Job Security Ch. 03

Inside was a red and white Santa type hat. When I took it out and opened the tissue under it my eyes opened wide. It was a black and gold negligee, three pieces, very sheer, very oriental, and very, very expensive. It was just beautiful but how in the world could we afford it. I felt bad about putting it on without bathing, but that was obviously what David wanted.

When I walked back into the living room he whistled real low. He had me turn around slowly, then untie the little belt and pull the thin robe aside revealing the transparent little top and tiny postage stamp panties that went with it. I admit to feeling a little silly with the hat on, but it seemed to turn him on at the moment. After about thirty minutes of touching and feeling on the couch, he told me he wanted me to open one more gift.

"No, let's wait until tomorrow."

"This one won't wait until tomorrow." Good grief! Had he bought me a pet?

Instead, he handed me a small gift. When I open the wrapping, there was a fancy but unmarked box. I opened the top, gasped, and then laughed.

"You really didn't have to!" I didn't know what else to say.

"I thought you might enjoy it."

I was looking at a very large, very fancy vibrator. I had used one before, but this was totally different. Unlike the plain plastic shafts I had used this was in a word, exotic. I was amazed at the lifelike texture of the material, the detail given to veins, even the foreskin. In addition to the amazingly detailed penis it had an extension with two little flexible tips, obviously meant to stimulate the clitoris. There was also what appeared to be a circle of small white beads down at the end that was meant to stimulate the labia when it was fully inserted. The label on the box said "Handmade in Malaysia" and I knew it had to be expensive. There was a little controller on it that obviously held the batteries.

"I can't believe you bought this. How much did it cost?"

"Turn it on!" He smiled.

"This has got to be a joke, right?"

When I turned on the buttons, there was a flurry of activity. Not only did both the cock and the clit stimulator vibrate, but a separate control allowed the cock to move round and round and the little ring of beads moved about to provide further stimulation. I couldn't help but laugh, but I knew that he was aware of my interest. Taking my hand, he led me over to the Christmas tree and had me lie down in front of it on some pillows he had arranged there while I was out of the room. He arranged me on the floor as if he were getting ready to photograph me, and then took up a position in a chair nearby.

"Try it out."

"No, I don't want to."

"Aw, come on. Give it a try." The look on his face told me there wasn't going to be any option.

I hesitated, slowly slipped my little panties off, reluctantly turned it on, and looked at it a few seconds as I listened to the whirl. Barely touching the head of it to my pussy, I closed my eyes. It was embarrassing to have David watch me, especially since I didn't know what to expect. I had used a vibrator a couple of times before but they had just been hard pieces of stimulating plastic, nothing like this.

Neither of us spoke as I slowly brushed the tip of it up and down my pussy for a short while, then moved it to my clit. Despite my anticipation and the effect it already had on my slit, my body made a little jerk and I caught my breath with the sensation of the sudden vibration on those nerves. I moved it back and forth over the rapidly swelling nub, the high-speed stimulation losing no time sending a wave of pleasure through me, my legs spreading involuntary.

I opened my eyes slightly and looked to see where David was. He was still sitting on the chair, watching me intently with half-closed eyes, his cock already hard in his hand.

"Put it in." His voice was very low and shaky.

"Please, honey. Not now." I tried to beg out of it one more time.

He didn't say anything, but his look told me he was waiting.

With him watching, I closed my eyes again and started my slow descent into what surely most would consider depravity. Slowly I pressed the big head into me, easing it in and out, the vibration filling my senses with every inch. The soft texture masked the fact that a machine was fucking me, and as I pushed it in inch by inch my senses succumbed to its abilities. It had been such a long time since I had the sensation of a cock filling me that just the shaft inside me would have been fulfilling. That it was vibrating and moving around, rubbing every part of my inner walls, just added to it. Finally, when the little bunny ears meant for clitoris stimulation touched me, I arched my back and moaned loudly. Pressing it harder against me was the final touch I needed to bring the whole apparatus to being as the little beads at the bottom of the shaft started to rub my lips in a gentle rolling motion.

"U-m-m-m-m." It just rolled out non-stop as I got completely carried away with the electric stimulation. I liked a man's mouth, fingers, cock, everything. But the higher this substitute male brought me the more I knew no man could match it as far a just pure stimulation. I felt my body lifting up and down and heaving with a rhythm in reaction to the steady action of that cock going in and out. Actually, I was holding it very still in place by pressing hard on it but the rotating motion gave me the sensation that it was going totally in and out of my pussy.

"O-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o, O-o-o-o-o." I started a little chant, my legs moving up and down on the floor. The pleasure was so intense that I built so fast that there was almost no warning of an impending orgasm. Then I came. That's the only way to put it. It was loud, hard, and long. My head came up off the pillows jerking up and down, looking both at David and at my little master in my hand. My body arched against my hand and I pressed harder and harder against that nonstop source of pleasure. Then, I just dropped and stopped, my clit so sensitive that it hurt. Sheepishly pulling the shaft out of me while it was still running, I turned it off and looked at David.

His cock was sticking out a mile and his eyes were still half closed. Without a word, he walked over to me, turned me around facing where he had just been, put me on my knees, got behind me, and without warning slammed into me with a frenzy. Even though I had just exhausted myself with the vibrator, I couldn't help but reaction with a long, grateful moan. It had been s-o-o-o-o long since I had felt him inside me that I had almost forgot how good it felt. However, after he had pounded for a while I realized I was still holding the vibrator. I moved my hand up and down slowly over it's velvet-like texture and even as I was feeling David's cock deep in me, I thought, "He feels good, but he'll never be able to match you for just pure pleasure, my little friend. And you will always be there when I want you." Maybe David had held back from me TOO long. Still, even though I knew he would never match the vibrator, he felt wonderful inside.

After that night, the finger masturbation show stopped and the vibrator took over as the method of choice. Although David would sometimes lay with me while I used my new toy, he always would fuck me afterwards. Being careful to place me in an exact position when we did it, he always kept all the lights on "in order to see me better." We never did it missionary style, but whether he would have me straddle him in a sitting up position or ride me doggy style, but it always ended up in me having huge orgasms.

Things were good. It was after New Years' and even though there was no solid information coming out, it was apparent something was imminent at work.

It's amazing how fast things can change. One morning after that, I was preparing to take some things to the dry cleaners. As usual, I cleaned out pockets first. Out of one of David's jacket pockets came a receipt. I looked to see what it was. It was a shipping receipt from one of those mailbox places. I turned to stone as I looked at it.

It wasn't just that it was an overnight shipment to Mr. Lin in Singapore, but the contents declaration just stunned me. "Video tape." I don't think any two words had impacted me so much since "I do."

Why was David shipping anything to Mr. Lin at a mailbox place instead of going through the company? I already was getting a real knot in my stomach and knew I had to at least make some effort to find out what was going on. Since approaching David outright was something I wanted to avoid for at least the time being, I decided to grasp at a straw.

When I went out for my errands, I stopped by the mailbox place on the receipt. I had been there before and there was always an older man working there who had an obvious attraction to me. I wasn't sure he would give me any information, so I unbuttoned my jacket before going in; I was wearing a fairly low cut blouse with no bra. All was fair right now.

"Can I help you?" He was falling all over himself.

"Yes. My husband asked me to stop by and see if anything has come in for him." The box he was using was right on the receipt.

"No, nothing. Not since those big boxes came in from overseas."

"Oh, okay. I know he ships some stuff but I don't really know how much."

"He doesn't ship big stuff but those little overnight packages to Singapore he sends out every few days sure does cost somebody a lot of money. I hope they're making a lot of money from it."

I had my answer and left, my body shaking. I was barely able to get through the rest of my errands, anxious to get back home. It would be many hours before David got back home and I needed time to think things out. What was it all about? How far had it gone? How was it happening, if indeed it was? Maybe I was just over-reacting.

When I got home I instinctly started looking, my swirling mind looking for answers. Surprisingly, it didn't take long. He hadn't been too imaginative. Way in the back of his closet on a top shelf, hidden behind a myriad of sports equipment, there it was. A very complicated looking video camera with all kinds of things sticking off it. There was a tripod lying behind it, along with all the boxes it had came in. Pulling a chair in, I climbed up on it and went through everything. Not far away, hidden under some old sweatshirts, was what I was really, really looking for.

The videotapes hidden there had the word "copy" on them and each was dated. I noted how they were stacked in there so that I could carefully put them back. Shaking so badly I could hardly walk, I went to our living room and carefully inserted the earliest dated tape, praying the stupid thing wouldn't jam. I pressed the play button and sat down on the floor right in the front of the screen as I watched the blank, blue screen until it gave way to the action.

My worse fears were confirmed. In front of came images of me, with only a towel around my head, as David went down on me. I watched with tears in my eyes as it continued to show me coming, and then went on for a long period as I related to David about what went on at the party. He had taped all of that conversation and more. I was petrified as I continued to watch, changing each tape as it ended. There I was, masturbating in front of the window, on the bed, in the living room with a blindfold on.It was all there.

After the first hour or so, my tears stopped. I started watching myself with growing interest, then in a strange way started looking at it from the perspective David and, evidently, Mr. Lin., would have. Although some of it was shot from a distance and showed pretty well my whole body, all the ones with the mask on had been zoomed in to show explicit pictures of my hands on my clit and the vibrator working on me. Most interesting, though, was the close-up shots of my face as I approached and reached orgasm.

Within two hours I took off my jeans and started touching myself as I watched. When I watched the Christmas Eve scene with the vibrator I lost it and my body started writhing in recurring, uncontrollable orgasms as the woman on the screen took over my senses.

Finally, it stopped, and after thirty or forty minutes, I was able to bring myself down and back to reality. Carefully rewinding and replacing the tapes, I had to decide my course of action.

When and where would I approach David? How did this relationship with Mr. Lin occur? I knew they were both totally aroused by this, but was it just between the two of them?

And, in spite of my fears and the possible implications, why was I so aroused by it?