Ring - Ring..

Just then the phone base started to chirp it’s ring. My eyes widened and I rushed out of the bathroom having no time to clean up at all, to thinking clearly i was in a panic to answer the phone. As I stepped out I realized I had left the handset outside when I was chucking the ball for the dogs so I could hear it if it did ring.

I bolted past the dogs with them in tow, out the back door and to the lawn chair where I had set it.

I managed to get it before it went to the message.

“Hello.” Hopping it’s Sharon, she can send you some normal clothing.

“Hi is this Timmy?”

The voice was soft and sexy, sounded like a hot chick.

I turned back towards the house, a little winded from having just cum moments ago and sprinting out to get the phone. I looked down at my crotch, the white slimy cum soaking through.

“Yah” I said wondering who it was.

“Hi I’m Kelly, I was texting with Sharon earlier this morning before she got on the plane. She told me you’re situation and that you had to wear my clothing.”

I stopped in front of the back door my heart racing as I grabbed my cock from the slimy sensation, then Immediately pulled my hand away from the slimy mess making multiple strings of thin cum stretching from my soaked crotch to my hand as I pulled it away, then smelling it out of habit.

“Oh, uhm, hi” I couldn’t help but be breathy in my response.

“Sounds like you were working out or something.”

I said “oh yah, running the dogs.”

She said in a nice tone, “cool, well I called because I just had to see the guy wearing my cloths.”

I felt embarrassed about it. “Well, uhm, normally I would never wear girls cloths it’s just that Sharon drove off with all of mine and, I”

She said “oh goody, it worked.”

“What worked?” I wondered what she was saying.

She said. “I can see you on the cameras and..” there was a sudden silence.

“Cameras?!”

Oh crap I thought, I had forgotten about the security cameras above the front and back doors. I glanced up at the camera above the back door. I was groping my cock again because of the tingling sexy sensation and looked down at the mess between my legs, the fact there was thin streams of cum from my crotch to my hand and I glanced up at the camera again almost dropping the phone. I froze, caught, and then suddenly I was able to think, get out from in front of the camera. So I dashed into the house.

She said. “Oh my god, did you masturbate in my leggings?”

I stammered. “I, I, Uhm, it’s not my fault, I had to uhm, you don’t understand..”

She said “let me rewind this and see what kind of perv you are.” Her voice was tense, I wasn’t sure if she was mad, or what, but I didn’t know what to do.

My voice trembled as I said, “please don’t, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I, I, uhm.”

She said, “okay here’s you walking out, cute ass, skin tight on you, playing with the dogs, walking back.”

The cameras were super high definition, Sharon paid a fortune for can zoom in on past footage because it was so high def. the cameras can rotate and mechanically zoom as well as just enlarge the pictures.

“Oh look there’s you walking back and your sporting such a hard on. My god what a perve! Are getting turned on because of the dogs?”

“No!, it’s because of the leggings,” then I shut up before volunteering any more information.

“I sorry, look I won’t..”

She cut me off, “geese, I can really see your cock poking out on the leggings. Fast forward, you running out to get the phone, turning around, and..”

I stood there holding the phone looking at my glossy slimy crotch. Wondering why I rushed out to get the phone. Why didn’t I remember about the cameras. I should have let it go to voice mail, why did I answer it?

“Still grabbing and rubbing your crotch, and that looks like cum, and that slimy mess is all over your hand.”

“I’m going to tell Sharon about this.” Her voice sounded firm.

I said, “oh god, please don’t, I need this job, I really, uhm, please don’t tell on me” oh god everyone is going to think I’m some faggot perv or something.

She hesitated then said. “What the hell! you got my panties and leggings on and you cum’ed in them, what a freaking faggot, ‘I’m going to tell her and your parents about this.”

I said almost crying. “Please don’t, I’ll do anything god please don’t tell on me.”

She said, “your life will be over when they hear about this. I even got the video, I can email this all over and even put it on YouTube.”

I felt my shoulders slump, I was quivering in guilt and shame. How could have this happened, I was so screwed.

Then she stopped a moment, I was expecting to hear the phone disconnect, then she said. “Anything?”

“What?” Wondering what I heard her say.

“You would do anything if I don’t tell them?”

I said almost eagerly. “Yes anything, god I promis not to do anything again, I’ll even quite my job here, anything, just please don’t tell.”

She said, “okay fine walk back out back where I can see you.”

I did, wondering what kind of thing she was going to do.

She said “okay turn around so I can see you.”

I did, then looked up to see the camera pointed straight at me.

“Hold your crotch and scoop up some of your cum.”

I did hesitantly. And looked up at the camera. She laughed, “you look like your going to cry or something. Whatever!, now lick all that cum off your hand and swallow it.”

I said, “what?” Looking at the thick slim in the palm of my hand.

She said in a firm voice. “You heard me, lick it and swallow it!”