I saw him look out the window into the hallway where we just stood. It was as if there wasn't anything there the glass was so clean.
"Pretty neat, huh?"
"Yeah. Now what do you want from me?" he asked once again.
I was getting a little disturbed by his lack of patience. "Listen," I said firmly. "You're not going to ruin this for me with that attitude. I suggest you lighten up and enjoy it. How many girls like me come along every day, anyway?"
He looked bewildered, to say the least. I figured it was time to take another approach. I moved directly in front of him and pressed my body against his. His body tilted backwards until hitting a chair behind him. I pressed harder and he regained his balance.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Dunn." I looked up at him with the most sensual look I could muster. "Right here...on this table in front of this window."
I put my hand on his crotch and felt for his cock. Once I had it between my fingers I said, "Ever since I saw your picture I've wanted this thick cock in my cunt. I've wanted you to suck on my tits and lick my nipples. I've wanted you to put my clit in your mouth."
The cock was growing harder by the second. I could feel it throbbing as I continued to tell him what I wanted.
"I'm going to take it out and suck on it. When we're both good and wet I'm going to have you slide it inside me and hold me by the ass while you fuck me. We're both going to cum right here, on this table, in front of this window. Got it?"
I thought he'd cum before I could even pull down his zipper. But first I had other fantasies to fulfill.
"Unbutton my sweater," I told him.
The look on his face was priceless. I'd never seen a man so horny and so terrified at the same time. Somehow I just knew the horniness would win out.
His hands trembled slightly as each button came undone. I saw his eyes flip back and forth from one semi-exposed breast to the other. By the time he got to the last button, my hardened nipples were the only thing holding my sweater in place.
"Take it off," I said.
He hesitated for just a second, then pulled the sweater apart and lowered it down my arms. He was about to lay it on top of one of the chairs when someone walked down the hall outside our room. I saw Mr. Dunn flinch, as if he wanted to put the sweater back on me. But the woman passed by without ever knowing what was happening just a couple feet away.
It was one of the sexiest feelings I'd ever had. Topless and exposed, yet safe behind our magic window.
"Suck my tits, Mr. Dunn. Put them in your mouth and lick the nipples. Bite them gently and I might let you fuck me," I almost whispered.
I could see the outline of his cock inside his pants. I wanted it desperately, but it would have to wait. First, I needed him to follow my commands and bring me closer to an orgasm before the real fun started.
He was an expert with tits. His lips and tongue and teeth assaulted my sensitive skin and sent shivers throughout my body. He used both hands to push the breasts up while sucking on them. Light nibbles caused me to moan out loud.
Two more people walked past us, which only doubled my desire.
At the same time I put my hand on his cock, Mr. Dunn put a hand on my leg just below my skirt. A second later it had risen up my bare thigh and found my ass. He clutched at my bare cheek and squeezed it hard, pulling me closer to him. I felt his fingers slide under the string of my thong and across to the other cheek.
In the meantime, I struggled to get his pants open. Eventually I had my hand inside his boxers and frantically wrapped my fingers around his hot cock. He was still working on my tits, pulling at my erect nipples with his lips.
I forced myself down, pulling his pants with me. Kneeling in front of him, I yanked down his boxers and stared at his thick cock. I licked the tip for a second, then the bottom of the shaft. I was too horny to play with him, so I just opened my mouth and took him in with a sudden, emphatic gulp.
He was moaning by the third bob of my head. I'm not an expert at very many things, but I can suck cock. Isn't it funny how you can always do the things you enjoy well. With me, that's sucking cock and fucking. We'd fuck in due course.
But the most amazing thing happened next. As I took Mr. Dunn's beautiful, long cock deep into my mouth, a woman walked past and stopped in front of the window to check her hair. I saw her look up and down the hall to make sure she was alone, then she continued to work on her hair, fix her blouse and pull on her skirt. All the while I sucked Mr. Dunn closer to an orgasm. Even he had to watch her for a second in disbelief of what was happening. If she only knew!
When she left I stood up.
"Put me on the table and fuck me," I ordered Mr. Dunn.
I stood motionless, waiting for him. Then he got the hint, picked me up by the waist and twirled me towards the table. I put my legs around his waist and he held me by the ass, placing me on my back on the table top. He pushed my skirt up and roughly pulled off my thong. The cool air on my wet, warm pussy felt great.
But not nearly as good as the tip of his cock as it worked its way past the lips of my cunt. Then in one powerful thrust Robert Dunn's cock was inside me. I shrieked with pain and pleasure. I sensed a bit of frustration, or anger, on his part as he began to fuck me harder and harder. It wasn't quite a rape—especially when I was the one who initiated the whole thing—but the force with which he plunged his cock into me indicated this was more than just sex for him.
Whatever. I loved it. And as each person walked past the reflective glass I got hotter and hotter. My moans came more quickly and loudly with each series of thrusts by Mr. Dunn. His hands clutched at my tits and pulled on the nipples. I cried out my approval.
I was nearly too lost in the onset of my own orgasm to notice that Mr. Dunn, too, was beginning to cum. My heels dug into his ass. He poured shot after shot of cum deep into my cunt. We moaned in unison during an incredible release of sexual tension, not to mention the excitement caused by the near-public display we were putting on.
It was over much too quickly. Mr. Dunn pulled out and I pushed my skirt back over my exposed pussy. We were dressed in a matter of seconds, happy we had succeeded in fucking without being caught but always aware that somebody could try to open the door at any moment.
"Wow! That was great! Now aren't you glad you agreed to this?" I asked as I pulled on my thong.
"Are we done now? Can we agree to just drop the whole thing?" he asked while pulling up his zipper.
I laughed. "Hell no. I hardly think you've paid your debt, yet. Don't ever forget I know who you hit. You can deal with me or him."
His look told me everything I needed to know.
"I'll send you a letter in a day or two," I said.
With that we exited the conference room. As we walked towards the elevator, I looked back to see a young man in a suit and a beautiful girl in a dress enter the room. They carried stacks of paper, but I guessed it wouldn't be all work for them behind the window.
It was hard getting to sleep that night as I thought of my time with Mr. Dunn. I couldn't remember the last time I came so hard. His cock was even better than I imagined it from the picture. There must be a way I could see more of it.
By the end of the next day I had my plan in place.
Mr. Dunn: I sure hope you enjoyed my last demand. I've got another one and it, too, involves a little fetish of mine that has been hard to satisfy. I think you're the perfect candidate to help me out. As you could tell Friday morning, I kind of like voyeurism every now and then. Not only being watched (which was great, don't you agree?), but also watching. I want to watch you fuck somebody. How about your wife? Don't worry. I'm not coming to your house. You're going to video record a session for me. With audio. Make it good. Send me the disk within ten days.
I hated to give him that long, but if he pulled it off the wait would be worth it. There was no doubt in my mind he would do it without her knowledge. But I also trusted he could pull it off, under the circumstances. It made me wet just thinking about it.
Sure enough, in eight days I had the disk in hand.
Online public records from the County Auditor's office told me that Robert Dunn's wife's name was Michelle. They bought their expensive house four years ago. If she was a babe I suspected he would do anything to protect his property—both the house and her.
It was late evening when I changed into a robe. Nothing else, just a robe. If the video contained what I thought it did, I wanted quick access to vital body parts. I poured a glass of wine, took several sips and put the disk in the DVD player. I was ready.
After a few seconds of darkness, the screen was filled with the view of a dimly lit bedroom. It appeared to be a huge room with a king size bed, several small tables, a couple dressers bigger than anything I'd ever seen in my life, a love seat and doors to a walk-in closet. At least that's what I could see from the angle of the camera. Most importantly, anything happening on the bed was going to be in perfect focus and view.
I wondered if Mr. Dunn had hidden the camera under clothes or a towel, or maybe just had it on and hoped his wife wouldn't notice. Either way, it must have worked.
The sound of female giggling preceded the entrance of the two 'stars' of the show onto the screen. The lovely Michelle was dressed in a football jersey that hung to mid-thigh. Her legs were bare. I figured it wouldn't take long to see what was underneath the jersey, if anything.