Sunday
After a night of slow, gentle sex and then a long dreamless sleep, Rachel woke me up sucking my dick. When I was done, she reminded me that I needed to set up the cameras and, to quote her, "get the fuck out of here." So with her help, I did. We set things up for where she thought they'd go, arranging sight line so she understood what the camera was going to be viewing and what the microphone would pick up. I was using videoconferencing software, so not only could we record what happened, I could also watch it live should I have nothing better to do. She wanted to edit it into a shorter little sex tape later.
"What should I wear?" she asked.
"As little as possible," I told her.
She peeled off my pajama top that she was still wearing, heading for the bathroom to shower.
"I'll see you afterwards," she said.
I collected my stuff and headed out. To make sure Billy knew I was out, I took the car and headed over to the local mall, finding a space on the top parking level all by myself. I plugged in an ear bud, pulled up the conference on my phone and started to watch.
Rachel was pottering around my place in one of my T-shirts. Her legs were bare, and she'd dried her hair, leaving it loose. She sat down and flipped through one of my magazines.
I heard a knock at the door, and she looked up, dropping the magazine back on the table. She disappeared from shot.
I could hear the door close, and she came back, leading Billy. He was dressed up, having probably come straight from church.
"I don't have that long," he said, "it took me a while to get over here."
I was surprised to see her go straight to kissing him, her arms around his shoulders. He put his hands on her sides, sliding them up towards her tits. She didn't do anything to stop him, and he ended up rubbing her sides through the shirt - she was pressed up against him denying access to her tits.
"Sit."
She pointed out where, and he sat down on the sofa, looking at her.
She twirled around a couple of times, lifting the hem of the shirt, teasing him.
She came over and kicked his feet apart, then turned and backed her ass onto his lap, wriggling and rubbing her ass all over him. She looked up at the camera a couple of times and licked her lips.
"This isn't a club," she said, "you can touch me."
His hands went to her hips, following her movements. As she ground against him, they moved higher, up under her shirt. It didn't take long for her to lean back against him, his hands moving on her tits under the shirt.
His hands came down and started lifting the shirt. She leaned forward a little, then helped him get it off over her head, casting it away onto the floor. I could now see she was wearing a tiny little thong.
She stood up and turned around. She moved his legs together and straddled him, sitting with her tits in his face. He was sucking and kissing them, hands squeezing and pinching and pulling, and she put her arms up and behind her head. She was still grinding her pussy against his crotch.
My phone beeped and a notification of a text message from Sandy came up. Irritated, I swiped it away and went back to the video.
She settled down lower on his lap, dislodging his mouth from her chest and started kissing him. Her hands went either side of his head. As they kissed, his hands went from her tits down her sides and to her ass.
After a short while of kissing, she slid herself backwards, her legs coming out from underneath her. She ended up on her knees, on the floor in front of his legs. She put her hands on his knees, moving them apart, and shuffled herself between them.
Her hands went to his belt, and he scrambled to get his pants undone, struggling to pull them down. She pulled on his underwear and he slipped that down, lifting himself off the sofa to get them and his pants below his ass.
While he was struggling with his underwear, she'd taken his hard dick in her hand and started stroking it.
As he sat down again, she shuffled all the way forward and put her mouth on it. She proceeded to slide her mouth up and down, and after a few seconds, he lifted his ass up off the sofa again, groaning loudly.
Rachel wasn't expecting him to cum so fast, and she started coughing his cum over his lap as she pulled her head off him.
"Jesus," she said, wiping her face.
"Fuck," he said, "it's all over my pants."
She got up, went and grabbed a paper towel and knelt down in front of him again, smearing it across his thighs and pants.
"I think that's as good as it's going to get," she said, getting back to her feet.
She went and threw the towel in the trash.
When she came back over to the couch, he reached out towards her waist.
"uh uh," she said, "you're in a hurry. Maybe next time."
"There'll be a next time?" He was pulling his pants up.
"We'll see."
When he'd zipped up, she walked him towards the door.
When she came back into the living room, she went to the camera, blew me a kiss and turned it off. I started the car and headed home. I figured she'd be finishing herself off, and was hoping to catch that.
At home, Rachel had already showered again, and was all dressed and ready to go.
"I've gotta run," she said, "let me know how that all goes down."
I walked her to her car, waved her off then came back inside. Then I remembered Sandy's text.
[I went to Bob's, in my Sunday outfit. He was in a hurry, so he just had me kneel down and suck him off]
I did check the camera, but Rachel had taken the memory card with her.
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Monday
I rolled into the office roughly on time. Everybody seemed to be in a good mood after the team dinner on Friday. Except Sandy. She had a face like thunder. I settled down at my desk.
"Can I have a fucking word with you?" Sandy demanded, going red in the face.
"Uh, sure," I said.
I got up and followed her into her office.
"How fucking dare you!" she snapped as soon as I'd closed the door.
"What?"
"You had Rachel fuck Billy."
"No I didn't - you've met Rachel, she's her own person. And it's not like there's anything I could do to get Billy to drive to meet her, is there?"
"This is still your fault!"
"How?"
"They met through you!"
"And you... the team meal was your idea, remember, and I needed a plus one. Besides, how many guys are you sucking and fucking these days?"
"That's not the point," she said, "I don't want to do that. You're making me."
"You being..." I trailed off.
"You and Bob."
"And Billy," I said. "He's happy with you getting fucked by other guys, remember."
"Just don't let it happen again," she snapped.
"I think that's out of my hands," I said. "It's not like I put his dick in her mouth, is it?"
She glared at me.
"I don't appreciate your tone," I told her.
She looked down.
"Pull your skirt up."
"I thought we weren't doing this in the office."
"I thought we weren't doing this in the office, sir."
"I thought we weren't doing this in the office, sir."
"I thought we weren't shouting at me any more. Pull your skirt up."
She looked around behind me, at the office. She moved around behind her desk and pulled her skirt up. She was wearing a thong.
"OK, I said, take that off."
She let go of her skirt and reached up underneath it, pulling the thong down and stepping out of it.
"Skirt," I said.
She pulled her skirt up again.
I glanced at the mug she had on her desk, full of pens. There was a marker in it, and I reached over and grabbed it. I walked around the desk as she backed away from me a little.
