A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

A Cock in the Hand Ch. 06

... up next to me, touching my shoulder with this arm, as he held the phone between us. "Here is the dot pattern to unlock it," He traced the letter G using the matrix of dots on the screen. Then he locked it out and said, "You try."

I did it and he proceeded to show me the FaceTime app, and where the recording was. As I stood there feeling his heat, I tried to focus, but my mind raced with the memories of yesterday in my kitchen. I barely took in the camera icon and video from yesterday. Lastly, he gave me access to his iCloud account, and his password.

"Take it for as long as you like, Mrs. Stilson. I assure you no copies were made of either."

"You assure me? Really. You recorded me without my knowledge, then blackmailed me with it to get me to do that twisted FaceTime with you last night. Forgive me if your assurance doesn't mean much. Do you have a laptop, Mr. Thomas?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's in the car. Would you like me to get it for you?"

"Yes, I would. I'll need full access to that, as well."

"Okay, I promise you, Mrs. Stilson, there are no copies anywhere but my phone. I'll be right back." He went to his car and pulled out a backpack and brought it to me. As he did, he told me his password. "Everbodylovespuppies!"

I had to hold back a laugh, reminding myself of the severity of the situation.

"Just to clarify, Mrs. Stilson. If you watch the FaceTime video, and watch it objectively, I'd ask you, does that look like a woman blackmailed into something she ...

... didn't want to do? I do feel bad about taking the video in your kitchen without your permission, and I've since thought about it and concluded, watching either video would really just be torture, knowing it will never happen again. Take them both, as long as you like. I've got at least a couple more hours' work. You may or may not believe it, but I didn't watch the FaceTime recording. If you do, you will be the first and only person to see it. There's nothing on the laptop at all, but feel free to take as much time as you want with it."

"Thank you," I said, without looking at him. I took the phone and laptop into the kitchen. I sat at the table he fucked me on the day before, and perused all the files and folders. I did searches of my name and phrases he may have used. It was a pretty sleazy feeling doing a file search of 'cock-slut, Mrs. Stilson, blowjob, dildo, masturbation' and several other terms that, twenty-four hours ago, were unthinkable adjectives for me.

I looked at his browser history and found nothing strange or perverted. I looked in the trash can and there were many old files still sitting there, but nothing suspicious. When I tried to look at his email, it needed a password. The same password worked for that. The only recent ones were sending out job applications and resumes. Lastly, I found his cloud account and examined it thoroughly. There was nothing new in it, and I could not find any sign of activity in the last two days.

Then as I was moving to ...