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... telling me what he wanted to do to me. His deep, gravelly voice was so sexy he could make me do anything he wanted.

Jay directed me to get on all fours, facing away from the camera, and finger my slutty pussy for him. Which, I was more than happy to do. I moaned and wiggled my ass for him as my finger slipped in and out of my tight needy hole. With my other hand, I grabbed my dildo and began sucking it imagining it was Jay’s thick tool filling my sissy mouth.

“That’s a good girl, you’re a good little cock sucker. Now let’s see you ride that big dick,” Jay directed.

I was so horny at that point, I couldn’t wait to get all eight inches into me and jumped up to stick the dildo on the coffee table with the suction cup. I dropped my panties and, straddling the table, lowered my hungry cunt onto the thick rubber shaft. I stroked my own hard shaft as I rose and fell on the dildo and began moaning like a whore as Jay stroked his hard cock on the TV screen.

“What the fuck!” Christa’s voice exclaimed from behind me.

I whipped my head around to find Christa staring at me with a horrified expression on her face.

“Christa! What’re…?” my voice trailed off as I had no idea what to say.

“Fucking disgusting pervert! What the fuck?” she screamed and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

I stared after her, the dildo still buried in my ass, the only thought in my mind was oh shit! I’ve been caught!

“Wow, that sucks, babe, sorry. Guess I should let you go deal ...

... with…that,” Jay’s voice broke in.

When I turned back to the screen, he was holding his still-hard cock and looking pitifully at me sitting there on the dildo with a wilted cock.

I said goodbye to Jay and cleaned up, then tried to call Christa. She didn’t answer, so I texted an apology and asked her to at least call me back. I was in agony waiting for her to call, wondering, and dreading, what she might do, and who she might tell. What would happen if, and when, she told our friends and family? I could never face my parents or brother, not that they would have anything to do with me once they found out. I was sure I would be out of a job if word got back to my boss or coworkers, no way would they allow a pervert like me to stay on. A few of them would might even beat the shit out of me. I was fairly sure that my life as I knew it was about to come to an end.

I finally heard back from Christa Monday morning, when she texted that she was coming to get her things and wanted me out of the house because she didn’t want to see me.

I tried apologizing again and begging her to just call me but, she only responded with insults. Somewhere among the insulting texts, I went from remorseful and worried to angry and unapologetic. I lost my patience with her and told her she was a closed-minded, judgmental bitch for not at least having a conversation with me and, it was my fucking house and she had no right to tell me not to be there. If she wanted her shit, she would just have to come ...