While My Boyfriend Watches

by

Lexi Arabella

Copyright 2014 by Lexi Arabella

This work of fiction contains graphic
sexual content and is for mature audiences only. It is intended
only for those eighteen years of age or older.
All sexually
active characters portrayed in this ebook are consenting adults
eighteen years of age or older.

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Description:

Emily shouldn’t be fooling
around with her boyfriend Brandon North, but it’s hard to care
about her parents’ rules when being bad feels
so
good. But
everything changes when Brandon’s stepdad comes home early one day
and finds Emily in Brandon’s bed. Emily has always known that
handsome Mr. North was strict, but his punishment is way harsher-
and way rougher- than she could have ever imagined. All cuckolded
Brandon can do is watch helplessly as Mr. North takes his virgin
girlfriend hard and deep, completely owning her body…
without
protection.

***

“Why don’t we take a break, Emily?”

I glanced over at my boyfriend Brandon. He
was in bed, lying on his side facing me. “A break for what?”

“We’ve been working so hard on the project.
Let’s relax for a bit. Please?”

It was hard to keep from rolling my eyes.
Sure,
I
had been working hard on our project for civics
class. But Brandon had mostly been goofing off and trying to get me
into bed with him. “No. I want to get this done. We’re close to
finishing.
Then
we can play.”

I turned back to the computer and started
searching for pictures to illustrate our slideshow on political
propaganda. But as soon as I typed the letters “po” into the search
bar, a list of dirty suggestions popped up from Brandon’s internet
history. They were all from the same porn site.

Reluctant Brunette Is Ridden Bareback and
Creampied

Barely Legal Slut Gets Risky Creampie

Sexy Virgin Gets Her First Creampie

The list went on and on. Each item had one
thing in common. “Brandon?”

“Yeah?”

“What the hell is a creampie?”

“Oh fuck,” he said sheepishly. “You found my
porn.”

“Well, it just kinda popped up.” I swiveled
the desk chair to face him. “But you didn’t answer my question.
What’s a creampie?”

He sat up on the bed. I was surprised to see
his cheeks were turning red. He was blushing. “It’s when a guy
comes inside a girl and you watch it spill out.”

“Oh, okay,” I said nonchalantly, turning back
to the computer to get back to work on the project.

“You’re not mad, are you?” Brandon asked.

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Pretty much
every guy looks at porn, right? You’re just a normal eighteen year
old.”

“You’re not always around,” he explained,
obviously still worried that I was upset. “If I had porn of you,
that’s all I’d watch.”

I laughed, looking back over at him. “You
would want to watch me getting fucked by another guy?”

“No, never! I would only want to see videos
of you getting fucked by me. Your body is for my eyes only.” He
patted the space beside him in bed. “Come over here, Emily. Just
for a few minutes.
Please
?”

Finishing the project on my own later was
probably the best choice. All my slacker boyfriend had done was
distract me any time we tried to work on it together. Besides, we
didn’t get a lot of alone time together, and that afternoon, we had
Brandon’s house all to ourselves.

Grinning, I got up from the desk and walked
over to his bed. Instead of sitting beside him, I climbed on top,
straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Okay, we
can take a little break from the project.”

“You make me so hard, Emily,” Brandon said,
pulling me closer against him so I could feel his erection press
against me through our clothing.

“Is that so?” I teased, surprised he was hard
so quickly. “What do you think I should do about it?”

“You know exactly what I want you to do about
it.” He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands
slipped under my dress.

I lifted up, dropping my hand between our
bodies and cupping his crotch through his jeans. “I think we have
too many clothes on.”

Brandon groaned as I squeezed him. “I think
you’re right.”

Grabbing the hem of my dress, I lifted it,
pulling it over my head and dropping it off the bed to the floor.
As Brandon watched, entranced, I reached back and unhooked my bra,
slowly pulling it off to reveal my bare breasts.

“God, Emily, I want you so fucking bad right
now.”

“You’re always so horny, Brandon,” I said
playfully, getting off the bed to stand and pull my panties down.
Stepping out of the lacy pink panties, I flung them to the side and
crawled back in bed.

“That’s not my fault,” he shot back. “Maybe
if we actually had sex, I could get some relief.”

I sighed. He’d tried to say it in a joking
manner, but there was no mistaking the whiny note to his voice. It
wasn’t like I didn’t want to have sex, too. But that didn’t change
the fact that I was still a virgin and was going to stay that way
for the foreseeable future.

At first, I wouldn’t even fool around with
Brandon, but then he got drunk at a party and locked himself in the
bathroom with Anna Blakely for ten minutes. He apologized and swore
all they’d done was make out, but I figured I had to do more than
kissing to keep him from cheating again.

My best friend Kate got pregnant even though
she always used a condom with her boyfriend. Her parents were
beyond pissed when they found out, and even threatened to kick her
out. That scared me because Kate’s parents were known for being
pretty laidback. If that’s how they had reacted, I didn’t even want
to
think
about what my super strict parents would do if I
got pregnant.

Thanks to what happened to Kate, there was no
way I could feel safe relying on condoms. And even though I was
eighteen years old, I couldn’t secretly go to the doctor to get on
the pill and risk my parents finding out. They still snooped
through my things, so as long as I lived at home, I would remain a
virgin.

And honestly, the way Brandon begged for sex
was a turnoff. His persistent, whiny pleading wasn’t ever going to
convince me to give in. Even though it was my choice to stay a
virgin, sometimes I wished Brandon would take charge and challenge
that choice like a man. Of course, I never told him that. Having to
ask for him to be forceful would take away the appeal. Besides, it
was just a silly fantasy, not anything I’d really want.

Just as I opened my mouth to tell Brandon to
shut up and kiss me, a noise from downstairs grabbed my attention.
“Fuck, the front door just opened!”

Both Brandon’s mom and his stepdad should
have been at work right then, so I wasn’t sure which one of them
had just come home early. No matter who it was, it was bad news for
me and Brandon. He was allowed to have people over when he was home
alone, but only if he asked his parents’ permission first, and only
if it was for school work, and he could only have people
downstairs. Being naked in Brandon’s bed
definitely
didn’t
fit those strict conditions.

Brandon bolted from the bed, panic on his
face as he moved like lightening. He sat at his desk, his fingers
at the keyboard so it would look like he was working. “Hurry up and
get dressed, Emily!”

“I can’t go faster than I already am,
Brandon!” I snapped, hurriedly fastening my bra as my heart raced.
Grabbing my dress, I yanked it over my head and wiggled into
it.

I reached into my backpack on the floor,
pulling out a notebook and opening it to a random page.
“Historically, political propaganda has been used throughout the
world to influence people to believe in one position or another,” I
said, pretending to read from the page as footsteps neared the
bedroom.

A few seconds later, a deep, masculine voice
sounded from the doorway. “What are you two doing in here?”

A shiver of nervousness ran through me as I
looked over at the man whose muscular frame had just entered the
room. It was easy to tell that Mr. North wasn’t Brandon’s real dad
just by looking at them. Brandon had taken his new dad’s last name
when Mr. North married his mom, but they couldn’t be more
different. Brandon was about my height, with sandy blond hair and
an average build. In other words, he was pretty much the physical
opposite of his stepdad.

Mr. North was tall and imposing, with a
muscular body and dark hair. The only thing they had in common were
blue eyes, but even those seemed different. Mr. North’s were stormy
and penetrating as his hard gaze swept over me.

Brandon swiveled around in his chair to face
him. “Oh, hi,” Brandon said, his voice too high. “You’re home. I
didn’t even hear you come in.”

“Hi, Mr. North.” I tried to sound casual, but
I could feel my cheeks heating. Hopefully, Mr. North wouldn’t
notice that they were turning pink.

He didn’t return our greetings. Instead, he
fixed me with a long, hard glare before turning his gaze to
Brandon. “I’ll ask again. What are you two doing in here?”

“Homework.” I held up the notebook in my hand
as evidence. “Well, not homework, actually. A project for our
civics class.”

“It’s about political propaganda. You
wouldn’t believe how much information has been twisted over the
years to influence how people vote,” Brandon piped in. Even though
I was super nervous, I nearly rolled my eyes at Brandon’s lies.
He
didn’t know anything about the project since he had left
all of the work to me. “It’s crazy. For example-”

His dad cut him off. “You didn’t ask your
mother or me for permission to have Emily over. And why are you up
here instead of in the kitchen like you know you’re supposed to
be?”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Brandon said
nervously. “My desktop has a bigger screen than the laptop, so I
thought it would be better to do it here.”

“And that’s all you were doing up here?
Working on a project?”

“That’s all,” Brandon swore. “I promise.”

We both really needed for Mr. North to
believe us. If my parents found out that I was fooling around with
Brandon, I didn’t know exactly how far their punishment would go,
but shunning me wasn’t out of the question. And that was the best
case scenario.

In Brandon’s case, he’d already broken his
parents’ rules about having guests over. If his dad found out he
was lying about what we’d been doing, the consequences would be
swift and harsh. His dad was a former Marine, and Brandon’s parents
had always told him that if he broke one of their major rules, he’d
be off to the military instead of college after graduation. That
wasn’t an idle threat, either. Brandon’s older brother Jack had
taken Mr. North’s classic car for a joyride the night of his high
school graduation and crashed it. His parents kicked him out of the
house and cut off all support. Two months later, Jack enlisted in
the Army to get back in their good graces.

Mr. North didn’t say anything, just stared at
Brandon as silence filled the room. Brandon’s face was flushed red
and he looked away, staring at the floor. I realized I was bending
my notebook from clutching it so hard. Putting it down, I folded my
hands in my lap and waited, my heart thudding.

Finally, Mr. North nodded. “Okay.”

Relief flooded through me with that simple
word. Brandon smiled, obviously happy that his dad had bought our
lie.

Mr. North moved to head out of the room, but
turned back to us just before walking through the doorway. “Now,
maybe I don’t understand because I’ve been out of school for so
long,” he said, looking directly at me. “But who wants to explain
to me why Emily isn’t wearing any panties if you two are only doing
school work?”

Gasping, I realized he was right. My bra was
on, but I was bare below the waist underneath my dress. I must have
forgotten to put my panties on in my rush to get dressed before we
were caught. But how had Brandon’s dad known that? “Mr. North,
I-”

I shut my mouth as Mr. North walked across
the room toward me. He stopped beside the bed, and I watched in
horror as he reached out, picking up my lacy pink panties from the
bedside table. They must have landed there when I tossed them
off.