Priceless

Priceless

by Velvetglove

Part Seven

I’m no techno-whizz.

But after half and hour’s trial and error, I had learned to work the controls. I was able to set the monitor to display any of 12, 4 or 2 cameras at once, using the split-screen facility. And I could zoom, withdraw, pan and focus on a single shot in glorious widescreen.

I could also change volume, listen, speak and record.

And I could store, file, delete, download or broadcast straight to the net.

The company had installed a total of 36 cameras, hidden in the plaster walls, ceilings or carpeted floors of Gordon and Sally’s home. There were 18 microphones in all and a set of tiny speakers in every room.

“Testing.”

Gordon looked at the screen and put his thumb up.

“I hear you, Sir.”

His merry voice came through loud and clear. He and Sally were learning to sound happy and contented, whatever I asked them to do. While Gordon tried out the CCTV system with me, Sally was lying on her living room floor, legs above her head, fucking herself with a butternut squash.

“Try one of the mobile cameras close up.”

There were two hand-helds. Gordon knelt and pointed the lens at Sally’s squishing cunt from a few inches away.

I clicked the mouse, changed camera, and zoomed. The hand-held had its own microphone and I switched from the overhead.

The slurp-squish came though in stereo on my PC speakers.

“Okay. That’s fine.” I said into my built-in mike. “Listen to the rules.”

I told them how I saw it. From now on, they would be under my control 24/7 whilst at their home. My cell phone was linked up to my new PC dedicated to monitoring them, so I could keep an eye on them while I was out and about too.

I could record every room in their house and watch later. Motion sensors created ‘tracks’ in the recording, so I could fast forward from track to track, to check up on any movement.

I told them that the bathroom and lavatory were out of bounds without permission and they couldn’t eat, drink, watch TV, make calls, dress or undress, go to bed, without asking me first.

“What … I mean, but hey, how do we contact you ?” Sally laughed.

“I’ll contact you. When I have time. You make a list of your requests and you can put them to me each time I get in touch.”

“But …”

“Great. Sure.” Gordon interrupted. “Good idea, Sir.”

I chuckled. “Bye.”

I watched them for ten minutes afterwards. They stood around, uncertainly, glancing at the screens, shrugging, making hand gestures.

“I guess we can talk.” Gordon whispered.

“He didn’t say we couldn’t, right.” Sally replied.

They stood in their living room, then walked slowly through to the kitchen.

I switched camera, although they had no way of knowing that I had.

“Fuck.” Gordon said, slumping down at the table.

“Sssh.” Sally hushed him.

I got up and fetched myself a beer.

That was a Saturday in early February.

Jan arrived at 8.00 p.m. and I took her down to a romantic, neighbourhood bistro for supper. It was a new place, pricey, not that I didn’t have plenty of Gordon’s cash to splash on nice restaurants. We chatted and canoodled.

I slipped into the mens room after my main course and opened my cell.

After dialling and waiting, a murky picture appeared on screen.

“Hi.”

They were both still sat at the kitchen table in silence.

“Er … hi.” Gordon replied.

“You hungry ?”

“Yes please, Sir.”

“Okay. You can both eat. But just a dry salad for Sally. Undressed. Hah !.”

They nodded at the screen.

“Er … can we use the toilet, Sir ?” she asked.

“Pee or poop ?”

“Just pee.”

“Him ?”

“Pee too, please Sir.”

“No. You can both stay in the kitchen. Piss in each other’s dinner bowls.”

I could just make out their shocked expressions.

“Yes, sure, thank you S … Sir. Great.” Gordon stammered.

“I’ll be watching.”

I flipped my cell closed and unzipped myself to use the urinal.

“Hey. New PC.” Jan said. “Nice.”

I smiled, putting my arms around her.

“Expensive ?” she asked.

I kissed her. “Nope. It kind of fell into my lap.”

Her nipples were hard and her lips soft. I scooped her up and carried her into my bedroom. Sometimes I enjoy a bit of romantic vanilla.

At half past midnight, I sneaked out of bed and logged on.

“Okay. You can get to bed.” I said.

They both jerked their heads up from snoozing at the kitchen table.

“Thanks.”

“You can do your teeth and wash. Toilet ?”

“I need another pee.” Gordon replied.

“And you, Sal ? You like to shit at night, yeah ?”

She swallowed. I zoomed so her face filled my screen. “Mm … please.”

“Okay. Put me on a show. Don’t let your ass touch the seat. Squat over it, right ? I’ll watch it in the morning.”

I quickly opened up my email and fired off a one-liner to Leon.

Jan and I had sloppy sex again the next morning, made coffee and then she took a bath. I took a second cup and sat down by the PC.

I selected the ‘master bedroom’ icon. The name amused me.

I nearly flipped as loud grunts exploded out of my PC speakers. I was confronted by a scene of Leon fucking Sally in her bed. I clicked the mute button as fast as I could.

“What’s that ?” Jan called out to me from the bathroom.

“Nothing. Just some feedback.”

I found Gordon. He was lying on his back on the bed, under Sally. She had her thighs astride his head while Leon pounded her with DP strokes. Leon’s big black hands were holding her ankles up wide in the air.

I switched from the overhead to the side camera to check out the view.

Leon’s face was almost childlike in blissful enjoyment, eyes half closed, his white teeth clenched gently over his lower lip. Sally’s tits were jiggling to and fro like marshmallows on a plate. I could just make out Gordon’s mewling ‘mmff’ sounds from underneath Sally’s ass.

A typical Sunday morning scene in Gordon and Sally’s new life.

I watched Leon’s piston sliding rhythmically, disappearing and reappearing, deep into Sally’s sweet cunt. It looked like a black ladle stirring a pot of soup. Her own expression was that familiar blend of shame and excitement, with occasional winces as Leon found an extra millimetre of depth.

“What are you up to ?” Jan called out. She was lying in the bath.

I sighed. Leon’s back curved like a bow as he blew his wad.

I guess it was time to come clean to Jan.

I did the night shift on Sunday night and finished work at 8 a.m.

Sally met me outside Vittorio’s.

“Good weekend ?” I asked.

“Yeah … er, great.”

Her acting was getting better. I patted her ass and pushed her into the Café.

“I’ll see you at seven this evening. Get the bus to my place.”

I waved at Vittorio who was frying up bacon and sausage.

“Morning. Work her hard.” I told him. “Bye.”

By eight thirty, I’d arrived at Gordon’s offices. He worked in a small accountancy firm, about a hundred people in all, from partners to secretaries. Gordon came down to meet me in the lobby.

“Hi.” He said nervously. “Er, what can I do for you ?”

I smiled. “You got an office ?”

“Yes … this way.”

He had a small private office on the first floor. It was off an open plan room with about ten workstations. Only about half the places were occupied. A couple of guys were stood at a coffee dispenser.

“Morning.” I said to them.

“Good morning.”

One of them gave me a lingering, inquisitive look. He was perfect; early twenties, still acne-ridden, skinny, kind of rat-faced.

“Who’s he ?” I asked Gordon, as he shut the door.

“Er, him ? That’s Kevin. A trainee.”

“Kevin, hmm. He work for you ?”

“Sort of. On some projects, yes.”

“Good. I want Sally to seduce him. To have an affair with him.”

“But …” he forced himself to smile. His face was puce-coloured.

“Behind your back. I want your office to think you don’t know, so that your colleagues smirk at your naivety.”

“Please … how … I mean what if he doesn’t want to … he might have a girlfriend.”

“It’s Sally’s job to make him want to. You invite him round and she does the rest. She can pounce on him while you’re out of the room. Make it obvious she’ll do anything for him. Then give him her phone number. To be honest, I don’t give a shit how you both do it, but get it done.”

“How … do my colleagues find out ?”

“He’ll talk. But Sally can meet him here for lunch. They can be obvious. You just have to pretend not to notice. You’ve got one week from today to get him in bed with Sally or I go public with the evidence.”

“Please …” His voice was a desperate, trembling whisper. “Can’t you think of anything else …”

“No ! I want to see Sally sucking and fucking Kevin on my CCTV entertainment system within seven days or it’s over !”

He squeezed his features into a contorted expression of obedience.

“Yes, Sir. Understood.”

“Good lad.” I patted him on the shoulder. “Show me your wallet.”

He removed a leather billfold from his jacket pocket.

There were seven crisp £20 notes and one £10; a hundred and fifty quid.

I left him the tenner and lifted all the twenties out for myself.

“What do you say ?”

“Er … thank you, Sir.” He enthused. “For my ten pounds.”

I nodded, walking to the door. “You’re getting the hang of this, Gordon.”

I was horny when I got home but I resisted jerking off. I had a shower and went to bed. I wanted to save a good load for Sally.

She arrived at bang on seven, as instructed.

“Vittorio pay you ?”

I held out my hand and she put her cash into it.

“Get down on your knees.”

She knelt down in the hall, staring up at me. I grinned and opened my towelling robe. My dick was swollen with the need to piss.

She didn’t need to be told any more. She opened wide, even forcing a slight smile.

“Don’t spill any.”

I was kind, controlling the flow of frothing urine into a steady jet, studying her eyes as she concentrated on gulping it all down without any waste. A little trickle bubbled onto her chin that she wiped off and licked.

“You make a good toilet.” I said, tying my robe closed. “Get up.”

She followed me through to my bedroom.

“Er, Sir.”

“Yes ?”

“I … my period has started.”

“You’re on the rag ? Show me.”

She lifted her skirt and pulled her thong off. There was a blue string nestled in the puffy skin of her labia. I slapped her thighs wider apart.

“Hold still.”

I tugged the string, slowly pulling the tampon half-way out. It glistened red.

“Okay. Push it back in.” I said.

She was flushed with humiliation as she pressed it back in.

There was a red smear on my fingers. I held them up.

“Lick them clean.”

Her pink tongue slowly, hesitantly, appeared and lapped at my hand.

I chuckled.

Finger lickin’ good !

*** *** ***

Three months came and went.

February was her last period.

Winter turned to Spring and eventually the weather turned hot.

In March, Sally’s time of the month came and went. In April, she took a test. By early May, we knew for sure she was ten weeks pregnant.

The only thing we didn’t know was ‘who’.

No fucking idea.

Any one of about twenty five partners could be the dad. The only guy we could say for certain wasn’t the biological father was Gordon. I guess we’ll have to wait until November and we can look for genetic similarities. The chances are the child will be white but there’s about a 20% likelihood of black or oriental.

I went with Sally to the various medical appointments and check ups.

“Everything okay, nurse ?”

She was a dragon-type, mid-forties, red hair in a bun. She gave Sally a professional smile and eased her legs apart. “Let’s see shall we ?”

I watched her expression harden as she raised Sally’s skirt.

“Mmm …” she frowned.

I could detect the fishy scent from several yards away. I hadn’t allowed Sally to bathe for 72 hours. She was carrying the ripe, encrusted remains of several sexual encounters with various men. I was determined that she’d continue her healthy sex life well into her final trimester.

The nurse looked at me then at Sally.

“I assume you realise the importance of hygiene at all times, and especially during pregnancy.”

“Of course.” I replied, putting on my shocked husband voice. “Darling ?”

Sally had turned puce red, her eyes filling with tears. “I … I’m sorry.”

*** *** ***

Of course, the best development of all, was Jan’s acceptance of the situation. No, not acceptance. Her enthusiastic adoption of it.

When I got home that afternoon, she was on our bed eating a box of chocs, watching some 1930s black and white movie. Her naked legs were in a v, knees up and wide apart, while Gordon ever so carefully and reverently lapped his tongue between her thighs.

“Hi.” She said, unabashed. “All go well ?”

I pushed Sally into the room. “Yeah. Okay. The nurse had to scrub her cunt clean though.”

Jan smiled, her eyes rolling as her head fell back on the pillow.

“I prefer having mine cleaned by her husband’s tongue.”

I took Sally’s hair and guided her head down alongside Gordon’s.

“Get down there and watch him serving a real woman.”

Jan giggled. “Ooh, darling. You are perverting me.”

I slid down onto the bed next to her. She turned and tongue-kissed me.

I kissed her back. It was a Friday and her day off. That morning we’d told Gordon to ring his office pleading sickness, volunteering to work all Sunday instead. His middle-aged and overweight boss, Oscar, had happily agreed, since he had become another of Sally’s coterie of lovers. He’d undoubtedly be round Sunday for a little action.

“Mmm.” Jan’s eyes sparked. “You ?”

I pecked her nose. “No. Later. I want to watch you instead.”

She exhaled, parting her thighs wider. We both looked down at Gordon. He was studiously focused on her juicy snatch. His skin was smooth where he’d shaved and his nose, lips and chin glistened with her secretions.

I reached down and pushed the top of his head. He understood. So did Jan. She shifted her hips and he lowered his head so that he was tonguing between her anal cleft. I caught Jan’s shy glance.

“Relax, hon’.”

I’m happy to give Jan a little cunnilingus as foreplay but, to be honest, when it comes to oral, I’m more of a receiver, than giver. And as for analingus, I’d rather watch. I’m thrilled that Jan has gotten into it and I don’t feel remotely jealous seeing her like that with another guy.

I looked at Sally who was watching her husband with a strange, faraway look on her face. Usually it was her ‘being unfaithful’ and I guess it did her good occasionally to get an idea what Gordon must feel seeing her with others. We both watched his long tongue seeking out Jan’s guts and maybe Sally was even wishing he’d tried doing that to her ?

“Good ?”

Jan nodded. “Uh-huh.”

I lifted Sally’s hand and put it on Jan’s mound. “Play with her clit.”

Sally obediently spread her fingers and placed two in Jan’s bush. She started moving them up, down and around. It didn’t take my girlfriend long to respond to the tandem massage. She started bucking her hips.

“Mmm … yesssssss …” she hissed.

“Let it go, baby. It’s what they’re for.”

And Jan wailed like a banshee. I knew she was hooked.

*** *** ***

Next morning, I had a coffee and juice. Sally had slept at the foot of my bed while Gordon was locked in the wardrobe. I was hungover. The previous evening Jan and I had drunk a lot with our TV supper, while Gordon and Sally did a bunch of chores. My head hurt bad.

“Go find me some Alka-Seltzer.” I said, nudging Sally with my foot.

I could hear her rooting around in the cabinets. My guts churned.

“Found some ?” I called out irritably.

“No, Sir.”

I unlocked Gordon and pulled him out the wardrobe. “Go help her.”

I waited another minute while they both looked. I drained my coffee. Jan was still snoozing, head under her pillow.

“You useless fuckers.” I said, slamming the bathroom door.

I pushed them both out of the way and looked on the shelves. I found everything but any sort of hangover remedy. Shit !

I sat down on the toilet in front of them, throwing open my dressing gown.

“Sally, come here. Kneel between my feet.”

She obeyed. I looked at Gordon.

“You, come here. Kneel behind your wife.”

He looked at me, eyes squinting, but did as he was told.

“Hold up her tits.”

He reached underneath and pushed up her cleavage, his fingers like bra cups. Both of them were looking up at me nervously.

“Point my dick at them.”

Sally swallowed and took my helmet between her fingertips. She aimed.

It took a moment. We all stared at each other. Then I let rip.

The stinking, early morning flow jetted all over her tits, splashing upwards, then falling in a mini-fountain onto the tiled floor, forming a golden puddle. I sighed, enjoying the hidden anger behind Gordon’s eyes.

I had an overnight bladder. It took almost a minute to empty. The floor was soaking, piss running in the tile grout like an irrigation system.

“Kiss it clean.” I said to her coldly.

She bent her head, lips and tongue lapping and sucking.

I smiled at Gordon. “Thank me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” He said, teeth semi-gritted.

“For ?”

He blinked. “For … using Sally as a urinal, Sir.”

I laughed. “She’s lucky she’s pregnant. We now have to watch what she drinks.” I paused, meaningfully. “And eats.”

With perfect timing my guts rumbled and a hiss of air was audible.

“Mmm.” I sniffed appreciatively. “Lick my balls, Sall.”

I could tell Gordon was having difficulty controlling himself. He was still clutching her soaked tits, or he might have swung a punch at me. Sally’s tongue snaked out, caressing my sweaty, hairy scrotum.

“Now, now, Gordon.” I said. “Remember what could happen.”

His shoulders slumped slightly.

This time it was louder. A big, gut-wrenching trumpet.

At that moment the bathroom door opened. Jan appeared. She took in the scene, froze, then grinned.

“Are these what all the noisy fuss was about ?” She held out a pack of Alka-Seltzer. “They were in the bedside drawer.”

I nodded. It was all happening at once.

I smiled at her, then beamed at Gordon, and Sally. My ass opened.

Plop plop, fizz fizz, oh what a relief it is !

End of Part Seven