My life was going smoothly, and I had nothing to complain about. Everything was routine, nothing was disturbing the ordinary flow of things. That is, until my neighbor Anna walked in on me. She caught me looking at something on the computer that I'm not supposed to. My girlfriend Karen has a huge issue with pornography, and Anna knows it very well. That will teach me to lock the door when I'm jacking off to online boobs and butts!
Most people would immediately turn away and leave, at least somewhat embarrassed, upon finding someone masturbating, but not Anna. She was standing there smiling as she cleared her throat, letting me know she was there. I have no idea how long she was watching, it could have been anytime after the last time I got up to get another beer -- maybe 10 minutes ago.
I heard a noise behind me, and I put away my cock as fast as I could while pulling my shirt over my crotch in a pathetic attempt to hide it, plus trying to close the video window of a lesbian orgy. That sure didn't work, it kept playing. Loudly. My face must have looked like the proverbial 'deer in the headlights' look, mixed with the 'caught with the my hand in the cookie jar' expression. Anna just laughed at me. "Damn Mark, you should really see the look on your face right now. You look just like a teenager scared that mommy will find your girly magazines."
Trying to stammer out some lame excuse, I said "What the hell Anna, don't you ever knock? It's not what it looks like, I didn't get on here to find porn, it just happened and I went with it. I just ...."
She interrupted with "Shut it buddy, I'm not an idiot. I know you have an itch that needs to be scratched. And I know what a prude Karen can be."
With a weird look on her face, she started walking slowly towards me. "Mario is never home, and when he is, we fight. Good sex is almost impossible to find, and even mediocre sex can be hard to find. My boyfriend is just like your girlfriend. It's almost like they don't like sex."
As she reached me, she turned my chair so I faced the lesbian video that turned me on so much. She put her hands on my shoulders. As she moved forward, I could feel her breasts on the back of my head. "I don't look online for porn, it's not something that turns me on. I prefer regular DVD videos I can watch on the TV that's five times the size of that puny computer monitor. Besides, Mario would know if I looked for stuff online. Besides, I prefer live action rather than video."
After a minute of silence while that comment digested, she leaned forward and restarted the video. It was a long reach, but she turned sideways to reach it over me, which put both C-cup breasts on the side of my face. With her touch, I was starting to get hard again without even watching the video. Her boobs were a lot softer than I had thought they were, and now they were all I could think about.
"Mark, we have an issue now. I, ummm..." Anna hesitated, then started over. "Mark I have a proposition for you. This situation can get ugly quickly, so we need to come to an agreement."
A bit worried, I said "What are you talking about Anna?" and tried to turn around, but only ended up with a nipple in my eye. She pushed me back to the screen, standing behind me and hugging my head to her chest, which immediately drove out of my head all thoughts that did not involve being smothered in her breasts. I'm not really attracted to her, but I love staring at her boobs whenever I get the chance. As far as I know, she has never shown any interest in me. And now she's rubbing those awesome breasts on me!
"Look, I caught you beating your meat to a porn video. I know Karen does not like nudity in general, doesn't have much interest for sex, and especially does not like it when you want any kind of stimulation that doesn't come from her."
I just nodded my head. That chubby that had been building in my dick was ancient history. Talking about my almost non-existent sex life was always a downer. What in the hell was Anna driving at?
Seeming to read my mind, she got down to it. "You and I have sex drives, and our partners don't really have one. Here's my deal: I am going to tell Karen about your porn unless you do just as I tell you. You are going to help me out, and as long as you do as I say, I can help you."
Kind of confused still, I said "But what do you have in mind? What kind of slave am I going to be?"
Anna replied "Hey, calm down, I'm making this up as I go along. I didn't plan this whole situation." She waved her hands at the computer and my currently limp dick.
"Here's how it's going to go, Mr. Questions. You are going to start by locking the door this time, and close the blinds. Your beer is warm, so go get two new ones from the kitchen. Don't just sit there like a lump, get to it!"
I was starting to form an idea in my head, but I went to do it anyway. Getting back quickly, I saw that she had taken the liberty of loosening up a bit. Her button-down shirt had been fastened up to just below her neck, but now there were a few buttons undone so I could see her freckled chest and more than a tiny hint of cleavage. It was a bit loose, so when she went to move my chair away from the computer desk, the shirt opened up a tiny bit and I saw a hint of a black bra.
"Sit" she ordered, pointing at the chair. Playing along, I sat.
She walked up to me, stopping just in front of my feet. Bending at the waist, she put her hands on my knees and stared me in the eyes. Knowing it was coming, my eyes couldn't help but to fall to her chest, looking down her shirt as it opened up to me. A hell of a view in a the blink of an eye, one that I told myself I would remember forever. I only looked for half a second, but she caught me.
"I saw that you perv. Look me in the eyes, the ones on my face, and maybe you can look down later. Here's what you are going to do now: you will go back to the computer, and you will watch that video again. You will take your shirt off, and you will pull your sweats down a little, and you will jack off like you were before. And I will be watching you the whole time. I reserve the right to make orders as we go. Got all that?"
My eyes bugged and my jaw slack at these commands, I was still processing what I was just ordered to do. My cock responded right away saying this was a great idea, but my mind said it was a bad idea.
Starting to object, all I got out was "But Anna, I don't think that ..."
"I said be quiet! Damn, don't you listen? If you don't do this, I will tell Karen all about finding you. You could try to tell her what's happening, but she will never believe you. This is out of character for me, but it is not for you. She will think you are trying to shift the attention off of what you did. Trust me, this is good for both of us. You get porn, you get to get off, and I get my real-life porn, and I will get off. Now stop talking and get to stroking!"
We just stared at each other, the realization sinking in to my head. She meant it. Could I rationalize it that this was just as bad, but not worse than, the porn. And she was right, Karen would never believe me. Her friend, our neighbor, was just civil to me. This wouldn't fly. I guess it wouldn't hurt. Just once, right? Then this will be over. I didn't want to, it felt bad. Like the 'not good' type of dirty.