“Quiet,” I tell her, turning my attention to the screen of her phone.
She can’t do a damn thing, now. She doesn’t have use of her hands, I’ve got her neck squeezed tight so she has to arch up just to keep from choking, and I’ve got probably a good 70 or 80 pounds on her tiny little ass.
Even though she clearly objects to my watching the video she made for my brother-in-law, she can’t do shit to stop me as it begins to play again.
Even though it’s not a decent thing to do, I watch it. I got too curious while Theo was detailing the times he fucked her. I want to see what she looks like naked and aroused, and considering she’s not much longer for the world, I don’t much care if she doesn’t want me to.
She starts the video wearing this white dress with little pink roses on it. There’s a white cardigan over it, not meant to be sexy at all. She’s the picture of innocence, until she starts stripping.
Even then, she’s playful, revealing just a sliver of shoulder at first and then laughing. She’s clearly shy about it, but she wants to please him. That shouldn’t matter to me beyond the fact that it’s my sister’s husband, but I’m not sure that’s entirely the reason for the rush of displeasure it brings me.
Buried deep, there’s maybe a little bit of jealousy—not because I give a damn about this girl, specifically, but it doesn’t seem right that a shitty fucking man like Theo has two women desperate to please him, and I go home alone every night without so much as a clumsily recorded striptease video to help stave off the loneliness.
As Alyssa peels off her cardigan in the video, I ask her, “Why’d you wanna waste your time with a married man, anyway? Plenty of single ones out there.”
Even if she wanted to answer me, she probably couldn’t in this headlock, but I’m busy watching the video anyway. We can talk after I finish.
In the video, she takes her dress off, then her bra. My cock hardens at the sight of her, at the way she cups a breast in her hand and looks at the camera, running her thumb back and forth over her own nipple and sighing with pleasure.
It’s so easy to imagine this video was meant for my eyes instead of his. She never says his name, so when she looks into the camera and teases, it’s me she’s teasing now.
She shimmies out of her panties next. Once she does, she moves the phone and sits down directly across from it, spreading her legs and showing me her pussy.
The sight of her like that sends a fresh rush of blood to my cock. Since I have myself crushed against her like this, I know she feels my arousal pressing against her. She lets out a whimper, but I ignore her and go back to the video.
Alyssa’s hand drops between her spread thighs and she starts to play with herself. I watch as she presses the tip of her finger inside. I watch the way her whole body arches, her pretty little tits bouncing slightly, making me want them in my mouth.
Theo was right—her tits are fucking perfect.
It’d be an additional sin to kill a woman with tits that perfect, especially without enjoying them first.
My cock is already pressed against her, but now I let my hand slide down her side. She’s wearing some kind of thin nightie, but it’s not too long. I easily reach the bottom and start drawing the fabric up.
I expect to encounter panties, but when I slide up past her hip, it’s all smooth skin. My pulse quickens and I slide my hand over to make sure. Sure enough, I grab a handful of that tight little ass Theo was telling me about.
Fuck.
“You don’t wear panties to bed, huh?” I murmur against her ear.
She tries to wiggle, but she’s still trapped, immobile beneath my weight. She can only lie there while I run my uninvited hand over her bare skin. I give her ass a firm, appreciative squeeze and she goes rigid beneath my body.
Without moving my hand away, I look back at her naughty video. I caress her smooth flesh on this bed while her fingers move in and out of her pussy on the screen. They come out slick with her arousal and my cock swells even more in response.
“Fuck, you make a good dirty video,” I tell her.
She rears back and tries to head butt me. It makes me smile. I watch the rest, letting her helpless little sounds of pleasure get me hotter and hotter. When she comes and cries out in the video, my cock twitches against her, desperately in need of attention.
I tell myself I didn’t come here for this, but I think I might be lying. Theo piqued my interest when he told me about her, and maybe I wanted to see for myself.