A New Beginning - Master PC Pt. 06

We kissed, and I slid my hand down to briefly cup her ass, then pull her thigh over my waist.

"Mmm, wait a moment." She pulled away and pulled her underwear off, tossing them aside. I did the same with mine. "Let me go on top to start - I need to go slow."

I tossed the sheet aside, giving her room to straddle me. She leaned down and kissed me again, then lifted herself up and slowly began to impale herself on my cock.

"Ohh, fuck!" She exclaimed.

"Fuck, you're so tight! When did you become a virgin?"

She slowly sat down on my length, getting used to the feeling of it stretching her out. I could just see her mouth hanging open.

"Forgot what a real dick felt like, eh?" I asked, making sure it was loud enough the recorder would pick it up. I reached up and undid her bra, letting her breasts hang free. I tossed it away and cupped both large melons, feeling the weight of them in my hand.

"Oh my god, you have no idea," she moaned. "I haven't felt a man's dick in me in ages."

She lifted herself up a few inches, then dropped down on my shaft again with a moan.

"Fuck, Sarah. I missed your tits," I said. I gently pinched both of her nipples, making them harden, and pulled. She followed them down as she started twitching her hips more. I leaned up slightly to catch her heavy breast in my mouth, and I began sucking.

"Oh, yeah, suck my tits. Suck my tits, baby."

I could feel her pussy stretching around my cock, finally adjusting to my size. I put my hands on her hips and gently rocked, making her bounce lightly while I continued to nurse.

"This is what I needed. A real man to make me feel like a woman again," she moaned softly.

I pulled my mouth from her heavy breast and asked, "Steve not quite cutting it?"

"Oh, no. Oh, fuck me good, baby," she sat up again and started pushing herself up more quickly, now she was getting accustomed to my dick in her. I could feel her pussy getting wetter.

"That's why you really called me, isn't it? You needed a good fucking, like Steve couldn't give you?"

"Mmhmm, that's right. I couldn't stop thinking about us, about fucking. I needed you in me."

I glanced at my phone - I wasn't sure how sensitive the mic was, or what it would pick up.

I jammed my thumb on Sarah's clit and rubbed hard, making her cry out and buck her hips.

"Say it again," I ordered.

"Yes! I texted you again because I needed a good fuck! Steve can't please me!" she cried.

"You ever cum like you did when I arrived?" I asked. I reached up and cupped one of her breasts again, massaging it as she rode me.

She kept riding me, her hips gyrating as she fucked herself. My other thumb was still pressing against her clit.

"No!" she cried out. "No, I'd never cum like that. When you fucked my mouth, and you were talking to Steve on the phone ... oh god I felt so dirty, but so hot."

I could feel she was getting close. Her pussy was starting to grip me harder, and her moans were becoming more frequent.

"Let me feel you cum, Sarah. Go ahead, cum on me. Cum for my dick." I massaged her breast a little harder. She leaned forward a little, resting some of her weight on my outstretched hand, pressing her breasts harder into my palm.

"Oh god, I shouldn't be doing this. It's so wrong! I'm a married woman!" She kept pumping her wet pussy up and down my length. I could feel my head rubbing her g spot with every stroke. She closed her eyes tight.

"Not just married - you're pregnant, Sarah. You're carrying Steve's child and you're here in bed with me, riding my cock like some cum-hungry whore."

She tossed her head back and screeched as her pussy clamped even tighter on my cock, as if trying to tear it off. She collapsed on me, unable to ride through it, but I wasn't ready to stop. I wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to grip her by the neck, then flipped her on her back. She landed with a gasp with her legs still wrapped around me.

"You're not done yet, Sarah," I said, my hips immediately pumping.

She just opened her mouth in silent surprise, overwhelmed by sensations. Her pussy was still spasming as I started to pound into her.

"I haven't cum yet," I growled. "I'm not through with you yet."

She looked up at me in something like awe, her hands gripping my shoulders as I repeatedly drove into her. I had never been this forceful when we had been together - my newfound confidence was a surprise to her.

"Take me," Sarah said, once she could speak again. She locked her ankles behind me, holding our bodies close together. "Take me, make me yours."

She had her head turned to the side and held to my chest, but I grabbed her chin and made her look me in the eyes.

"Whose pussy is this?" I demanded. "Who owns this wet. Fucking. Cunt?"

"Oh god, you do. It's yours. Make it yours, take your pussy."

I grabbed her thighs and pushed them up, making her break her ankle lock. I pushed her knees up toward her ears until she was folded in half, nothing to stand between me and pounding her unimpeded.

"Holy Jesus, I've never felt anything this deep in me!"

I grabbed a breast in each hand and gripped hard, enjoying their heavy, soft feel. Then I redoubled my thrusts, using her breasts like handles to pull myself in at the top of every backstroke.

She gazed at me from between her knees. Her pussy was clenching again, re-tightening on my invading shaft. I was withdrawing almost my full length with every thrust before shoving it in again.

"This is what you need, isn't it, you whore? A real man who knows how you need to be fucked? Not like a princess, but like a married. Cheating. Cumdump."

She squealed and wordlessly arched her back as she came again. Her legs flexed tight against my chest.

I kept degrading her with every thrust. I knew I was on the edge and seconds away from cumming. "Like a useless. Fucking. Slut."

Her pussy was still gripping me like a vice, making thrusting harder. Every thrust stroked past her G spot, making her grunt in pleasure. She braced herself against the headboard above her head and tried to hold on.

"Just a cheating. Ex-fucking. Whore. For. My. Cock."

I threw back my head and came. I could feel my dick twitch as I shot my load deep into her, filling her cheating twat with my thick jizz. Gradually I came down to earth and let her bring her legs down to a normal position as I slid off her.

Sarah looked at me, her face flushed. "Wow. That was ... intense."

I smiled. "Yeah, that was a lot. Really fucking great though."

She nodded in agreement. "You're totally different than you used to be in bed. A lot more aggressive and confident."

I just nodded.

"Listen though - I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Today ... I don't know what was going on with me today. But you need to know this was a one time -"

"Two-time," I corrected.

"Sure, two time. One blowjob time and one fucking time. Count it how you want - point is, I'm married. Today was an anomaly, and it won't happen again. Ok?"

I sat up, got on my knees, and straddled her chest. "I'd better get what I can, then," I said. I walked forward a few small steps until my glistening cock was in her face. "Then clean me," I ordered.

Sarah paused - she had been a little prim and proper when we had met, and I doubted she had ever tasted herself. She cautiously opened her mouth a little, and I grabbed her hair and pulled as I shoved my cock forward, taking what I wanted.

"Mmm, yeah, work your tongue, Sarah. Clean your cum off my cock. Good girl."

When she was done, she quickly got dressed again and started for the door to get back in bed with Steve before he woke up. She paused in the doorway and looked back at me. I was still naked, the sheet loosely draped over my bottom half.

"Remember, just a one-time thing," she said, as she stepped out.

I wasn't sure which of us she was trying to convince.

* * * * *

In the morning, I woke up with ideas. I texted Dana I was thinking of her, then opened the Master PC program and brought up Steve's profile.

General input: You will always interpret my words and actions in a benevolent light. We are old friends, you trust me implicitly, and you know I have your back.

Then I decided it was time to turn the screws on Sarah a little more. I had already input that she could only cum when we were having sex or if she was thinking about me - I highlighted the last bit at hit delete. No matter how long she played with herself or what she imagined or remembered, from now on the only way she could orgasm was through sex with me.

I bumped her libido up another notch then headed up the hill to the main house for breakfast, checking my messages as I did so.

Julie: I like Dana. A lot. I hope it was ok with you that we ... were together? When she texted me I thought you were going to be there too.

Madison: I'm so horny - when can I lick your cum off your girl's tits again? I want to suck your load. PS - I hope it's ok I've told some of the other cheerleaders about you?

Dana responded to my good morning text: I miss you too, babe. Know when you'll be back? I'll be here when you return. Which do you like better?

Two pictures popped up right after the message.

The first picture was her in a casual outfit for the day. She was wearing the same jean skirt she wore the first day we met, with a white Tshirt stretched tight over her mouth-watering chest. She was sticking her tongue out in a playful, cute-not-sexual way. She looked gorgeous.

The second photo took my breath away. It was not technically a nude, because she was wearing a dark red lingerie set, but it was more arousing than most nudes. She was lying on her back on the bed, her head hanging off the edge and looking at the camera, her legs pointing at the ceiling. Her tongue was sticking out again, this time clearly inviting sexual thoughts.

I replied back: JFC, Dana. Both look amazing. You're so incredibly sexy. Words can't do you justice

She replied again as I let myself in the door to the mansion: Good answer. Just didn't want you to forget what you were missing ;)

Breakfast, as it turned out, was just me and Steve.

"Sarah is sleeping in a bit," he explained. "I don't think she slept very well last night - didn't get a lot of rest."

"Yeah, I hear that," I said. "Sometimes all you can really do is hump through it."

He served me a plate of eggs, sausage, and fruit. "I was thinking - how would you like to go fishing after this?"

I agreed, and shortly after breakfast we found ourselves on the open water in his fishing boat. We set our lines then sat back to wait for something to bite. I decided this was a good moment to proceed with my revenge.

"Listen, Steve ... I have to tell you something. It's gonna be hard to say, but for the sake of our friendship, I think I have to let you know."

He looked at me with a bit of trepidation. "What is it?"

I pulled out my phone and hit play on my recording from the previous night. Sarah's voice came through the microphone, saying "This is what I needed. A real man to make me feel like a woman again."

Steve looked like he'd been punched in the gut. I fast-forwarded slightly, then hit play in time to let him hear Sarah cry out, "No, I'd never cum like that. When you fucked my mouth, and you were talking to Steve on the phone ... oh god I felt so dirty, but so hot."

"I'm sorry, my friend - I didn't realize you were married when she seduced me. I hope you know I never would have ... if I'd know," I lied.

Steve looked at me like I was his last light at the end of a tunnel.

"You're a true friend, I know," he choked up, his eyes glistening.

"So, listen, my friend ... I have a proposition for you. It sounds like things aren't all they could be, for you and Sarah, in the bedroom."

He nodded glumly. "Yeah, I don't think she's ever sounded like that with me."

"Hey, hey - don't get down on yourself. Women can be so different from each other, it's hard to tell how to act, right? How are you supposed to know what they want?"

He nodded again, then looked at me hopefully. "Do you think you could ... teach me how to do that? I want to be able to make Sarah scream like that."

I put up a fight. "Wha -? No, listen, Steve, I don't want to get any more involved with the two of you -"

"No, it's perfect! Come on! Teach me how to fuck like you do - if I can do that to Sarah, she'll learn to respect me again."

"Ok, Steve, alright - but only because we're such good friends."

He stood up and embraced me in a big hug. "Oh, thank you! Really, you don't know what this means to me. You might have just saved my marriage!"

"Hey, no problem, man. Soon as we settle up here I'll get to work on it."

"Set - settle up?" he asked me with confusion.

"Well, yeah. For making you the tape?"

"Oh, sure, sorry. Yeah, that's fair - I'm sorry, I hadn't thought about it." He sat down and opened his PayPal on his phone.

"Don't sweat it, pal. I know you wouldn't try to screw me."

He entered $100, then paused and looked up at me. I pretended I didn't see and looked across the ocean waves.

He added a zero with a click.

I didn't move.

He gave a resigned shrug and added another zero, bumping it up to $10,000.

I glanced down at him. "What's a good private detective cost these days? With expenses, getting them out here and all, I wouldn't be shocked if they could bill a couple hundred grand for a job. What's a fair price for finding out your wife is cheating on you?"

He bit his lip and looked away.

"I mean, really, what's it worth to learn your wife doesn't think of you as a man and wants to be fucked within an inch of her life by an ex? That she let him fuck her face the first day they met?"

Steve groaned and closed his eyes.

"I mean, if it was me, I'd probably want to know my wife had left my bed in the night to go get plowed and came twice-"

Steve moaned again, breathing heavily.

"-then sucked his dick off, slurping up their mixed fuck juices like a cumdrunk whore-"

Steve's leg twitched, and a wet spot began spreading across his shorts.

"-I don't think you can really put a price on knowing that, can you? Eh, pal?"

I turned toward the ocean and pretended I'd been looking there the whole time, and hadn't noticed he'd shot his load.

"Uh, yeah." I heard him add a zero to the PayPal balance, making it up to $100,000, then went below deck to change his shorts.

A hundred thousand dollars. Not bad for fucking a guy's wife and then telling him about it. It was nothing next to the $10 billion I was owed, but it was a nice first appetizer.

I kicked his expensive fishing rod loose, letting it fall into the ocean, and climbed up to the wheel to steer us back to shore. It was time to see Sarah.

* * * * *

Later that night, after dinner, I suggested to Steve we have a guy's movie night. Sarah was a little miffed to be excluded, but played it off.

"Alright, you two - go have your 'guys time.' Just get up to anything too wicked!"

She went off to bed while Steve showed me to a full movie theater in their basement.

"It's a bit much, I know, but what can I say? I love watching a good movie. You want some popcorn?"

I started playing with the controls, figuring out how to play something from my phone. "Nah, no thanks - you go ahead though."

He got himself a large popcorn and sat down in the exact middle of the theater.

"What were you thinking of watching?" He asked cheerfully. "Oh, hey, check this out though!" He hit a button on the armrest and the whole room began to shift - all the seats began to rise on hydraulics, until they were looking over each other like stadium bleachers. "How great is that, eh?" He was as happy and giddy as a six year old on Christmas morning.

I walked up the steps to join him as I hit play, letting the film begin to roll. "Yeah, that's great, Steve. I think you're going to like this movie, though."

"Wait a second - is that? That's my study!"

The screen was, indeed, displaying his study. His sanctum sanctorum. After a moment, Sarah and I burst through the door, kissing. I pulled her through the door, closed it, and pushed her up against it. I pinned both her wrists over her head in one hand and used the other to pull her dress down. It was an off-the shoulder number that used an elastic band to hold itself up, and it soon dropped to the ground.

"What the shit? What is this?" Steve demanded, whirling angrily on me.

"Your first lesson, Steve - just like you asked for earlier today on your boat after you came in your pants, remember?"

"I didn't think you knew about - no. But. But what is this?"

I patted him on the shoulder. "Just enjoy your popcorn, my friend. I think you're going to get a lot out of this. Remember you wanted lessons? See here, how I'm kissing her neck? Hear how loud she's moaning? A lot of women really like a good neck smooch."

He started to say something else but paused. On screen, I was pulling myself away from Sarah and began to question her.

"You said this is his favorite room? Where's his favorite place to sit? Where does he come to be a king of his domain?"

Sarah pointed at a gaming setup in the corner and screen-me led her over there by the hand.

"I have everything there - PlayStation, Xbox, all the classic N64 games," said Steve.

"Steve, pay attention, man," I said. "Keep watching."

On screen, I pulled his gaming chair out into the middle of the room, pulled my pants off, and sat my naked ass in his chair.

"See that, Steve? A woman likes it when you establish a presence."

Sarah was continuing to kiss me as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She squeezed her breasts a moment, then lifted them up for me like an offering. I started to suck on her sweet titflesh as I reached between her legs and rubbed her wet opening. Sarah moaned loudly through the theater's speakers.

"See that, Steve? It's important to be able to multitask."

"Oh, Jesus, what are you doing to me?" Sarah was asking on screen.

"Think you can tell what I'm doing to her?" I asked, mock concerned. "Was the angle ok here?"

"No, yeah, I can see. You're finger fucking her."

The theater was silent but for the wet squelching sounds as I fingered Sarah on screen, still sucking on one of her glorious breasts.

"Oh, check this out," I said, pointing at the screen.

On screen, I told Sarah "I want you to taste yourself again."

She nodded and went to suck my fingers, but I pulled them away and rubbed her twat-juices on my cock instead. She giggled and got down on her knees before me as I sat smiling in her husband's favorite chair.

"See that? It's important to make sex be fun, too - not just all serious business," I told Steve.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Sarah said. "It's so fucking degrading."

"Oh yeah, Steve, what's that about? She thinks it's degrading to give head?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that's what she said. She got reading a bunch of books on feminism, and-"

"Listen, I'm as much of a feminist as anyone - what kind of a monster doesn't think everyone deserves equal rights? But if it's stopping her from participating in the bedroom ... it's gotta stop at the bedroom door, you know?"

On screen, I had tossed my head back in ecstasy as Sarah licked herself off my hard shaft. I looked back down at her as she opened her mouth and was about to slide my head in.

"What happened to this being a one-time thing?" past-me asked.

Sarah shook her head. "I don't know, I just ... I can't seem to get enough of you! I can't stop thinking about fucking and sucking you!"

"But I thought giving head was degrading?" I asked, hand on her forehead to stop her diving onto my cockhead. On the theater screen, it was easy to see a large drop of my precum forming on the end of my length, and Sarah's mouth started watering.

"She was practically drooling here," I said to Steve, unnecessarily.