Mr nick is a pervert 2

Becks has got a boyfriend. He visits on Saturday. By then, she’s already fully settled into her new flat. In that time, I’m already well versed in everything Becks. I know she likes to have her clit played with while she’s being fucked. I know that her chest turns an ugly shade of red when she comes. She’s not a screamer but she makes this face, when she fucks her pussy. Half distraught, half euphoric. She sleeps naked at night. She’s breathtaking when she’s naked.

Becks retires to her bedroom with her boyfriend. I know this because my gift lamp is hoisted on her dresser. They waste no time getting naked and feeling each other up on the mattress.

Becks’ boyfriend—she calls him Tom—fucks her mouth. She’s lying on the edge of the mattress with her mouth wide open. He rams his hard cock down her throat. Becks must have excellent gag reflex because she doesn’t gag. Tom hisses in pleasure.

“That’s it baby,” he praises her. “Such a good girl. That’s right. Keep that mouth wide and open for me.” He grips a fistful of her hair and pumps her mouth hard. He’s rough. When his cock impales her cheek, Becks bucks off the bed. But Tom has got her in place. He slaps her cheek, from where his cock is protruding. He withdraws from her mouth completely and when he slides back in, his cock vanishes all the way into her mouth. His balls graze her jaw.

Becks digs her fingers into his hips, trying to steady herself. Tom hisses in pleasure.

“How much more can you take?” he doesn’t retract his dick. He keeps it in for a few moments later. When he feels Becks beginning to struggle against him, that is when he lets go. He pulls out of her with such force, it causes her to reel forward. Becks coughs. She inhales deep lungfuls of air. Her eyes are wet with unshed tears but she’s smiling. She holds out her tongue, silently asking for more.

I don’t realize I’m grinding my cock underneath my desk until I feel it begin to ache painfully.

“More?” Tom grins. He leans in and kisses Becks. It is a wet and nasty kiss. When he pulls away from her lips, saliva pools between them. Tom gathers it up with his fingers. He brings said fingers to her parted lips. “Open wider.”

Becks obeys. She parts her lips wider and Tom thrusts his fingers inside her mouth. He pushes them to the back of her throat. He pumps her mouth roughly. Saliva drips out the sides of her mouth. He pulls out and rubs his slimy fingers all over her face. Becks is hungry for it. She allows him to degrade her and carry out his nasty whims on her.

“Come here.” He tugs on her thighs, dragging her forward. In one swift motion, he rams his cock into her pussy hole. If I was Tom, I’d play with her pussy lips first. I’d stimulate her clit and bring her close to the edge. But I’m not Tom. Tom is selfish and impatient. Becks isn’t getting any foreplay out of this. The only thing she’s getting is raw and unhinged fucking.

Tom pounds her good. He grinds her hip deep into the mattress. When he slaps her thighs, Becks moans. She turns her head to the side and looks directly into the camera.

My heart stops.

A cold chill trails up my spine, freezing me on the spot.

I was right. She knows about the camera. Does she know I’m watching? Can she feel my heated gaze on her. Can she sense my thoughts?

Tom picks up the pace and she arches off the bed.

“You’re so wet for me,” he pants above her. “So fucking horny.”

Becks cups his ass cheeks and pulls him in harder. He’s buried to the hilt. His balls slap against her pussy. She spreads her thighs wider, begs him to take her faster. He obliges, but then, he’s already jerking and trembling with his release. He withdraws out of her and spills his seed on her stomach.

What in the actual hell? Becks doesn’t get to cum. I see the disappointment in her eyes. If Tom notices, he chooses to ignore it. He grins at her. Says something along the lines of how that was amazing. Becks smiles and says nothing.

Tom isn’t staying the night. As he puts his clothes back on, he rambles on about shit I couldn’t care less about. He leaves a few minutes later and I’m all too happy to see him go. Becks returns to her bedroom and exhales a frustrated breath. She takes her tiny robe off and gets back in bed.

Excitement courses through my veins when I realize what she’s about to do. Tom didn’t get to make her cum, so she’s gonna do it herself.

That’s my girl.

I dip my hand inside my denims and pull my dick out.

Becks is wound up tight and it doesn’t take long to get her body in the mood. She’s lying on her back. Her fingers tease her folds in the most enticing manner. I’m on the edge of my seat, waiting for her to start but she doesn’t.

Instead, she tilts her head to the side and looks straight into the camera. Again, I get that strong feeling that she’s staring straight at me. Like she knows I’m watching. A moment later, she confirms my suspicions.

“Are you going to keep watching?” she purrs in a seductive whisper. “Or are you going to come finish what he started?”

***

No one has been able to crack the mystery of the hidden camera until now. It turns out that I was right about Becks. She really is one messed up chick and I am the sick pervert, standing right outside her door, waiting for her to open up.

The door flings open a second later and there she is, framing the doorway in that tiny robe that barely covers her ass.

“Hey stalker,” she smiles at me coyly. “Come in.” She opens the door wider, making space for me. As I walk past her, I’m assaulted with a plethora of smells. Vanilla perfume. Sex. Tom’s saliva. And a musky smell that’s uniquely Becks’.

I swallow the thickness in my throat, try to play it cool as I turn around to face her. “So…”

I leave the sentence open. My way of saying I want Becks to talk to me. What’s she feeling? What are her real thoughts about the cameras? How would she like this to progress?

“From the moment you gifted me with the lamps, I knew.” She says. “I’ve dealt with pervs before. I know the signs.”

“Yet, you invite one into your house.” I keep my features bland. “Is that a kink of yours Becks? Do you enjoy being watched?”

“How about you find out?”

“Are you actually inviting me to unravel your kinks, Becks?”

“Actually,” she closes the space between us, bringing her lips dangerously close to mine. She traces my crotch with her fingers; feels how rock hard I am. “What I want… is for you to fuck me until I can hardly remember my name. I want you to break me. Make me cum. Can you do that for me, Mr. Nick?”

Mr. Nick. It sounds downright filthy when she says my name like that.

“Your boyfriend is such a tool,” I say before I can stop myself. Thankfully, Becks isn’t offended by this. She merely smiles. It fuels my confidence to do as she asks. “As for your request, the answer is yes. I’ll make you cum as many times as you want. Now Becks… on your knees.”

Becks sucks in a deep breath. Because she’s standing so close, her nipples rub against my chest. They are rock hard, like pebbles. I can’t wait to suck them.

Becks drops down on her knees. She looks up at me with those honeysuckle eyes and it’s just as I had fantasized about.

“You’re a biddable little thing, aren’t you?” I ask, as I gaze down at her, thinking of all the things I plan to do to her. Becks nods and I take that as my cue to issue my second command. “In that case Becks, I want you to take my cock out of my pants and I want you to stick it in your nasty little mouth.”