I got to my car over on the side of the house, got inside and just sat there for a moment, trying to think through everything that had just happened. Had I just fucked a young Japanese exchange student in my boss’s living room? And had I just seen two people fucking up at the apartment I had just finished working in maybe 20 or 30 minutes ago? What the hell?

One thing was for sure: My unsatisfied cock was still pressing uncomfortably against my jeans.

It had been quite a while since I’d fucked pussy that young and that eager – and I had enjoyed it. I wondered if I’d ever get the chance again. With that thought, my mind turned again to the couple I had seen fucking on Mr. Arends’ video monitor. They’d been a pretty ideal-looking pair. The guy was well-muscled and young. The girl was also in obviously good shape, with perfect-looking tits on a nicely proportioned body. They’d been fucking missionary style the whole time I’d seen them. I wondered if they were still going at it.

I glanced up the hill to see if I could make out a parked car or something, but the approaching evening and the dense trees made it impossible to tell. I wondered if it was the boss’s daughter. But wasn’t she supposed to be out of town with friends?

While pondering this, I watched the older American couple leave the house with Miko. She was so petite and pretty, wearing a tight pair of jeans and a funny-looking blouse that just barely covered her navel. Her hair was still in pig-tails. I marveled that I’d fucked her just minutes earlier. I replayed in my mind the look on her face as I rammed my meat in and out of her.

“Please, Mister, fuck me,” she had said.

God! I reached down and adjusted my jeans so my still slightly bulging dick wasn’t so uncomfortable. Their car pulled away and she was gone. Damn. I sat for a minute more wondering what to do. It didn’t take too long before I made up my mind to walk back up the apartment and see what I could see. I was horny and wasn’t thinking very clearly.

As I approached the apartment the sun was finally setting over the lake and I could see some lights on through the windows. There were two cars, one parked in the open garage, the other parked near the door to the stairwell that led to the apartment above. I was still in the trees when the door opened.

“It’s not like that, Kelly,” said the guy.

“Whatever,” the girl replied with a ticked-off tone of voice. “Just don’t expect me to put up with this forever.”

“Look, don’t be like this, OK?” he said. “It’s not like I’m trying to piss you off or something.”

“Well, then enough of this bullshit, OK?” she retorted. “I didn’t lie to my Dad and bring you here just so you could get off and then leave! It’s like every other time, Tyler! Jeez! Fuckin’ learn how to fuck right, OK?!?!”

With that brutal outburst, she slammed the door shut.

“Bitch,” I heard the guy mutter under his breath as he turned to get in his car. I watched him drive away, a cell phone to his ear. I stood there in the trees for a moment, thinking things over, and hatched a plan.

I walked over and rang the doorbell. There was no answer so I rang it again. After a few seconds I heard the door at the top of the stairs open and the girl yelled down: “Just leave, Tyler!”

“I’m not Tyler!” I shouted.

There was a pause.

“Who’s there?”

“I work for your Dad. I just installed some video surveillance equipment for him today … in your apartment,” I said.

There was another pause, and then the sound of her coming down the stairs. She opened the door about two inches.

“Where did you install the cameras?” she asked, her voice quiet but tense.

“I could show you, if you really want to know,” I replied.

“How can I trust you?”

“You’re going to have to, if you don’t want your Dad to see everything that happened in there.”

She pulled the door open and looked me over. I did the same. She was wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a university sweatshirt. She was about 5’6” and 115 or 120 pounds. Her long, straight blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had a pretty face, with green eyes and pouty lips. She stood there, summing me up with her hands on her hips. Even through the sweatshirt I could see that she had at least C-cups hiding under there, and I thought back for a moment to the video footage I’d seen of her fucking her boyfriend. The thought sent a tingling sensation down my spine and straight to my dick.

“Come on in,” she said, finally.

I stepped in and she turned and started up the stairs before I had even closed the door behind me. She had a nice butt, and I watched it with interest as I followed her up the stairs. When we got to the top, she turned and looked down at me.

“You’re not going to say a word to anyone, are you?” she said, with a tone that was more command than request.

“Well,” I thought fast, “I don’t think I’ll need to.”

She looked at me suspiciously.

“Do you?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, but walked into the apartment, heading for the kitchen.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Mister...”

“Johnson.” I lied.

“Right. Mr. Johnson,” she said. “Sit down. What can I get you to drink?”

“Anything’s fine, Miss Arends,” I said, trying to be cute.

“I’m Kelly,” she said, reappearing with a coke. She sat down right next to me, her leg touching mine. She reached over and put her hand on my arm.

“Mr. Johnson,” she continued, “I have a unique relationship with the man you call my Dad. He’s my stepfather, you see, and he would very much like to fuck me.”

She said this so matter-of-factly that it took me by surprise. I must have looked it too.

“Are you surprised, Mr. Johnson?” she said, half smiling and half frowning. “I don’t think you are. Why else would you be here unless you wanted to fuck me, too?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just sat quietly. My cock, however – left wanting after my interrupted fuck with Miko – was doing everything it could to stand straight up.

“Well?” she said, standing up directly in front of me. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a little fun in exchange for showing me where the cameras are, would you, Mr. Johnson?”

She pulled her sweatshirt up a bit to reveal some amazingly toned abs. Her jeans were sitting low enough on her hips, that the v-shape of her abs was more than obvious. I let out a long, slow breath.

Kelly smiled.

“You like?” she said teasingly. I did, of course, but I stayed silent. I just looked up at her and smiled.

“That’s what I thought,” she said, pulling her sweatshirt over her head to reveal – much to my surprise – a naked set of the most magnificent tits I had ever seen. They were C-cups (maybe even borderline Ds), but they were incredibly perky and full, without the slightest sag or droop. I raised my eyebrows and, without thinking, licked my lips. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Ah, yes,” she teased, touching my cheek with the palm of her hand, “you look pleased enough up here, Mr. Johnson. But the question remains: Are you pleased enough down there?”

With that, she leaned over and felt for my dick through my jeans. It wasn’t hard to find, as I had a large bulge extending over to my left leg.

“Well, OK!” she smiled. “You’re very happy down there, too!”

She let out a little chuckle, but then paused, slowly rubbing my rapidly swelling organ through the worn denim of my jeans. A flash of passion crossed over her face and, supporting herself with her arm on my leg, she looked straight into my eyes.

“Mr. Johnson,” she said finally, “as you may have heard, I have a boyfriend who doesn’t always treat me the way I’d like to be treated. Do you think you might be able to do better?”

I leaned toward her and matched her gaze.

“I do.”

MORE TO COME SHORTLY!! :)

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