It was around 1am when Jenny got home from a night on the town with her friends. Lately, she had been going out with them several times a week--more and more frequently by the week it seemed. We had been dating for over seven years and she had moved into my apartment about four years before. The only thing we lacked was the marriage certificate.
She had just graduated from college with a degree in business and was working at a local firm doing marketing work. She had grown up in this small town and if she didn't know someone in it, her family did. That was how she got her job, family connections. As with all southern towns, this one was just as sleepy with a very well-nourished "grape-vine." Everyone went to church. Some for the right reasons, most to help their image which translated to people doing business with them.
I was a car salesman over in the next county. I too went to college but couldn't settle on anything I really enjoyed. So I decided to sell cars. During my college career, I was involved in a fraternity. I had made a lot of connections during my time in the fraternity and made sure to keep them close.
I was sitting in my favorite recliner, watching television, quickly falling asleep.
"Hey baby," she said walking over to me, leaning forward to kiss me gently on the forehead, "I believe it is time for you to go to bed."
Though she and I had been dating for as long as we had, there was something about her that still drove me crazy. The only light in the room was from the television, but that was all I needed to be able to see how beautiful she was.
Jenny has straight, shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes. She is 25 years old, stands at around 5'6, and weighs around 165. She is terribly self-conscious of her weight. Her arms, legs, and ass are a little chunkier than she would have liked, but I liked them just fine. Her breasts were 34B, another point of contention for her. She made a big deal out of the fact that she had too much "meat," as she would say, in the legs and ass, but her breasts were small--definitely backwards of the way she would have liked it. She definitely had a "ghetto ass." When she wore blue jeans, her thighs and ass looked great.
But again no matter what she thought of her body, I thought very differently. After she awoke me from my little snooze with a kiss to my forehead, she moved back to the bedroom to change. I rounded the corner just in time to see her take off her white, button down blouse and toss it on the bed, leaving her in a white, full-cupped bra, and black dress pants. The black pants hugged her ass and legs, making my hard-on grow even harder.
One of the things I really enjoy is to video tape Jenny and I having sex, and then a few days later watch it. I definitely get my rocks off watching her perform on camera without her having any clue that she was on video--I'm just fucked up that way I guess. Our bedroom, the living room, and the bathroom all have video cameras hidden in various places--complete with sound, and planning to put cameras in the other rooms! All I had to do was go over to the computer in my bedroom, set the timer for when I wanted them to begin recording, or I could simply start the recording immediately if I chose, and I also had a feature that allowed them to be activated by motion. If I knew one of Jenny's friends was going to be over at the apartment that day, I would make damn sure the motion sensor was activated. I had bought and installed the video equipped two years before. Of course when I say "video tape," I don't actually mean video tape--everything is recorded onto the computer and then I can determine what to burn to a DVD for further use! I had a program on the computer that allows me to "cut and splice" the videos anyway I like. I was proud of my handiwork and it had come in great use on several occasions.
One such occasion was when Jenny's good friend Cassie came for a visit. She spent two nights with us. There is only one bathroom in the apartment.
Cassie is 24 years old, around 5'6, 125 pounds, black shoulder length hair that she liked to wear up a lot, and I would guess her tits to be in the 32C range.
She keeps her pussy very well-groomed, though not totally shaven. She also likes to frig herself in the shower—which I found to be very interesting.
But I digress. The computer in our bedroom is just to the left of the bedroom door. Our bed was immediately across the room from the door, and the bathroom door was just to the right of that. After Jenny had taken off her blouse, she immediately entered the bathroom and closed the door. I quickly clicked the computer mouse waking the machine from its slumber and hurriedly opened the program that controlled the cameras. I turned them on for both the bathroom and bedroom.
The cameras came on and immediately I was watching my girlfriend sitting on the pot taking a piss, with her black pants, and black thong panties pushed to her knees. The camera I was using (there were others in the bathroom) was positioned just below the small window which was directly across from the commode--this resulted in the angle of the camera shot to be around a 45 degrees. The window was smaller than an average window and higher up than usual. I had put an old football picture below the window around the time I put in the cameras--a great cover. If the person on the commode was sitting upright (as opposed to slumped over for some fucked up reason), and if the top she was wearing showed any cleavage at all, I could usually get a pretty good view!
For the most part, Jenny is a modest person. She isn't a big partier and I have never, ever gotten her to agree to a threesome or any other act that would involve other people. In fact she usually gets pissed when I bring it up, so I don't usually. But she does understand that I have fantasies, so there are some that she does participate in. One such fantasy is that I have full control over her. If I tell her to do something that isn't way over the line, then she does it. For instance if I were to tell her to jump off our third story apartment deck, of course she wouldn't do that. But if she's cooking or watching television or anything else that isn't life-threatening, and I tell her to strip and suck my dick, she does. I used to really like fucking her in the ass. Don't get me wrong, I still like it, but since she's started to like it more, it has lost its luster a little! So that was one of my little fantasies--but not so much anymore. Another fantasy that she goes along with is telling me stories while we fuck. She doesn't do this all the time, but I do enjoy hearing her telling a story that she HATES to think about--like fucking her best friend and liking it. She has had to tell me a whole lot of stories that she thinks up without any help from me--and I do a good job of making it known when she's thought of a good one!
I watched Jenny pull up her panties and pants after flushing. She washed her hands and then opened the bathroom door. She took one step into the bedroom before she noticed me standing at the foot of the bed.
"Did you have fun tonight?" I asked.
"Yes, we stayed out a little later than I thought we were going to though," she said tiredly.
"Yeah, I noticed," I said stripping my blue jeans off, "drop your pants and panties to your ankles and lean over the bed."
She didn't say a word. The button on her pants was on her left side as was the zipper--she quickly took care of both of them before "shimming" the black pants down her thighs before they fell to the floor--she was dressed in nothing but a bra and black thongs.
She quickly slid the thongs down, dropping them on top of her black pants which were now bunched up around her ankles. Her pussy was completely shaven. Her lips were small and didn't puff up very much even when aroused. But they did open up when aroused, much like a flower. In a standing position (legs together), you can just barely see the top of her slit before it disappears between her legs. Even when she's standing in a normal position, just a little of her slit is visible.
"Remain standing for a minute," I said as I looked at her naked ass and legs from behind. I knew she was self-conscious of both of those areas more than any others on her body. Her ass wasn't large but it was definitely overweight. She didn't have the hourglass shape women try to accomplish--she had more of a pear shape to her. She had simply studied too much in college and didn't work out enough. Her thighs were much the same. According to her, if your thighs touch they are too large. They definitely touched, but it wasn't like she had fat rolls or anything like that--a couple of months of working out would have her back down to a normal body weight.
On top of the whole "touching" problem, she had a slight problem with cellulite. When standing straight up, she had areas on both thighs and ass cheeks that were slightly "dimpled" if you want to call it that. If you were to ask me, it really isn't that bad, but according to her it was horrible. Then there is the issue with her calf muscles. They too are wider than "Hollywoodperfect." But again I liked them. However, it doesn't matter how much I liked something on her body, if SHE doesn't think it's up to par, then there was nothing I was going to be able to do or say to change that. So when I stand her upright and simply stare at her naked backside, she hates it!
"Joe, you know I don't like you looking at me like that," she protested after only a couple of seconds.
"Okay, then I'll stop. But you will ask me to whip you for being out all night without calling home to let me know you were okay or you can ask me to please stare at your beautiful butt and legs. And you will ask me to let you move over to the full length mirror so you can look for yourself," I replied smugly. I knew full-well that she didn't want to do either one.
"Joe, that's not fair!" She again protested, "I was out with four friends. We didn't have any problems."
"And I am really happy that you didn't! But the point remains that you weren't considerate enough to just call and let me know you were okay and that you would be home late!" I replied immediately, "So what's it going to be?"
"You are not going to whip me Joe! I'm not a little girl and you're not my daddy!" she replied now pissed off.
"Is that right?" I responded now getting a little angry, "Then not only are you going to go ahead and finished taking off your pants and panties, you are also going to take off your bra, move over in front of that mirror, bend over and ask me to whip you for back talking me! Then you are going to apologize!"
"Alright, Joe, I'm sorry. I apologize for not calling and I'm sorry for not asking to look at myself in the mirror," she said backing down.
"It's too late Jenny. If I let you get away with this shit this time, you'll be more likely to do it again."
She dropped her head as she stepped out of her pants and panties, knowing that she wasn't going to win the argument. She reached behind her to unhook the bra allowing it to slide down her arms and to the floor, baring her to me completely for the first time tonight. As I said earlier, she had size 34B tits. When she isn't aroused, it's almost as if she doesn't have nipples, just two cone-shaped, seemingly tanned areoles. She doesn't have much of a tan, though she isn't snow white. When aroused it's like she has no areoles at all—just two eraser like nipples.
She walked slowly over to the mirror. It was a see through mirror. Though it was against a wall, on the other side of it I had a camera that would be recording everything!
She stood facing the mirror for a second, giving herself a once-over. She had a 'pouty,' "I know I'm in trouble" look on her face, much like a little girl would have before getting a spanking. She turned around with her back to the mirror. Knowing what I wanted, she turned her body slightly to allow her to look at her naked back, ass, and legs.
"Grab your ankles," I ordered picking up my 1 1/2 inch leather belt. I watched in the mirror as the muscles in her ass and legs tightened as she bent forward to do as she was told--the cellulite totally disappearing.
"I want you to pull your ass cheeks apart as far as they'll go so I can see your asshole and pussy," I continued. She did as she was told without hesitation, "Look in the mirror."
She turned her head to watch as I placed my hand on top of her ass and slowly stroked downward, squeezing her ass along the way.
