My back arching, I pulled at my bed sheets as Rachel’s lips slid up and down my penis. Even without my assistance, she was having no trouble deep-throating me now. I could feel her saliva dripping down my shaft, puddling against my stomach before her face slammed back down on me. My entire length now buried in her mouth, she stuck her tongue out to lap at my balls. She was really trying today, forcing herself to stay down for longer and longer. My balls tightened and I could feel my orgasm coming as I listened to her choking on me.

My phone rang on the nightstand beside us. Rachel surfaced, sucking in air in long, raspy breaths. “No, no, keep going. Whatever it is can wait,” I encouraged her. She squeaked out something that might’ve been “please” before quickly throating me again. She held herself down, her throat spasming against me, until my phone stopped ringing. Only then did she allow herself to come back up for air. One gasping breath and then I could feel the heat of her mouth descending on me again.

My phone rang again. I cursed the person who dared interrupt this; then thanked whatever gods looked out for perverted blackmailers who conned young teen girls into sex that, this time, she hadn’t stopped sucking me. It stopped ringing again. I must have answered it accidentally, because I heard a voice rising out of it. Feminine, but angry, she commanded, “Take it, you bitch.” Pitiful pleas erupted from the teenager and her head shook as though she was fighting an internal battle to both breathe and remain pressed firmly against my groin.

I opened my eyes, one hand scrabbling against the nightstand for my phone. The voice hadn’t issued from my cell. Rachel was kneeling on the bed near my waist. I struggled to make sense of that as my eyes traveled to the brunette in bed with me. “Oh yes, all of it, you dirty little slut,” Rachel cooed. “Just like he likes it.” She was putting her body weight into keeping the brunette buried against me, but the woman’s struggles were still enough to rise several inches up my cock before being pressed back down. Her mouth full of my member, the pair of familiar hazel eyes staring up at me said all that her voice could not. I tried to sit up in bed. Tried to push the cheerleader’s hand off the back of her head, but Rachel, with her other hand, pressed down against my chest, holding both the brunette and I immobile. I stared into those eyes as tears built up in them. I watched as the brunette retched, felt her vomit around my cock, still buried in her throat. Her eyes grew unfocused, and I could tell she was on the verge of passing out.

“Rachel, enough. Let her breathe-“

My phone rang again.

I opened my eyes, sitting up in bed. My phone was ringing; my bed was empty. I reached for my phone, trying to clear my head. 3:42 AM and my brother was calling me. “Yeah?” I knew my voice sounded edgier than it should have, but 3:42 AM is for sleeping, especially when you’re dreams involve-

“Sorry to wake you. It’s RJ.” My brother’s voice chased the clouds from my mind. My nephew’s name pushed all memories of my dream away.

“Is he alright?”

I could hear my brother choke up and all the air left the room. “He was in an accident.” Pause. Deep breath. “He was coming home from one of his game nights and…and…” Sobs overtook his words, but I was able to make out “drunk driver.”

“Oh fuck,” I screamed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Those words spun through my head. Drunk. Driver. They became a cacophony, and I almost clamped my hands over my ears to drown them out. I certainly wasn’t hearing anything further that my brother had to say.

“I should’ve stopped her…Taken her keys from her…”

Another thought pierced my brain. This one, in my brother’s voice, told me that if I hadn’t been so worried about defiling that teenager and ending my “dry spell,” she wouldn’t have even been on the road at the same time as RJ. “Oh. Oh, it’s all my fault. He’s there because of me.” My brother was in some hospital waiting room right now while my nephew was in surgery, and I knew that it was all my fault. “If only I hadn’t been so selfish-“

Fortunately, I hadn’t said any of that out loud. I heard my brother’s voice, panicky and angry, “-part is, the other driver was completely okay. Walked away without a scratch on him-“

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted, “him?”

“Yeah, some guy at RJ’s school. Claire says they didn’t get along well.”

“Ohhhh,” I sighed. “Thank god.”

“What?” Confusion on the other end. Apparently, I had said that part out loud.

“I’m sorry, Matt. I…I don’t even know what I’m saying right now. I just…where are you? I want to see him.”

“We’re at Mercy General.” He seemed mollified, at least. “Listen, you should just get some rest. Doctors say the surgery should go well, and he’ll be doped up after they’re done anyways. Just…call me in the morning, okay? Or I’ll call you. Either way. Fuck, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“It’s okay. Listen, if anything changes, or he gets out of surgery, or you need someone to talk to, please call me. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep anyways.”

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d want to know. You know he thinks the world of you.”

“I do; you have nothing to apologize for. And you know I love him like he was my own kid.”

“I do. I’ll let you know when I hear anything more. Love you, bro.”

“Love you, too, Matt. Tell Julie, if you guys need anything, just let me know.”

“Will do.”

After he had hung up, I sent a text to my boss that I had a family emergency and wouldn’t be in until late. I couldn’t even remember what my dream had been about as I laid back down, staring at the ceiling. Several sleepless hours later, still staring at the ceiling, I couldn’t remember that I had slept at all.

******

Hot water sluiced down my body, but I wasn’t paying any attention. I was glad that it hadn’t been Rachel that had struck my nephew last night. Ecstatic might have been a better word. At least that meant that I wasn’t directly responsible. Still, I had used her underage drinking as leverage to extract sex from her, and then later that same night another drunk driver injures my nephew. That seemed a little too coincidental for my liking. Plus, there had been a dream, too, right? Hadn’t I also dreamed that Rachel and I were defiling yet another woman? I thought maybe there had been, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember who the other one had been. I pushed those thoughts away, shutting off the shower. I had made my decision.

As I toweled off, I thought about the day I had ahead of me. First, I needed to call my boss and let him know that I wouldn’t be in at all today. He’d understand. I wasn’t sure if I would drop off my truck at the body shop before or after seeing my nephew. I could go after and ask my brother to pick me up, but I decided he probably needed to be with his son today. Before the hospital, then. I’d stay there as long as I needed to. As long as my family needed me to. I had to talk to him. Later, I’d call Rachel. I would make sure she understood the severity of what she had done. Her drinking had led to a minor fender bender, but it could’ve been worse. So much worse. Once I knew that I had gotten through to her, I’d tell her our deal was off. I would pay for the repairs, and no one else would have to know about our accident.

*****

RJ was awake when I got to the hospital. It would’ve been more of a blessing if he hadn’t been. His left arm and both legs were in casts. The one around his arm extended from just beneath his shoulder all the way to his wrist. His doctor explained to me, because my brother couldn’t get the words out, that it was broken it in 3 places. Extending from the row of bandages around his chest was a long, thin cut where, hours earlier, a surgeon had repaired a deflated lung. It had been punctured by one of his 6 broken ribs. A thick, foam collar was wrapped around him, immobilizing his head. The worst of it, though, was his face. Sure, he had more grievous injuries, but to see him like that…If I hadn’t known ahead of time I was looking at my nephew RJ, I never would’ve guessed it was him.

He had a massive gash sloping from his forehead down to his right cheek. In what might’ve been the only small spot of luck, whatever had cut him had at least missed his eye, although it didn’t look like it missed him by much. His other eye was completely swollen shut. His cheeks were puffy surrounding his broken jaw. He couldn’t open his mouth yet, but if he were able to, it would open on a bloody gumline where several of his teeth had previously stood.

We sat in uncomfortable silence. RJ in his hospital bed, physically unable to speak, the rest of us in chairs drawn up around him, too emotionally drained to offer much in the way of conversation. Tears trickled down slowly from his blackened eyes. They flowed openly from our own. Nurses came and went, checking on catheters and IVs, monitoring vitals, and adjusting the flow of morphine into his beaten young body. I stayed with him as Matt and Julie went to the hospital cafeteria. By the time they returned, RJ had fallen into a merciful sleep. We exchanged tearful hugs as they took over his vigil and I headed home.

I didn’t have to wait long for a cab home. After giving the driver my address, I leaned back in my seat and dialed Rachel’s phone.

“Hello?” She hadn’t given me her number the previous night. If she had, I suspect her greeting for an unknown caller to be far less pleasant than the one I received. Perhaps she thought that, not having given me a way to contact her for future meetings, our deal would just fade into her past.

“We need to talk.”

A long pause. “Where did you get my number?” The venom in her tone was more than sufficient; she recognized my voice.

“Doesn’t matter. We need to talk.”

“Yeah, you mentioned that already.”

“Tonight.”

“I work until 9 tonight, can’t it wait? It’s been a really shitty day.”

“No. Stop by my house when you’re finished with your shift.”

I could tell she wanted to argue. Instead, she sighed loudly into the phone. “Fine.”

“See you then.” She didn’t answer, letting a dial tone serve as her reply as she hung up on me.

*****

Headlights streamed through my front windows, illuminating my darkened living room as she pulled up my driveway. I noted the time as she knocked on my door: 9:45. As soon as I opened the door, she brushed past me and sat down on the couch. She was still wearing her work uniform: black slacks and a red polo with the logo of a local Italian restaurant. I locked the door and pulled the blinds down over the bay windows. When I turned back to her, her shirt was already off and she was reaching to unclasp her bra.

“Keep your clothes on.”

“Look, it’s been a really long, really shitty day. I’d rather we just get this over with.” Despite her protests, though, she stopped, folding her hands in her lap instead.

“Did you know him? The kid who was in that accident, did you know him? He was your age.”

She picked her shirt up off the couch, nervously fiddling with it. “Yeah, I did. It’s a shame. He’s friends with my boyfriend, we’ve hung out a couple times. Seems pretty cool.” She glanced at me, a question dying on her lips, before she slowly slipped her shirt back over her head. Redressed, she looked at me for approval.

I sat down on the opposite end of the couch, leaving the entire middle cushion between us. Resting my head on my hand, I stared in the opposite direction, trying to find the right words. Nothing came to me but to simply agree with her. “Yeah, it’s a shame.”

Silence built up between us. I didn’t want to lecture her, I had blackmailed her for sex, it wasn’t really my place to be doling out life lessons. Still, I had to say something. “I’m the last one who should be telling you how to live, but you see how dangerous drinking and driving is? He could’ve died.”

Her reaction surprised me. No sarcasm, no rudeness, no jokes. Instead, she hung her head down, a tear rolling silently across her cheek. “I saw pictures of the accident. I just-I can’t believe…I can’t believe anyone could just walk away from that.”

My brow furrowed. “Wha-What? Who are you talking about?”

She looked at me confused. I’m sure my own expression registered a fair amount of confusion as well. “Demarious. His parents had just gotten him that car when he received his football scholarship. He’s pretty shaken up about that; I’m just glad he’s not hurt. Who are you talking about?”

“Who am I talking about? I’m talking about RJ, the kid your friend Demarious nearly killed.”

“Wait a minute, he hit RJ? I mean, not that he deserves to die or anything, but that guy is a little weird. I’d always catch him staring at my tits in chemistry. He kept coming into my work to ask me out. Eventually, my boyfriend had to go kick his ass to get him to leave me alone. Do you know him or something?”

I took several deep breaths before I was sure I would be able to respond without yelling at her or punching her. “He’s my nephew.”

“Oh.” Then, realizing what she had just told me about him, she continued, “Oooooh. Look, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know. Is he okay?”

I stood up, pacing angrily across the living room. I had called her over to forgive her debt, but now? I knew it wouldn’t help him but hearing how she and her friends had treated him, I wanted to exact some manner of revenge. To know that, not long ago, Rachel had sent her boyfriend to beat up RJ because he had the nerve to ask her out, and to know that right now, he was laying in some hospital bed, it all caused a white-hot rage to boil up inside of me.

“I shouldn’t have said those things. I really hope he’s alright. Maybe I can-“

“Take off your clothes,” I interrupted her. “You can leave your bra and panties on for now.” She undressed slowly, revealing panties that matched the lacy pink bra she was wearing, her nipples just visible over the half-cups. “Follow me.”

I led her to my bedroom and indicated for her to lie on the bed. From my closet, I retrieved my tripod and digital camera from one of the shelves. I began setting it up, aiming it at the center of the bed. “Listen, I’m still not going to have-“

“Shut up. You’re going to sit there on the bed and do exactly what I tell you. When I turn this camera on, you’re going to put on a little show for me. You’re going to stare right into this camera, put on a big fucking smile, and make yourself cum for me. Just do it like you would at home, only this time, you’re going to talk dirty to me the entire time. Got it?”

“You want me talking dirty to you, I should probably know your name, right?” She was taking this better than I had imagined. No arguments that what I was asking was too private, no protests that she doesn’t “do that.” Just acceptance. Maybe she was the exhibitionist type. Maybe, after getting her throat fucked raw the night prior, she just assumed that getting to getting to orgasm herself wasn’t all that bad.

“It’s not my real name, but how about we just use the name RJ?”

“No. No, you can’t show him this.”

“I’m not going to show him anything, but if you try telling me what I can and can’t do again, I’ll buy up ad space and play this on the big screen before the next fucking Avengers movie, understand?”

She didn’t speak, but slowly nodded her head in agreement. I waited behind the camera and waited for her to compose herself. When she did, I clicked the button, activating the video capture. Immediately, she stuck her hand down her panties, rubbing her self lightly. “Oooh, RJ. Yeah, that feels so good.”

I turned off the camera. “Stop. This isn’t going to be some 5 minute production, and it isn’t at all about your own pleasure. Have you ever seen a cam model before?” She nodded. A little surprised by that, I continued, “Good. Tonight, you’re going to be my little cam model. Pretend it’s your boyfriend watching this. Just remember it’s not his name you’re moaning when you cum.”

Similar to yesterday, flipping the camera back on also seemed to flip a switch in Rachel. When properly motivated, she was remarkably well versed in teasing men. I knew I was still forcing her into it, so likely not getting the full benefit of her charms, but I imagined that, when she was acting as a willing partner, she was quite wild in bed.

Smiling brightly into the camera, she stood up on her knees, placing her hands on top of her firm breasts. She pressed them together, jiggling them slightly before cupping each of them with a strong squeeze. “Mmm, yeah, you like my big tits, don’t you, RJ?” Her hands trailed lower, and she glanced down when they reached her panty line. Looking back into the camera, she bit her lip as she hooked her thumbs into the waist band of her underwear. She slowly pulled them down then, giggling, released them, leaving her pussy still covered. She giggled and placed the crook of one index finger in her mouth. Yes, this girl certainly had a healthy future in porn if she wanted it.

“Are you a breast girl, RJ?” she spun on her knees, her ass now facing the camera. “Or are you an ass girl?” Her left hand supporting herself against the bed, she brought her right hand down sharply against her ass cheek. She slapped herself twice more, her right ass cheek flushed red. “I bet you want to leave your handprints all over my juicy ass, don’t you?” She switched hands, her right hand holding her up while she spanked herself with her left now. “Yeah, is that what you want?” She spanked herself again, harder. “You like the sound of that?” Harder still. “Do you want to punish your bad little girl?” Times must have changed since I graduated high school. I hadn’t had much luck with women back then, but I had friends, and I heard stories, and none of those stories ever sounded anything like Rachel did now.

“Don’t worry,” she said, turning back around and cupping her breasts. “I can be a good girl for you, too. Do you like these? Uh huh, you like these tits?” She leaned forward, the camera staring down the deep ravine of her cleavage now, whispering conspiratorially into the camera. “You can tell me. It’s not a secret, I see you staring at me during class. You probably haven’t learned a thing all year in chem, have you? Always trying to get a peak down my shirt?”

She sat back up, still rubbing her hands over her breasts. She looked to her left, then her right, then back into the camera. “Now that we’re alone, I think I can tell you my secret.” She tugged at the half-cups of her bra, pulling the fabric down but leaving her clenched hands covering her nipples. “You see, I’ve never been able to tell you, but…” She leaned forward again, speaking directly into the camera like she was whispering directly into his ear, “I liked it.” She reached her arms up and slid them through the shoulder straps of her bra, leaving it clasped around her body for now. “It makes me so wet to know you’re watching me, fantasizing about me. I can’t wait to get home and touch myself.”

Reaching behind her, she unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her and land at her feet. She pressed her breasts together again, jiggling them up and down for the camera. “I go home and imagine your hands all over me.” Pinching her nipples elicited a throaty moan from her. “Oooh, RJ. Do you think about me, too? I know you want to slide your big, hard cock up in between these, don’t you? Are you hard for me right now? Mmm, I want your cock so bad. I want to wrap my big titties around your cock. Make you cum. Ahhhhhhhhh, oh yes! Do you like that? Do you like that, RJ? Huh, do you?” Her voice continued to rise, cresting in waves of pleasure, her words bleeding together as she pleasured herself. Either she was legitimately enjoying herself, or there was an Oscar in this girl’s future.

This girl was pure sexuality. My cock swelled as she played with herself, pinching her nipples into stiff buds, all while moaning my nephew’s name. “Oooh, God, RJ, I’m so wet right now. Thinking about you has got me so wet.” Sliding her hand down to her crotch, she cooed, “You want to see? Want to see how wet you’ve got me, RJ?” She leaned back in the bed against one arm, one leg out straight, dangling off the bed, the other cocked with her knee up. The only thing between her pussy and my camera now was a thin strip of lacy pink fabric. Her panties now bore a sizable wet spot; she hadn’t been lying about being wet. She ran her hand over herself, pressing the fabric in between her folds before putting her hand to her mouth and sucking lasciviously at each finger. She moaned again as she tasted herself.

Mesmerized, I unbuckled my jeans, sliding my hand down my pants to discover that my boxers bore their own wet spot. Precum leaked through them as I wrapped my hand around my swollen shaft. Seeing me slowly stroking myself inside my pants to her seemed to excite her further. She slid the crotch of her panties to one side, revealing her dripping pussy. I moaned as I watched her shove two fingers insider herself; she screamed. Laying back down against the bed, she worked her fingers in and out of herself with wet, sucking sounds. Her other hand rose to her breast, squeezing it so that her tender flesh spilled out from between her fingers before gripping the nipple in two fingers and pulling it away from her body. Her thumb rubbed her clit in tiny little circles as she continued to fingerfuck herself.

“Ooooh, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES!” Her cries grew shriller, her breathing quickened, her body flushed. Pressing her feet down against the bed, she lifted her ass up, sliding her panties down before kicking them off. They landed on the camera, lacy pink panties covering the lens. I hadn’t even noticed until she giggled and retrieved them, holding the cotton fabric to her face and inhaling deeply of their scent. Sitting back down on the bed, she rubbed her clit harder now with one hand, her other hand pistoning in and out of her slick folds. She was now using three fingers to fuck herself, screaming at the camera.

“Yes, baby. Oh, RJ. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum so fucking hard. Are you going to cum. Cum with me. Cum with me, RJ, I’m so close. SO CLOSE!” I slid my boxers down and was now stroking myself furiously in time with her. RJ wasn’t going to cum with her, would never even see this video, but I was going to cum with her. “Ooooh, fuck yes. Just like that. Just like that, RJ. Don’t stop. Dontstopdontstopdontstop.”

Her voice came out in short squeaks as her orgasm hit her. Her back arched, her fingers remained still, buried inside her, while her other hand continued rubbing furiously at her clit. She inhaled deeply, then again. And again. Finally, her lungs full, she released a piercing, blissful scream as her pussy gushed around her fingers. Removing them, she began squirting violently, soaking the bedspread beneath her. I was still stroking my cock as she rolled around the bed in post-orgasmic ecstasy. She turned towards me, catching me masturbating furiously through glazed eyes.

“You didn’t finish?” She sounded almost hurt by it. “Please.” Waving weakly, she beckoned me towards her. “Please, let me help. Let me finish you.” I crawled onto the bed next to her. Gripping my hips, she pulled me down on top of her, wrapping her lips around my cock. Trying to support my weight with my arms so as not to choke her, I was surprised as I felt her hands gripping my ass cheeks, pulling me down farther into her. I dropped my hips, slamming several more inches of my cock into her mouth. She gagged but still met my thrust by lifting her head to meet me, fitting the last few inches of my cock in her mouth and milking me with her throat. Fortunately for her, I didn’t last long, pulling back so that I could shoot straight into her mouth rather than drown her in my cum. She smiled up at me, opening her mouth to show me the fruits of her labor. She closed her mouth and swallowed my seed with a large gulp, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out for me to see when she was done and then sucking the tip of my penis into her mouth and cleaning it lovingly with her tongue.

As we both recovered from our own powerful orgasms, I lay back on the bed next to her. She slid over, placing her head on my chest and wrapping one arm lazily around my waist. That sobered me up quickly, and I considered sliding her gently off me. With everything else I had done to her, this was far from the most offensive, but it still felt wrong. Too loving, I suppose. I knew if I allowed it to continue, I would soon succumb to my guilt over the things I had forced her to do, but…But if I allowed myself to be honest, lying here with her cuddled next to me felt pretty damn good.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and she snuggled against me closer. I was just starting to doze off when she shot up in bed. “Oh my god. What are you-“ She gathered up her underwear, practically sprinting out of the room.

I followed her into the living room where she was hurriedly putting her work uniform back on. “Hey, look, I’m sor-“

“No. Don’t. Just stop. It’s late, I have to go.” I watched her as she put her shoes on, never feeling like more of a creep than I did right now. She glanced up to look at me. I couldn’t meet her eyes this time, instead pretending to straighten a painting on the wall. She snorted derisively at me as she finished tying her shoes. I stared at her as she hesitated at the front door. Not at her ass, or the swell of her breasts as she stood half turned towards me. I stared at her shoulders, slumped in defeat. She turned, leveling her gaze at me. This time, I didn’t shy away from it. Her eyes were filled with anger and…betrayal?

“I’m not your girlfriend.” I stayed rooted in place as she left, her words hanging in the air. Another door slammed, an engine turned over, and two taillights disappeared forlornly down my driveway. I had blackmailed her into blowing me, then forced her to masturbate on camera for me, but it was a hug that had crossed the line?

What the fuck was I doing?

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