
Slowly she removes the arm covering her breasts, and raises it above her head. My first chance to see those spectacular teen tits up close. My cock is aching to be released from its prison.
"And the other one."
Her left hand slowly draws away from her pussy. I can see she is nicely shaved, with just a thin strip of hair pointing the way.
She has both arms extended above her head. "Now what?" She says nervously. Her eyes flick down to my crotch briefly.
I look over her body, devouring her with my eyes. Her breasts defy gravity, pointing straight at the ceiling, perfect, perky and firm. Her nipples are hard. God. I want to suck on those tits. Sweat glistens on her body. I say nothing and turn away, going to one of my drawers, returning with a neck tie.
"What... what are you going to do?" she asks nervously.
I tie her wrists together, saying nothing.
"What are you going to do?" she repeats.
"I told you: you need to be punished."
"But..."
"You do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir".