"Well, if I am going to be your wh*re I need full access to every aspect of your life. Your house, your car, your bank accounts, everything," she replied, nipples throbbing underneath her top.I was too shocked to form a reply, so she used the silence to continue."But do not worry, I did not take any naked pictures of you. I wanted to save my prize for when I had earned it," Lisa stated. "That moment when you willingly unzip your pants and scoop out that fat, rock-hard taken d*ck for me... that moment is too delicious to waste." She paused, her finger grazing over her protruding nipple, clearly enjoying these thoughts. I did not know what to say, and my eyes slid back to the pictures of my girlfriend."So, in my computer, I labeled these pictures 'The Disaster Zone', for obvious reasons," she began."I mean, just look at this."In the pictures, it seemed like my girlfriend was getting ready for the day in the bathroom. She wore a plain, gray cotto

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)When I finally looked back at Lisa, I met her eyes, eyes that were beaming with pride. She stood in profile to me, letting me gaze over her luscious curves. I thought over what she was doing, not believing that I was seeing someone seriously make the argument that they should be given a job solely on the basis of their hot body. There was no shame on her face. No hesitance in her actions. No sign in the least that this was some huge joke on her part. She had a plan, but she was not done yet. Far from it. She had used many weapons, but not the big ones, not really. She was clearly holding back, and deep down, I knew it was now time to bring the big guns more into play.She spun on her heel, turning to face me fully, revealing the fact that her top was now completely unbuttoned and spread apart, exposing her large, bra-clad bre*sts. And her spinning motion caused those massive jugs to bounce, the smooth, silky flesh jiggling,

In this motion, she had clicked forward to the last side of her presentation. There were two pictures, next to each other. One was of my girlfriend, again in her underwear, smiling at herself in the mirror, happy with the image she was presenting, her slim body still clad in her frumpy underwear. Next to this picture was one of Lisa, also in my girlfriend's underwear, her luscious body barely contained by the garments. She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew that she had her competition beat. Knowing she was superior to the woman next to her in every way. Her huge, soft, mammoth jugs overflowing the cotton bra, the pressure they were exerting nearly shredding it. Her rock hard n*pples were pointing outward beneath the garment, as if she loved showing off other women's inferiority. On one side, my girlfriend, looking cute in her practical underwear. On the other side was Lisa, eyes glimmering with dark intentions, he lips curled wickedly, her body rocking the shit out of a bra an

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)I shook my head, looking away, wanting this to just be done. I rested my hand on the doorknob again, pausing, waiting for her to put her clothes back on so I could just open the door and leave without the fear of being caught.I would not be so lucky.She released her grip on her own a*s and pushed herself up, her butt jiggling mouth-wateringly again as she stood. She turned back to face me, pushed herself upward, and rested her round a*s against the bed. With a firm pull, she yanked down her skirt over her hips, letting it fall to the floor. Her red-lace covered crotch was now exposed to me, and then, as she pushed herself back to fully sit on the bed, she spread her legs apart lewdly, running her fingers down over her covered pu**y. The thong underwear was tiny, and it barely covered her nether regions, and it confirmed her earlier boast. If she had any sort of landing strip or anything like that, with as little

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)"Lisa..." I urged, trying desperately to stop her."This... this is the last possible way you want to be successful in life so please, just let me walk away. For the last time... I do not want this. I am happily taken. I love my girlfriend, I..." I began, but before I could finish, Lisa firmly reached out and planted her open palm against my throbbing bulge.I jumped in shock and grunted as I felt this forced pleasure."Mmm, you can stop pretending, Callum..." she whispered lustily, her deft fingers putting pressure on my clothed shaft, slowly traversing its length."If you really loved your girlfriend that much, you would not be THIS hard!" she remarked, squeezing my throbbing meat."Jesus Christ, you are f*cking huge!" she said to herself, her fingers admiring my d*ck through my slacks."I have never felt a c*ck this hard before. You must really like me," she said, wearing a knowing smirk