Speak No Evil - Part Two

Dinner had been a painful affair; his parents had ordered pizza, a meal that would typically make him ecstatic, but his tongue processed every bite as nothing more than tasteless goop. Shame filled his brain, seeping into every thought like rain into cotton, weighing down his mind. His parents no doubt noticed his downtrodden state, but chalked it up to stress over the upcoming math exam.

When Emma held the phone to his mouth, words had flowed out of him; words that he never knew held such truth until now. He had begged Favorite, pleaded into the phone for Favorite to fuck his girlfriend. At the time, every syllable came instinctively, his horrible desires made real without effort.

He remembered Emma staring at him, her eyes brimming with a disgusted surprise, horror even, at his eagerness. Her face was contorted with hurt, hurt that he had given in so eagerly, but beneath it all he could tell there was a feeling of satisfaction. She knew that she had broken yet another one of his inhibitions.

After he was done talking, he didn't know how long for, she had simply walked away, leaving him to wallow in self-pity and doubt. Is this what he really wanted? He struggled to reconcile that he had said all those things, that he could mean all those things. Since meeting with her, he felt nothing but contrition, unable to accept what he was becoming.

Now, he was in a familiar place. He barely even remembered what words he had spoken.

He was sitting prone at his desk, facing the bright light of his computer. If his mother saw the way he was positioned, she would have scolded him, told him off for damaging his back. Luckily, he didn't have to worry about his mum - there was no way she was still up at 2am. More than seven hours earlier, he had spoken words to Emma's phone that he knew would haunt him forever.

His finger hovered over his mouse like a vulture over a wounded animal, constantly clicking at the refresh button at the top. However, it seemed as though no wounded animals lay for him to feast on - if Emma was going to give him "content", it would've been hours ago. Nevertheless, he waited. She had promised him a reward, and Emma never broke her promises.

In this position, it was difficult not to reflect on the absurdity of it all. In just a few months, Emma had made him a creature of sexual envy; waiting to pleasure himself in front of a white screen, in the dead of night, to a video of his girlfriend having sex with another man.

Just before he went to sleep, dark thoughts of self-loathing swirling in his brain, Emma finally fulfilled his wishes. A video appeared in the google doc, just four minutes in length. Without hesitation he clicked it, his breathing already rugged with anticipation.

He couldn't tell whose bed they were on; it wasn't Emma's so perhaps Favorite was hosting their activities. Isaac couldn't decide what was worse - Emma being in his room with Favorite, or in Favorite's room with Favorite.

Emma was naked; her slim form was intoxicating; her fair skin curved across her things as if a Roman sculptor had carved her from the purest of marble. Her slender body perched atop Favorite's cock, her feet planted on either side of his body, as her groin slowly slid up and down an increasing familiar appendage. They'd clearly ben going at it for some time - Emma's angelic body was slick with sweat, her long dark hair matted to her chest. Her cheeks flushed a deep red as a stream of dark eyeliner crawled downwards across her face. Every movement seemed to make her mouth go wider, each thrust more pleasurable than the one before. Her eyes were glazed over, as if reality was made unimportant in the presence of Isaac's tormentor. Her pretty breasts heaved up and down with her motions, puffing prominently from her chest with each of her raggedy breaths.

There was something different about this video. Neither Emma nor Favorite were recording, however the phone obviously wasn't on a stand as it was moving - deliberately avoiding showing too much of Favorite. There was someone else in the room with them, filming them. While shocking, Isaac didn't give himself time to ponder this detail, as he began stroking himself to the strange reward unfolding before him. Something else was peculiar in this video; previously any video featuring Emma's penetration involved a condom, however no plastic barrier seemed to protect Emma's fornication this time.

They continued for several minutes, Emma's deep moans haunting his ears as her exquisite body railed itself against the unfathomable appendage beneath her. Her pace increased ever faster, each thrust earning her a grunt from stranger. Isaac couldn't decide whether it was better or worse that she was utterly disinterested in the camera; usually, it felt as if he were a part of it, that she was doing this for him. However, it was obvious that in this video he was merely a voyeur, an intruder lucky enough to witness the fornication of two gods. Nevertheless, this film was just as erotic as any other.

After a while of her frantic movements atop the monstrous appendage, Emma's eyes refocused on the camera, or whoever was behind it, and seemed to mouth something with a smirk whilst still pleasuring herself.

Now.

Suddenly, a voice penetrated the couple's moaning, Emma's pleading and **** and Favorite's deep with satisfaction. It was his voice. It was the recording. Isaac’s thoughts seemed to stutter as he tried to process what Emma had done.

"I - I - I want you to fuck my girlfriend."

Emma let out a scream as her motions atop Favorite became more frantic.

"I want you to pleasure her."

Favorite's groans were becoming more frequent now, as he neared climax. Emma’s mouth became a perfect circle as her squeals of delight grew louder, and her movements more determined. It was as if his words of encouragement were the catalyst for a snowball moving down a mountain, becoming greater in mass and speed as it neared the bottom.

"Please make her happy with your big cock." Isaac's voice was a shaky mess over the recording, tainted with disbelief at the words he was uttering.

Emma's hands moved towards her pert breasts as she began to manipulate them whilst still gyrating herself atop Favorite, her moans became shrill screams of ecstasy as the recording of Isaac continued to encourage Favorite's efforts.

"Please fuck her while she's on top, I like it when I can see her in control."

Isaac felt like vomiting, the symphony of his disturbing speech and Emma's pleasure at his expense dripped like molten wax from his headphones into his brain. How could she do this? How could I do this? Still, his hand stroked at his cock through the nausea, the humiliation of the scenario doing nothing to abate his true desires. As such, Isaac continued to stroke, frantically pleasuring himself whilst trying not to erupt before the video ran its course.

Isaac's recorded pleas continued, begging Favorite to fuck Emma as the couple's depravity became ever faster and less controlled. Finally, the recording ended with one last plea from Emma's boyfriend.

"I want you to cum inside of her."

Favorite let out one last grunt, deep and satisfied, as his cock spasmed underneath Emma's unhinged motions. Smiling at the camera, her cheeks a bright red with exhaustion, sweat streaming across her like melted dew in the morning, Isaac's girlfriend gently lifted herself off the softening monstrosity. Isaac's stroked ever faster as the camera slowly moved closer to his girlfriend's ravished cunt, white beads of semen hanging off of its cavern like stalactites. With that, the video ended Isaac experienced his own ashamed orgasm, eyes glued to the still frame of his beautiful girlfriend's efforts and brain unable to process how Emma had once again pushed things further than ever before.