Scorned

He handed me a padded A5 envelope containing the DVD and walked away, leaving me staring stupidly after him.

That had been easy!

I ordered coffee and a large chocolate chip muffin and sat down to read the latest edition of Vogue.

Half an hour later when Cameron came into view, my heart leapt excitedly. I had never been more pleased to see anyone in my life. I had missed him more than I had realized. I ran to him and gave him a big kiss, not caring that there were hundreds of people around.

"Your father was here, but he left when he realized that I was here to pick you up too."

"I told him that you were picking me up."

"He left a tape for you." I handed Cameron the envelope and hooked my arm through his. "He said it was the final episodes of 24."

When we got to the car he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "I missed you, honey. I can't wait to get you home."

"I can't wait either."

As soon as we got off the busy motorway he pushed his hand under my mini skirt. "I spent the whole week thinking about you and the smell of your hot pussy. If Dad hadn't driven me to the airport I would have cancelled the trip, taken you back home and spent the week in bed with you."

"Cameron, stop it," I protested weakly, but opened my legs a little wider.

"You're wet already, but let me make you a little wetter." He moistened two fingers in his mouth and instructed, "Lift up a bit."

"I'm going to crash!" I screamed as he slipped his fingers inside me.

"No you won't." He laughed and drove them deeper. "You're an excellent driver."

How I made the remainder of the journey to his house safely was a mystery. We left his suitcase in the trunk, just grabbing his carry-on luggage and his briefcase as we rushed into the house.

We were naked in seconds. He picked me up, but instead of climbing onto the bed he turned me upside down.

"What are you doing?" I demanded, grabbing onto his thighs, afraid that he would drop me.

He didn't answer my question as he cupped my ass in his hands and flicked his tongue along my clit. I cautiously released my left arm and guided his already-erect cock to my lips. I sucked on him gently, not working my usual magic by covering my teeth with my lips and giving him the firm blowjob that he liked because though the rush of blood to my head was making me high and he was eating me as ravenously as he'd done that first night in the gym, I was conscious of the fact that if he got carried away he could drop me on my head.

But after a week without sex, Cameron was eager for pussy. Within a couple of minutes he stumbled backwards to the bed and pushed me down into position. I rode him fast and furiously, facing away from him so that he had a view of the ample cheeks of my ass—his favourite part of my body. As soon as he came I turned around and lowered my body onto his, still joined. Using my inner muscles I stroked him until he was fully erect again.

He made to get up and assume the dominant position but I pushed him back against the bed. "Let me take care of you. You must be exhausted after the flight and a busy week of meetings."

This time we reached orgasm almost together and he fell asleep still connected to me.

"I'll warn some food for you," I told him when he woke up twenty minutes later.

"Thanks, honey." He pulled me closer and squeezed my behind. "And afterwards I'll go watch that DVD."

***

I returned from stacking the dishwasher to find Cameron standing in front of the television, staring at it as if turned to stone. I moved around him to look at the screen and almost had a heart attack.

The bastard Adam had recorded us having sex at his Bromley flat!

The sexy, ruthless bastard!

I was very familiar with the phrase 'hell hath no fury as a woman scorned'. I had been the embodiment of it on a few occasions when previous relationships had been ended abruptly by lovers. I understood the meaning of it perfectly; I had just never thought that it could be applied to men too.

But Adam's stunt was tame compared to some of the crazy ones I had pulled. He was a novice—this was probably his debut performance. I, on the other hand, could win an Oscar for acting the scorned lover. He had chosen the wrong person to mess with!

"Cameron, baby, I'm sorry. You left me horny, so I went to bed with Adam." Never be greedy and take all of the blame—share it whenever possible. I saw no reason why Cameron shouldn't shoulder some of the responsibility for me sleeping with Adam. The next time he would know not to leave an unsatisfied woman on the loose. "I realized that you would be hurt and I didn't do it again although he has kept pestering me." I was almost paralysed for a second when I realized that I had forgotten to look for the manual for the phone when I couldn't erase Adam's messages. Suddenly I realized that I could use them to my advantage. "If you listened to your answer machine now you would hear all the messages he's left for me."

"Why my father?" he whispered, looking bewildered.

"Baby, he's been hitting on me since that very night you introduced us. He's even boasted that he has slept with every one of your girlfriends." Again I took the opportunity to let him know that I wasn't the only one of his women to fall for his father's practised charms. It made me sound less of a slut and more of an innocent victim helpless to resist an experienced rake. "Honey, he's your dad, but the man envies you. He tries to make you look small at every opportunity. I think it's because your cock is almost twice the size of his."

"Really?"

For the first time the hurt-little-boy look left his face and I pressed home my advantage. "Honey, you have to show him once and for all that you are a grown man. Let's make a DVD of our own and give it back to him. Let's show him how much better in bed you are and how much bigger your cock is."

I also wanted to remind Adam of what he won't be getting ever again, but I didn't tell Cameron that.

"He wanted to fuck my ass, but I wouldn't let him. He said that you weren't man enough to ass fuck. Fuck my ass now, baby. Fuck it and show him how it's done."

By now Cameron was as hard as a rock. He and I had had anal sex twice before. He loved the shape of my behind and seeing his cock between the fleshy mounds had driven him wild. I had rationed it to once a month, but the occasion called for something a little special.

I doubted that there would be any lasting damage done to Cameron's relationship with his dad. In fact, I suspected that Adam would grudgingly admire his son for having the balls to make the recording and then give it to him. In future he would show Cameron far more respect than he'd done up to now and that would be a good thing.

Within ten minutes we were shooting the amateur movie. And just in case the angle of the lens disguised the fact that Cameron's cock was deep in my rectum and not my vagina, I screamed, "Yes, baby, fuck my ass. Give me every fucking inch of your big cock. Tear my tight asshole wide open, honey!"

That would teach the bastard Adam.

Hell hath no fury as a woman, period!

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© Lexy Harper 2010