Rachel ran to her room and slammed the door behind her. None of this could be real. The woman in the mirror, the dressing room with Beth. None of it. She tossed the towel on the floor and slid on an oversized faded t-shirt before she jumped into bed. In less than a day, she'd jerked off her boss and kissed a girl in a dressing room. Before this, the most sexual thing she'd done was let her boyfriend touch her tits over her shirt.
Why am I saying tits all of a sudden? It sounds dirty.
She stopped, not wanting Ms. Morgan to come out. They had an agreement; Rachel would have to stop thinking about sex being dirty. She hadn't even had a proper orgasm, according to Ms. Morgan. It wasn't for a lack of trying. She masturbated frequently, but it wasn't anything special. Maybe she was doing it wrong. Not sure how she could mess it up, Rachel pulled the bed sheets away and ran her hand between her legs, playing with the large patch of red hair. Most of that would be gone tomorrow, Rachel thought, as she slid her t-shirt up and spread her legs.
This is how she did it. In bed, lights off, thinking what it would be like to be next to Mr. Morgan. She rubbed her pussy, willing it to get wet. Mr. Morgan's pe...cock. His cock was so big. The feeling of it in hand filled her mind as she slid a finger over her pink lips. A jolt ran through her as she slid the tip of her finger in. This felt better than normal. She pushed her finger in further and winced. She wanted this to work, but this was usually as far as she made it. One finger until she got bored. Mr. Morgan made her so wet. That is the feeling she wanted.
Rachel got out of bed, tiptoed to her door, and opened it. The TV was still on in the living room, so she hoped Jonathon was in front of it. Pulling her shirt down to her mid thighs, she did a ridiculous tiptoe shuffle between a walk and a jog until she dipped into her parents' bedroom. With one last look down the hall, she pulled the door closed and crept around the bed to her mother's nightstand. This was not something she could explain if someone caught her; at least, not with a lot of embarrassment and punishment. After their dad caught Jonathon watching a porn video years ago, he put blocks on her phone, but she was too far into this to stop and think of the consequences.
Rachel opened the bottom drawer and grabbed the plain wooden box out. Tonight was the second time she'd opened it. She'd pulled a muscle swimming at her pool party a few weeks ago, and remembered her mother slept with a heating pad sometimes. After a search of the bathroom didn't yield any results, she moved to the nightstands and found the box; it was too tempting to ignore. She regretted opening it; she didn't know why her mom had a large rubber life like cock by her bed.
The clicking sound of the latch made her jump. It was so loud or, at least, it seemed so loud in the quiet room. Swallowing back her fear, she pulled the thick plastic cock out. It was big like Mr. Morgan's. Thick. The veins felt real on her fingertips and the swollen head looked as real as his just before he came on her. There was lube, but Rachel was paranoid about using it. She didn't know how much to use and figured it was messy, but she knew the cock was too big to just shove inside of her.
After making sure the door was closed, Rachel remembered Emily's conversation and wondered if she was sucking a cock right now. She could try to be like Emily, couldn't she? Rachel held the fat toy and kissed the tip. The rubber tasted strange, but the smoothness of the tip sent a shiver through her body. The smooth texture and the thickness had her mind swirling. Still hesitant, she licked it and put part of the tip in her mouth. Her nipples hardened and her pussy responded as she slid more of the dildo between her lips. A soft moan escaped as she sucked it. She couldn't fit in all in her mouth, but she liked how it stretched her lips and the idea of doing this for real made her wetter. This was finally working; she was horny and wet, and she was doing it without Ms. Morgan. With a new idea, she ran into the master bathroom and flipped on the light. Her nipples were rocks and rubbed against the thin t-shirt. The cock was so big in her hand and she rubbed it, pretending Mr. Morgan was with her.
"Do you want me to use my mouth, sir? I'll suck your big cock." She watched herself in the mirror as she slid the dildo back between her lips and ran her fingers over her slick pussy. It was so wet now. Images of Mr. Morgan and Beth filled her mind as she pushed more of the toy into her mouth. Sliding it in and out, she slipped a finger inside of her pussy and, for the first time, it didn't hurt. It was like when Mr. Morgan did it. The cock looked so big in her mouth. She wanted to suck a real one so bad now. She wondered if cumming in her mouth was something men liked. The idea made her wetter as she slid the cock in and out, fucking her mouth. She popped it out and ran her tongue over the dick, now covered in her saliva.
"I want to fuck you so bad, Mr. Morgan. Do you want me? You can have me, but don't tell Ms. Laci." She giggled at her image and moved to the toilet. The dildo was lubricated from her mouth, so she spread her legs and ran the thick cock head over her wet pussy. She wanted it. Wanted all of it. Her legs shook as the tip parted her wet folds. She cinched up and pushed in more. It was happening. It was finally...
"Rachel? Where the fuck are you? Are you in mom's room?
She jumped, tossed the dildo in the wastebasket by the toilet, and quickly lifted the lid and sat. "I'm getting girl products. Stop being so nosey."
"Calm down, I couldn't find you and got worried. Better not make a mess in there; mom will be pissed."
Rachel shook she was so mad. "Whatever. Go to bed and leave me alone."
He yelled from the hallway and she hoped he didn't notice the empty box on the bed. Not that he'd know what was in it, but still. She sat the dildo on the counter and the suction cup stuck on the marble top. The mood was gone, but a new idea sprang into her mind.
#
Lawrence couldn't have known that shortly before he arrived, Mandy locked herself out of her cabin and her husband wouldn't be back until the next morning with the key. She could have called the front desk, but she left her phone in the room and didn't feel like walking back down the hill. She crashed with Laci and Lawrence instead. When he walked in and saw his panty clad wife passed out on the sofa, he couldn't have thought his sister-in-law was changing in the bedroom. Now, he had videos open on his laptop of three different women he'd cheated on his wife with, and his hand gripping his rock hard cock.
"I know this looks bad, but hear me out." Lawrence held his cock with one hand while he lowered the laptop with his other. Mandy grabbed it before he closed it.
"What the fuck, Lawrence. Is that Laci on your computer? And the redhead is that girl you hired. What is she, 19 years old?"
"18, but that's not important. Please, let's talk and figure this out."
"Maybe you could start with letting go of your dick."
Lawrence moved his hand and finally noticed Mandy was in a t-shirt and a pair of Laci's panties. The tight shirt hugged her tits and the black satin panties clung to her curves. His cock was still hard.
"I know you're pissed, but Laci can't know about this. It will destroy her."
Mandy laughed. "Destroy her?" She stomped over to the computer and opened it again. "She knows about these two," pointing to Abby and the woman from his affair a few years ago. "Now, the teenager will really piss her off. She thought you had enough self control to not fuck her."
Lawrence still hadn't covered himself, and Mandy kept sneaking glances at his cock. "Wait, what? She knows?" he asked.
"Yeah, she knows. I'm a private fucking detective and Laci is smarter than you. Of course we know." She tossed his laptop on the couch and stomped across the room to grab an open pack of cigarettes. Her tits bounced under the tight shirt and her resemblance to Laci wasn't helping his hard-on go away.
"How long?"
"Long enough. You and Abby are done this week, and you and Laci are done if she finds out about the secretary. I can't fucking believe you, Lawrence."
"Please lower your voice. Laci can't wake up and hear this." Lawrence stood, and his cock was still at attention.
"Don't worry about that. She got plastered while we discussed your latest mistake and then she took a few more shots because she wondered why her husband wasn't happy with what he has at home. Unbelievable."
Lawrence's mind raced, and he still couldn't take his eyes off Mandy's body. "Listen, Laci and I can't get a divorce. Chicago would step in. Secrets come out in divorces; we'd never live through one. Please, Mandy."
She shook her head and ashed her cigarette. With her arms crossed under her chest, she risked another glance at his cock. "I can't believe you got her involved in that. All of this is your fault. All of it." She turned around and her ass jiggled under the tight panties. He had a wild card, and if it didn't work, he'd be dead or Laci would file paperwork in the morning.
"Look, no more girls after this. Abby will get tired of me; she's young. I'll let Rachel down easy, but I'll need time. If her dad finds out, he'll kill me. I promise. No more affairs."
