The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... flitted through our brains.

“I am sure there are,” I said. “I’m sure there are.”

“Are you going to call Megan back?” Jesse asked after a moment.

I shrugged. “I guess.”

“Awesome! Let me know how it goes. Now do it right now before I lose your nerve. Hit her up on her private line. Get inside those tights of hers.” She winked.

Damn, my sister was pushy when she wanted to be.

I ended the call, then sighed. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it right. I pitched everything but my undershorts and grabbed my personal laptop, setting it up on the coffee table in front of me. I found Megan’s personal contact, gulped back the rest of my beer in one long swig, and hit the button. A second later she popped up on the screen. She was still in her office, still in her underwear.

“Hi Bryce,” she said. “Changed your mind? Ooh, you lost your shirt, you’re in your boxers, and it looks like you’re happy to see me.” The tent in my shorts was noticeable.

“Hi Megan. You said if I took off my top, you’d take off yours…” Go big or go home, I figured.

“You betcha,” she said. She slowly slid her bra straps down her arms then reached around and unhooked her bra. She was turning it into a show, and I guessed I didn’t mind. She did a slow tit drop, then tossed the bra to the side, cupping her breasts and pinching her tiny little nipples. Her breasts were small and pert, with tight, hard nipples pointing skyward. They looked like they would be delicious to ...

... suck.

“That’s better,” she said when she was finished. “Want to go further? My thong is dripping right now.”

“I need to add a ground rule,” I said. “No more public sex. No hanky panky on the subway, no sexiness on office computers. We keep this neat and above-board. I don’t need to get arrested for doing something in public.”

“Sure, deal. Is this about…?”

“It is,” I said. Megan had hired me and had been involved in my background investigation. There was a little blip in my personal history that I preferred not discussing. That blip meant it would be a bad thing if I got arrested. The fact that Megan knew Jesse and that she could vouch for me was part of the reason I got the job. That blip on my history made things challenging.

Megan cocked an eyebrow, then nodded.

“Deal,” she said. “Now are you going to take off your underwear or am I going to die of horniness?”

“You first,” I said.

Megan leapt up and turned, pointing her slender, trim ass at the camera and giving it a gentle shake. She pulled her cheeks apart, revealing the narrow cord of her thong poorly hiding her puckered asshole. Below her ass, the thong was puffed out by her vulva, the fabric soaking wet.

She turned back around and slid her hand into the front of the dripping thong, and rubbed herself under the fabric, sliding her fingers up and down her vulva, slipping one finger inside. She pulled her hand out – it was soaking wet – and lifted it to her lips.

After licking her fingers dry, she bent ...