Adcock Christmas: Leah Touches herself on Facetime for Mr. Howard... (Tenure: +15, Sus: +5)

Leah reclined on the plush guest bed. She hit the FaceTime button on her phone with a flutter of anxiety and fear. She didn't want anyone to hear.

"Ah well hello there Miss Williams. Merry Christmas." Mr. Howard was apparently sitting on a toilet it seemed. No doubt to get some peace and quiet.

"Let's start with some teasing, shall we?" Mr. Howard said, his voice low and seductive. She could feel herself getting more aroused as she followed his instructions, hands shaking slightly as she moved her hands to her womanhood. "Tease yourself, imagine you were alone pleasuring yourself--do what makes you get off."She felt a little self-conscious at first but couldn't deny the intense pleasure that coursed through her body at every touch. She knew she uh...had to act the part for him.

"I want to see your face as you touch yourself. Mhmmmmm" Mr. Howard's voice came through the FaceTime app. Leah couldn't believe she was doing this.

She moved the phone into a position to capture her face while she touched herself. {if pl > 49} Though she felt conflicted about giving in to Mr. Howard's demands, a part of her thrilled at the illicit nature of it all. {endif} She couldn't see what he was doing with his hand off-screen but she knew it must have been busy pleasuring himself while watching her.

She let her fingers trail slowly up her inner thigh as she gazed into the camera. Biting her lip, she slipped her hand under the lacy edge of her panties, gasping as she made contact with her sensitive bud. She rubbed gentle circles, hips arching off the bed as a moan escaped her lips.

Leah's breaths came faster as she slipped two fingers inside herself, pumping rhythmically.

Leah slid her fingers out of her slit and began focusing on her clit, her fingers playing over the sensitive bud of her clit. She let out a small gasp at the sensation. Her other hand continued to pleasure herself biting her lip to stifle a moan.

Then the door opened...

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Leah froze as the door swung open, her heart racing with panic. There in the doorway stood Tommy. His eyes went wide at the sight of Leah sprawled on the bed, phone in one hand and the other buried between her legs.

"What the hell?!" Tommy exclaimed. His eyes were wide.

Leah scrambled to sit up, grabbing a pillow to cover herself. "Tommy! I...I can explain..." she stammered. Her mind raced to come up with an excuse, but nothing plausible came to mind.

"Were you just facetiming Jonathan?--Wait--he is at church with his mother. Who the hell was that!?" He said, his voice rising in a tone of anger.

"It..I--I wasn't It was no one. I--"

"Bull fucking shit." he said pointing at her "I know what I saw. You were facetiming someone!"

“Looks like my son's fiancée isn't as fucking loyal as she seems." He stepped into the room—his face a glare mixed with hate, disappointment, and yet lust.

"Please, Tommy, you can't tell Jonathan about this," Leah pleaded. She clutched the pillow tighter across her bare chest.

“Mhmmmm.” He thought to himself for a moment, the room in a strange awkward silence.

“Please—its not what you think.” She said—her face blushing.

“OH really? I think its exactly what I think—you are facetiming someone else while you sit in here and touch yourself. What further explanation do I fucking need?”

I…I…Please don’t tell Jonathan.” She pleaded.

Tommy eyed her hard. But something else was hard now. Inside his pants he could feel his manhood twitch at the opportunity he was given.

“I won’t tell Jonathan.” he said his voice lingering as Leah looked up with hope in her eyes.

“You won’t!?” her face suddenly brightened. “Oh thank you—thank yo—”

“I won’t tell him—BUT,” he cut her thanksgiving short “you have to do something…for me.”

“Wha…what do you mean?” Leah’s face went from hope to horror.

“Oh please, Leah—” Tommy said with an overdramatic eye-roll “Don’t be stupid. You are lovely woman—how my son scored you I have no fucking idea. You’d probably be fucking that other guy if he was here wouldn’t you?”

“No…I…No…its not like—” he cut her off.

“Oh please—you wouldn’t be doing that on the phone if you weren’t probably already fucking him. If you are willing to touch yourself to someone besides my son…welp—you can touch me.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Leah asked appalled.

“Do I look like I am kidding?” He crossed his arms “You make me feel good....and I won’t tell my son what a cheating little whore he is going to be marrying.”

“He won’t believe you.” she sneered.

“I’ll just have him look at your phone records. Think he can’t get them? He pays those bills.” {endif}

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Leah froze as the door swung open, her heart racing with panic. There in the doorway stood Luke. His eyes went wide at the sight of Leah sprawled on the bed, phone in one hand and the other buried between her legs.

"What the hell?!" Luke exclaimed. His eyes were wide.

Leah scrambled to sit up, grabbing a pillow to cover herself. "Luke! I...I can explain..." she stammered. Her mind raced to come up with an excuse, but nothing plausible came to mind.

"Were you just facetiming Jonathan?--Wait--he is at church with his mother. Who the hell was that!?" He said, his voice rising in a tone of anger.

"It..I--I wasn't It was no one. I--"

"Bull fucking shit." he said pointing at her "I know what I saw. You were facetiming someone!"

“Looks like my brother’s fiancée isn't as fucking loyal as she seems." He stepped into the room—his face a glare mixed with hate, disappointment, and yet lust.

"Please, Luke, you can't tell Jonathan about this," Leah pleaded. She clutched the pillow tighter across her bare chest.

“Mhmmmm.” He thought to himself for a moment, the room in a strange awkward silence.

“Please—its not what you think.” She said—her face blushing.

“OH really? I think its exactly what I think—you are facetiming someone else while you sit in here and touch yourself. What further explanation do I fucking need?”

I…I…Please don’t tell Jonathan.” She pleaded.

Luke eyed her hard. But something else was hard now. Inside his pants he could feel his manhood twitch at the opportunity he was given.

“I won’t tell Jonathan.” he said his voice lingering as Leah looked up with hope in her eyes.

“You won’t!?” her face suddenly brightened. “Oh thank you—thank yo—”

“I won’t tell him—BUT,” he cut her thanksgiving short “you have to do something…for me.”

“Wha…what do you mean?” Leah’s face went from hope to horror.

“Oh please, Leah—” Luke said with an overdramatic eye-roll “Don’t be stupid. You are lovely woman—how my brother scored you I have no fucking idea. You’d probably be fucking that other guy if he was here wouldn’t you?”

“No…I…No…its not like—” he cut her off.

“Oh please—you wouldn’t be doing that on the phone if you weren’t probably already fucking him. If you are willing to touch yourself to someone besides my brother…welp—you can touch me.”

“Are you kidding me?!” Leah asked appalled.

“Do I look like I am kidding?” He crossed his arms.

“But…but what about Ashley? Y’all are about to have a baby!?” Leah tried to use this to guilt him into not pursing this route. His eyes went slightly to the side, as if contemplating.

“Yeah…well..exactly. She is pregnant. She isn’t exactly ‘in the mood’ much any more. And she doesn’t exactly fulfill a man’s needs like she needs to.” He stood there eyeing Leah, undressing what little clothes she had on in his mind.

“If you give me a blowjob I won’t tell Jonathan what a cheating little whore he is going to be marrying. Besides…its not like real sex…so its not really cheating.”

“Would Ashley feel that way?” Leah shot back.

“Ashley doesn’t need to know. Or do you think fingering yourself to some other guy on FaceTime isn’t cheating?”

“Jonathan…doesn’t need to know.” Leah lowered her head in shame.

“Exactly. So–what do you say?” Luke asked pensively awaiting Leah’s answer. {endif}