Matt woke up on the couch, his hand still in the sticky mess in his pants. The wall clock said 9:04pm. He must have nodded off. The anticipation and the anger and the excitement had worn at him all week.
Matt pulled his sticky hand from his pants and shuffled toward the sink. Changing his mind, he made a more deliberate line to their bedroom and the shower.
Steam filled his nostrils. Wet heat coursed over his body. The shower rained loud and full over his head and ears. It couldn't drown out the gluck gluck sounds of Jared's cock sliding in and out of Jenna's mouth; couldn't burn away the sight of her brown crinkle stretching to swallow that obscene plug. His cock began to swell again. Matt turned the handle and cut off the flow of water, grabbed a towel, and stepped out into the cold to dry down.
Later, on the couch, the dregs of a third whiskey double tilting precariously in his fingers, Matt watched John McClain kill terrorists with terrible accents. He needed something loud and mindless to block out the noises, explode away the visions, and numb his imagination. The whiskey/movie cocktail was doing a pretty good job, he thought.
Then he woke up. 3am. What was that buzzing? Shaking the sleep away, he reached for his iPhone, sending it spinning onto the floor. Matt knelt down to pick it up and saw the screen alight, a text message waiting there. From Jared.
Matt slowly sat back on the floor against the couch. His hand shaking, he touched the notification with his index finger. The message contained a link. He tapped again. It was a basic, white web page. "Jenna's Slut Weekend" across the top in large black block letters. Beneath were a number of links under a header: "Pre-Game Show". The first link said, "Cute Face". Matt tapped again.
It looked like a smart phone video, portrait mode, Jenna's face filled the frame. She was wearing glasses, clear framed, round glasses. She didn't wear glasses. And her face was upside down. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair hung in pigtails. Slowly she opened her mouth and extended her tongue. Then two hairy legs stepped into frame. They squatted a bit as two large, wet testicles broke in from above followed by a swinging cock, likewise wet. Matt immediately knew what was coming.
Opened wide, Jenna's mouth received the fat cock head. It slowly snaked into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes widened then gently closed as nine inches of meat made her throat a cock-sleeve, invading until those wet nuts pressed over Jenna's nose and glasses. Then it slowly withdrew. Saliva dripped off the tip as it dragged back over Jenna's tongue. Jenna made a long, slow *nghmmmmmm sound. Her hand came into view slowly stroking up the thick shaft and guiding it back to her open mouth. Matt wondered who was holding the camera.
And then it began: about three minutes of relentless cock pounding. Cock sliding, slopping in and out of Jenna's mouth, those balls slapping against her nose and glasses. Once or twice Jared (that's who Matt assumed it was anyway) would pull out and slap the fat, wet cock back and forth across Jenna's cheeks. Then he would plunge it back in deep, his balls squishing over her face. Jenna alternated between moans, groans, gagging, and slick sucking sounds until, finally, the wet sac lifted from her face and the thick dick slid wet from her mouth. Jenna's head lolled panting back over what was obviously the edge of a bed.
"Finished, slut?" Jared said.
"Not until you are, sir..." Jenna replied with a gasp.
"Good girl!" his soft reply.
As Jared's cock dipped back into her open mouth, the video ended.
Matt was hard as rock and breathing hard too. The gym shorts he'd changed into were stretched tight over his dick. He fished his left hand into his shorts, took hold of his cock, and pressed another link: "Room with a View".
It was maybe ten seconds long. Just a view from inside looking out to a balcony. Jenna stood, arms on the rail, looking away from the camera into the night sky. It looked like she'd changed clothes. The slut theme hadn't changed. She'd just gone from porno cheerleader to porno schoolgirl. The glasses made sense now.
Her hair was up in two pigtails, blowing gently in the breeze. She was wearing a white dress shirt that appeared extremely short: short sleeves, collar, it came down her back maybe 8". Matt followed the line of her spine down to where her slim waist began to flair out to the curve of her hips, clad in a classic, plaid, schoolgirl skirt. As he might have expected, it was extremely short. From the small of her back it lay atop the fullness of her ass, barely hanging over the curve. Just below the hem, the crack of her brown, full cheeks revealed a twinkle, a blue gem buttplug pressing a sizable circle between them. She stood, legs together, just a hint of pussy peeking below her ass. The long curves of her legs swept down to the beautiful flex of her calves, slim ankles and a pair of cliche stripper heels, clear and tall.
Jenna turned her head to look over her shoulder, as if someone had spoken to her. She slowly turned around, sliding one hand along the rail, bringing the other back to the rail on the other side. Then, hands on the rail, Jenna began to slowly squat down onto her heels, keeping her knees close together.
Jenna made a playful pout with her lips. The dress shirt was really very short: its white flaps lay over the slopes of her breasts, stopping just atop her nipples; a dark blue tie lay over that, its tip dangling just over the hem into her cleavage. Matt guessed the skirt would have covered some of her pussy lip, but as she squatted, it flared up onto her thighs. In the shadows between, Matt thought he could see the silhouette of her folds. Then Jenna spread her thighs obscenely wide, her soft lips slowly opening as she did, the sparkle of the plug just barely visible beneath.
Jenna licked her lips and began to crawl towards the camera, her breasts swaying back and forth beneath her. Just as she reached the camera, the video ended.
Matt was hard as rock, pumping his cock slowly in his fist. He knew he should be angry; he was... But he was very, very aroused. There were about five more links. He tapped the one that said, "Catching Up".
The camera opened onto a big screen tv and porn. A filthy gangbang: some brunette slut with cocks in all her holes; sounds of moaning, slapping, pounding.
"Looking forward to that, slut?" Jared's voice.
"Mhmmmmm..." That must have been Jenna, Matt thought.
The camera slowly panned left and down a bit to a pair of feet visible over the top of a laptop. It looked like work email from their firm - Jared's account, slowly typing away. Matt could hear soft glucking sounds. The camera panned down across the laptop screen and keyboard and Jenna's dark hair came into view. Her head was slowly bobbing up and down in Jared's lap.
"I think you forgot something, slut."
With a wet *pop, Jared's fat cock head sprang into view and Matt heard Jenna's voice. "I'm very sorry, sir. I meant to say that yes, sir, I'm looking forward to hard cocks in all my holes, sir." Then his cock disappeared again and the slurping resumed.
The camera panned back up to the far wall and a long mirror reflecting the couch. Jared, naked, legs stretched out with his laptop next to him. Jenna's head rested on Jared's tight abs and bobbed slowly up and down in Jared's lap. His meat slid slowly in and out of her mouth over and over. She alternated to swirling her tongue around his cock head and sucking on the tip like a lollipop. Her left hand caressed his balls. Her eyes were closed and she was softly moaning.
She was curled up naked next to him on the couch: breasts laying below her left arm, knees pulled up under them, sexy bare feet and French tips resting on the cushion. Jared's left hand was behind her ass, which was slowly grinding away. Then Jared's arm rose up, his fist tight around the base of a thick dildo that must have been 12" long. Matt couldn't tell which hole it had been in but as it plopped out, Jenna groaned around the top of Jared's dick, "Oh glaaaaawdsh..." She didn't get much more out as Jared flopped the dildo cock onto the couch behind her feet and put his hand on the back of her head, pressing her down into a full deep throat over and over. Moaning and glucking away in his lap, Jenna's left hand slid down between her legs and started rubbing furiously. The video ended.
Matt was near to bursting and hornier than ever. He tapped another video entitled, "On Assignment" in which Jenna stood inside the door of a hotel room in a very short, tight black halter dress and a pair of high ankle strap black heels. The dress barely stretched to the tops of her thighs. Matt doubted there was a single stitch of anything underneath it.
A striking redhead stood next to her in identical dress: slightly fuller tits and ass, tiny waist, milky skin.
Jared's voice said, "Uniform check?"
Both girls reached down to the hems of their dresses and lifted the front. Bare...
"And???" he replied.
Jenna glanced at the other as they turned together, bent over and spread their cheeks. The short dresses rode up revealing shapely cheeks and two well used assholes. "Excellent!" Jared said as they turned again to face him.
"What's the goal again, sluts?"
Jenna held up three fingers. "Three, sir..." she said softly. Matt couldn't tell if she was sincerely happy or putting on a show.
"Or else..."
