Beth and her younger sister Sarah are dog sitting her boss, Mr. Stevens new puppy for the night, as he had a business meeting to attend that evening and wouldn't be home in time to let it out to eat or use the potty.
Mr. Stevens arrives home a little later than expected, but she was expecting him to as he sent her a text message a couple hours ago, stating the meeting would run over. Her sister's been asleep upstairs in the guest bedroom for awhile now. She didn't hear him walk in the house or even her phone going off with a new message from him.
She was watching a really hot movie and had gotten turned on. She couldn't play too much because she was on her period, but she could use her trusty pocket rocket. Thank God for tampons! She thought to herself. She had slipped it out of her purse and listened to it as it hummed in her hand as she turned it on. Wearing her flowy skirt she wore to work today, she was able to access her glorious clit easily. She laid her toy across her belly as she propped her bare feet upon the coffee table as another steamy part of the movie began.
Ever so slowly she spread her legs apart as she caressed her inner thighs with her hands, moving slowly up and down to her mound and back. As she continued caressing her thighs with one hand, she moved the other towards her clothed clit and slowly started rubbing it, first up and down, then in small circular motions.
She could feel herself become even more turned on. Her breathing was picking up, her pulse quickening as she reached for her toy, sliding her panties aside and placed it against her clit. She gasped a little as she felt it's vibration against her. She slipped her other hand down and gently pulled her hood back so the rocket could fully touch her clit. Biting her lip to keep from moaning out loud, she was almost there. Could feel her orgasm building and ready to explode.
Just then she felt something bump against the couch. Gasping and jumping to her feet, dropping her toy on the floor in the process, the carpet slightly muffling the vibrating sound more. She turned to see Mr. Stevens standing behind her. He'd come in through the garage. She couldn't believe she hadn't heard the beeping from the alarm alerting her that a door had been opened. Stammering an apology to him, he held up his hand halting her pitiful excuse of an apology. He looked at her as she gulped. Her heart racing faster than ever before, but not because of her excitement moments ago, but from her fear of getting caught just now.
She looked at her feet as he stood there, still staring at her with crossed arms. He finally says "I'm paying you to dog sit, not to get off in my living room while you're here."
She glances up at him, face red with shame she tells him "yes, Sir. I'm so very sorry. It wasn't my intentions to do this, it's really not like me to do so outside of my own bedroom, but I was watching a movie and I got a little, ya know and once again I apologize it will never happen again."
Hands in his pockets he looks at her "you're correct it won't ever happen again. I don't want to hear your lame excuse as to why you thought it a good idea to do that here, in my home with your sister here, who I presume is currently sleeping."
She simply says "yes, Sir" as she has no time to say anything else because he once again starts talking.
"I sent you a message over an hour ago now, saying I'd be home shortly and I got no response. I thought maybe you had fallen asleep, but no you were in my living room fucking yourself." She blanches at his words as he's never spoken like that before now.
"Mr. St...!" Halting her once again with his hand.
"I don't want to hear anything from you until I am done talking is that understood?" She simply nods her head looking at him. "I don't want to see your head nod, I want to hear that you understand." He tells her.
"Yes, Sir. I understand." She says.
"Good. Thank you. Now you say that it's not like you to do this outside of your bedroom, but you carry around a toy with you, that by the way is still vibrating on the floor, I might add." She bends down to pick it up, but before she can reach it he says "leave it, I didn't ask nor tell you to pick it up. Let it be a reminder as to what happened and why we are having such a conversation here in my living room."
Nodding her head she says "yes, Sir."
"Now back to what I was saying," he began. "You say you don't do things like this outside of your bedroom, but you're carrying a toy around with you. So, where do you do truly do things like this? At the office, I pay you to work at?" Once again halting her from saying anything with a raise of his hand, he continues "you've made it clear you obviously do, do this sort of thing by just having the toy with you. So why even begin to lie to me about it? So, as I was saying where do you do this? At work? While driving? While taking public transit? While out in a public place, such as a restaurant or mall bathroom? This is the last time I will ask you this and I want complete honesty, as you know I can tell when someone is lying. Is that understood?" He asks. She looks at him, her face still red with shame and embarrassment.
"Yes, Sir. I understand. I, umm..." she doesn't want to say where she has or hasn't done it, as it's a private matter, even though he caught her in his living room doing just that.
"I'm waiting." He says looking at her. All she does is shake her head.
"So you're telling me, that you won't say where you masturbate at, besides your bedroom?" He asks?
"No, Mr. Stevens, I won't." She says to him.
Mr. Stevens looks at her, thoughts running through his head. Should he be mad at her, amused, intrigued, aroused and so much more because he caught her masturbating in his home, his living room, where he relaxes in that exact same spot, even sometimes masturbates there as well? He walks around to the other side of the couch facing her.
"Look at me." He says to her. She glances up at him trying to keep his gaze, but fails miserably.
"Look...at...me, Beth." He says slowly but sternly.
"Please do tell, why you refuse to not tell me where you masturbate. Do you feel that it is too personal? Although, you were just caught here, with your legs spread wide open, with your clit being pleasured by a toy." He says to her, stepping closer.
Beth takes a step back, holding her breath out of fear he may hurt her, even though she's never seen him become violent. "I have to use the bathroom" she manages to say as she tries to walk past him.
He moves to block her way. "You can wait a few minutes, until you tell me where you masturbate, unless it's a very lengthy story" he tells her.
"Mr. Stevens, it kinda can't wait. I really have to go, now" she says grabbing her purse a little too quickly.
He looks at her, then down at her purse, then her again. "Oh, I see. So that's why you need to use the bathroom, is it Beth?"
She looks at him funny. "What do you mean by that?" She asks hastily.
He smirks at her, "what I mean by that is, I've been around long enough to know that when a woman takes her purse to the bathroom with her, she's most likely on her period, trying to make a phone call, or to make a run for it. Now with you, here right now, you're phone is on the side table, right over there." She glances to where he is pointing, then looks back at him. "So, you won't be making a phone call while in the bathroom as you would have grabbed it. Two, you wouldn't make a run for it because you know you wouldn't leave your sister here alone. So, that leaves me to believe you are on your period. Am I correct?"
She glares at him angrily. "Why yes, I am on my period are you happy now? Do you really have to know my personal business?" Getting mad now she takes a step towards him, getting in his face. "You want to watch me use the bathroom too?" She asks walking around him to the bathroom.
He grabs her arm gently, telling her quietly. "You really don't want to know the answer to that, but please excuse my bluntness. You know it's how I am, but not usually about things like this. Now if you're going to get blood all over my carpet, then by all means go use the bathroom, but hurry back as we have things to discuss and do. Winking as he releases her arm.
Groaning, she hurries to the bathroom and locks the door. Freezing in the process of handling her business. She thinks to herself, "what does he mean by 'things to do'?" Flushing and washing her hands she exists shortly after. She notices him standing in the same spot she left him. His tie was loosened and the top button undone. "He is a sexy looking man, even if he's older" she thought. She could feel her arousal awakening again. "God what is wrong with me? He's my boss who just caught me in his home, masturbating on his couch, while on my period none the less!" She whispers harshly to herself.
He notices her flushed cheeks and chuckles to himself as he moves to let her by. "Are you ready to finish our discussion? I'd really like to know where you think an acceptable place to masturbate outside of the bedroom is." He points to the couch. "Please sit." And sits down himself. He watches as she smoothes her skirt before sitting down across from him.
"Thank you." She tells him, then sighs. "I um..." She begins, falters and tries again looking at him. "You're right. I do find it too personal to discuss this with you. One being you're my boss, and two well just because it is something personal, but I can't really say much about it because I was in your home masturbating and you caught me and for that I do sincerely apologize."
He watched her as she spoke he knew she was being sincere, but he had a way for her to make it up to him. He's wanted her for a long time. He knew she was single, as she had a bad break up with her now ex. He wanted her in his bed, his arms, his lair. He wanted to see her body glisten with sweat, reden with marks from an implement of his choosing. Hear he moans, her begging to cum, for more. First he wanted to hear where all she masturbated outside of her home. "So, you'll tell me where all you masturbate then?"
"Yes, I will tell you. Not that I want to, but I will." She says.
"Ok then. I'm listening." He says, sitting back against the couch, crossing his ankle over his knee.
She sighs, exasperated. "You don't have to be so smug about it, Mr. Stevens."
He chuckles, saying "I'm far from being smug, dear Beth. I'm just intrigued by you and your shenanigans you decided to pull tonight in my home."
She laughs gently, "shenanigans huh? Ok then."
Smiling at her he says, "yes, shenanigans. You have a very beautiful laugh Beth. You should really laugh more often and I hope that you do."
Blushing slightly, she whispers "thank you."
