It was to my own relief when, half an hour after turning off the spycam app, I received a text message from Miranda: *did you watch?* I replied immediately in the affirmative, and asked her if she actually wasn’t on the pill – there was no response for maybe ten minutes, and then I received a phone call from her. I immediately picked up.
“Miranda?”
“Hey babe…” Miranda’s voice was oddly quiet, and I could tell how exhausted she was in the aftermath of her session with Luke. “I’m in my hotel suite right now…just came back after showering with him.”
“Babe, are you not on the pill?”
There was a pause. I leaned in towards my phone, my ears straining to hear what she would say. When Miranda spoke again, I could tell she was measuring her words with great care. “I…I’m not. I’m not on the pill right now. So yes, there is a chance of pregnancy. Luke is going to a business meeting in about an hour, and during that time I’ll be able to purchase some birth control pills for any future…endeavors.”
“But if you get pregnant-”
“Then we’ll figure it out later,” said Miranda. Her voice grew a little rushed, and I got the impression that she was trying to make the conversation go faster. “Listen, babe, I’m sorry about letting Luke go at it without a condom. I’ve already spoken to him, and we’ve agreed that he won’t be going raw again until my birth control kicks in.”
I struggled for a few seconds, before finally blurting into the phone, “You shouldn’t have let him do it in the first place, Miranda – it’s far too risky.”
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. “I…I know,” I heard Miranda say. “I’m sorry, I really am – I just got caught up in the act. It only happened once though, so hopefully I don’t get pregnant and we can just move on with birth control pills.”
There was a tone of finality in Miranda’s voice, as if she had already accepted the risk of pregnancy. I knew there was nothing I could do about it either – whether or not Luke had successfully bred my girlfriend would be revealed in time – but that didn’t stop my hands from shaking or my face from reddening in humiliation as I begged through the phone, “Please, Miranda – please get birth control pills. And get a pregnancy test as soon as possible, okay?”
“I will, babe. I’ll buy some pills tonight, and I’ll get a pregnancy test when I get back home.”
“Okay, okay…” I struggled with my words, my thoughts clouded by a deep fog of arousal and angst, “and…what are your plans for tonight?”
I heard Miranda giggle on the other end of the line, a sudden shift from her apparently solemn attitude just a few seconds prior. “Luke will be having a three hour long business meeting in a little bit,” she explained. “I’ll be touring around London. On my own, of course.”
“Oh. That sounds nice.” I found my breath stabilizing as I listened to Miranda speak – it was comforting for me to hear, after the intense session I had just witnessed, that she would be able to spend time away from Luke. Time in which I could be assured she wouldn’t be getting fucked by him.
Miranda continued. “After his meeting he’ll take me to dinner, and after that we’ll return to the hotel again…and maybe have some more fun.” There was a slight pause, before she added, “with condoms, this time.” I breathed a sigh of relief. It was in that moment when, on the other end of the line, I heard what sounded like a *click*. Miranda’s voice suddenly dipped to a whisper. “Luke’s here,” she said. “Got to go. Love you babe.”
Before I could respond, the line went dead.
My next three hours were spent mindlessly doing chores in the apartment. After cleaning the stovetop for the fourth time, I cracked open my work laptop and tried to make progress in my office job, organizing excel spreadsheets to distract myself from those hazy thoughts of what Miranda might be doing all the way across the ocean in London. The pit in my stomach seemed to deepen with every passing second; I didn’t fully understand the reason for my own nervousness, given that Miranda had assured me that she would only be touring around London during this time. Perhaps it was just my cuckold angst, or a byproduct of witnessing Miranda’s most recent depravities, but I found myself struggling to keep my hands off my own cock. Every time my mind drifted to Miranda, all I could see was the image of her pussy being filled to the brim with cum, of her begging for another man to breed her – of her body climaxing around Luke’s wet cock as his balls pushed loads of sperm into the deepest parts of her womb.
These thoughts were only ever eased by turning on the spycam app, which – to my relief – displayed only some benign tourist activities. While the spycam wobbled and shook on Miranda’s purse as she walked about, I could still see enough to vaguely make out where she was. I saw her walk down a stone bridge with the Big Ben tower far in the background. I saw her stroll through a fancy mall, lined with small fashion stores and mini-eateries. I saw her take pictures by a river, and feeding breadcrumbs to the pigeons.
The distinct non-appearence of Luke did ease my nerves considerably, but at the same time, I found myself growing jealous even at these simple images. It should’ve been *me* with Miranda during these moments – it should’ve been me walking hand-in-hand with her down the cobbled London streets, buying her pastries, and laughing alongside her while strolling through a mall – but it wasn’t. And while Luke made no appearance here, I knew this was only because he had a business meeting, and had that not been the case, he would surely be accompanying my girlfriend in these moments – or more likely fucking her. So terrible was this angst that I eventually went as far as to call her again, only to be redirected to voicemail. Upon texting her, *hey babe, what’re you doing right now*, she merely responded with, *i’m going around london, will update you later*. It seemed to me that my own girlfriend valued spending alone time in London over speaking to me; the thought was enough to make my face go red with humiliation.
I quickly closed the spycam app and resumed cleaning the windows in my apartment for the second time. These repetitive tasks, however, could not hold my attention for long. I felt myself dozing off and sat on the bed to rest. Not long afterwards, I had fallen asleep.
I woke up four hours later to multiple missed text messages from Miranda. The first one was sent over three hours ago and read, *luke’s meeting just finished, will be going to dinner now.* A second message, sent a little more than an hour after the first, read, *dinner’s done, heading back to hotel.* A third message sent shortly after that read, *might have some fun now, feel free to watch*. No messages were sent for the two hours between that message and now.
I didn’t even bother putting on my clothes as I unlocked my phone and opened the spycam app. The first thing I saw this time was an empty bed. It was clear to me that some sexual activities had recently occurred on it – several puddles of what I’d imagine to be pussy juice, saliva, or precum stained the mattress, and the blanket had been pushed off the bed and onto the ground. The pillows had been scattered all over the place, with one on the ground, one at the headboard, and another in the center of the bed with a dark stain on it. The rest of Luke’s suite looked messy too – clothes and undergarments were scattered over the floor, among them a G-string, a miniskirt I recognized as part of Miranda’s schoolgirl costume, and a black lace bra. To my relief I also saw two used condoms laying on the bed.
It was only upon gazing towards the windows when I finally found Miranda. She was relaxing in the balcony jacuzzi, and sitting across from her in the water was Luke. The two of them were naked and speaking to each other. I saw Miranda laughing, and Luke pointing at some buildings in the London cityscape. At the base of the pool I also noticed two empty cocktail glasses and what appeared to be a red gift box, topped with a gold-fabric knot.
I watched as Miranda and Luke chatted like a couple – as they laughed together, before leaning in for a deep kiss, their arms snaking around each others’ torsos. They were soon re-engaged in a heated makeout session, with Miranda giving Luke a proper handjob in the water while her tongue explored Luke’s mouth. Their lovemaking this time was slow, sensual, and felt far more intimate than the rough fucking I had grown so used to. Of course, I was no stranger to their more intimate sex sessions – but to see it occur now, while my girlfriend was halfway across the world, caused a wave of jealousy I had never before felt stir up inside of me. I watched as Miranda allowed Luke to lovingly caress one of her breasts, as her left hand wrapped around Luke’s neck while she continued pleasuring him with her right. I watched with clenched fists and a hardening cock as my girlfriend made love to this man, and wondered if, in these moments, she had given a single thought to me – or whether she was simply doing it because it felt good.
This continued for maybe ten minutes, before Luke finally stood up in the jacuzzi. He said something to Miranda and then stepped out of the water, grabbing a towel from a nearby rack to dry his body. Miranda followed suit, and soon enough the balcony door was sliding open. Their voices quickly became audible on the spycam feed.
“…another round?” Luke was saying, as he strode forward and sat on the couch in his suite. “You look like you can do with some more fucking.”
Miranda smiled, but shook her head. “I’m tired right now,” she said. “I’d rather…I don’t know…cuddle?”
Luke watched my girlfriend for a few seconds, before patting the section of couch right next to where he sat. “Come here,” he said softly.
Miranda walked forward and sat down on the couch next to Luke, leaning her head back into his lap. Luke wrapped his arms around her, and soon the two of them had gone back to making out, their bodies practically glued together as they kissed and made love to each other. Miranda’s breasts were pushing into Luke’s chest and her arms were wrapped around his neck as the two of them went at each other like they were born for it. At some point during this, Miranda managed to climb on top of Luke, straddling his waist with her crotch and leaning down to kiss her master passionately. Luke groaned as pressure was placed on his dick – but then I saw him fixate on Miranda’s face. A primal look flared into his eyes, and he suddenly lunged up, grabbing Miranda by the shoulders and spinning her around so she was pinned on the couch beneath him. He then leaned in towards Miranda, growling into her ears, “I want to *fuck* you.”
Miranda shivered. I noticed her legs beginning to spread. “M-master…” she said, her voice audibly trembling with anticipation.
Luke slapped Miranda across the face before looking down at her pussy, which had already grown shiny with her fluids. “You *slut*,” he growled. With one hand he grabbed Miranda roughly by her hair and quite literally dragged her off the couch, forcing her to kneel with her back to a wall. “All it takes is for me to *tell you* what I want, and your pussy will grow nice and wet for me…”
Miranda’s face grew steadily more red with humiliation as Luke grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. “When I *ask* you for another round, you tell me you’re tired,” he growled, “but when I *tell you* that I want to fuck you, your slutty little pussy just can’t help itself…”
Miranda’s eyes looked submissively up at Luke, her arms now trembling as she moved them towards Luke’s quickly-hardening cock. “M-master, I-”
She didn’t have time to finish the sentence as Luke suddenly speared his length straight into her mouth. Miranda squealed and gagged as his tip reached all the way down into the farthest reaches of her throat. While this happened, Luke grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head up roughly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak,” he growled, now reaching down to twist one of her nipples painfully. “You’re my slave, and you’ll do as you’re told.”
Miranda struggled on his cock, but Luke did not relent. Now with full control over my girlfriend’s head, he began fucking her mouth ruthlessly, thrusting his entire length down her throat at an alarming speed. Miranda slobbered over his cock, her normally-graceful deepthroating technique rendered into desperate gasps for air as her mouth was abused harder than it ever was before. I could see the bulge of Luke’s cock at the top of Miranda’s neck as it slid deep into her wet mouth, and could hear the squeals of my girlfriend as she gagged and spluttered over her master’s length. Strings of saliva hung from Miranda’s chin and dripped down onto her breasts, and her face had become so saturated with a combination of precum and spit that it now looked completely unrecognizable.
At times I noticed Miranda reaching forward with her hands to ease Luke’s ceaseless thrusting, but whenever this occurred he would simply pin her arms behind her back and say, “take it like a proper slut,” to which my girlfriend had no choice but to comply. What I witnessed now was a jarring transformation – to think that Luke could turn my girlfriend from a seemingly innocent and sweet girl, laughing in a jacuzzi, to a passive fuck toy that sucked cock without question, all within a few short minutes, made my skin grow hot with arousal and my cock grow hard with jealousy. I certainly have never held such power over my girlfriend before.
This continued for nearly fifteen minutes. Luke’s thrusting never ceased, and at times he would reach down and pinch Miranda’s nose, cutting off her only air supply and making her gag even harder, before releasing it and allowing her some respite in the form of an unobstructed airway. He would twist her nipples painfully, making her squeal and garble around his cock, and would make sure to slap her face every few minutes. By now Miranda’s pussy was incredibly wet, with thin strands of pussy juice dripping down from her wet orifice and onto the ground beneath her. Her breasts were dotted with drops of precum and saliva, and her arms were locked obediently behind her back.
When Luke finally pulled his cock out of Miranda’s mouth, my girlfriend immediately collapsed to the floor, her knees quivering and her arms laying limply by her side as she gasped to catch her breath. Her face had been completely ruined and her body had grown wet with a mixture of sweat and the fluids that had dropped down from her face. Without speaking, Luke grabbed her trembling body and forced her onto her stomach, before shoving a pillow beneath her pelvis to raise her ass a little higher. Grabbing a white-colored bottle with one hand, he dumped a generous amount of lube over her ass and spread it over her tightest hole, before grabbing her head and lowering it towards the ground. Then, without warning, Luke drove his cock straight into Miranda’s asshole, causing her to cry out beneath him as she was invaded. This, however, is not what surprised me – what surprised me was the fact that Luke was not wearing a condom – the fact that he had gone in raw.
I couldn’t tell if Miranda noticed this initially. Her voice had been reduced to a string of incoherent cries as Luke’s cock plunged deep into her tightest orifice – as that enormous mushroom head rammed through her backdoor and split her ass harder than ever before. After about a minute of intense fucking, she managed to regain the strength to move her head so her face was oriented towards the wall, rather than straight towards the ground. She moaned, her legs quivering with pleasure and her pussy still dripping with fluids as Luke’s cock relentlessly pushed into her. “M-master,” I heard her cry out, “th-the condom-”
“I only promised that I wouldn’t wear a condom for your dirty little pussy,” growled Luke in response. “I never made any promises about your ass…and now I will take it the way you’ve always wanted…”
Miranda cried out as Luke reached forward and twisted one of her nipples, his cock still pistoning inside her. After having his fun with her breasts, he gave her ass a hard slap, before reaching down and rubbing her pussy as well, swirling his finger over her dripping wetness. These ministrations had an immediate effect on Miranda – she moaned loudly, her ass instinctively raising higher as currents of pleasure coursed through her bones. Once satisfied that he had collected enough juice with his fingers, Luke then reached forward and jammed his fingers into Miranda’s mouth, forcing her to suck on her own juices while fucking her in the ass. Miranda’s cries of pleasure soon became muffled as she struggled with the dual tasks of swallowing her womanly fluids and taking Luke’s cock.
“Such a fucking *whore*,” grunted Luke, as he watched my girlfriend slobber over his fingers with an amused expression on his face. “I see I’ve been too kind to you recently…so much for being ‘too tired’ for sex-”
Miranda moaned around Luke’s fingers, her eyes now beginning to tear up with the intensity of Luke’s fucking. Luke continued. “When I first began training you,” he said, “I thought you’d only be a person to casually hook up with…a ‘friends with benefit,’ so to speak…but now, I see you for what you truly are…”
He extracted his fingers from Miranda’s mouth, allowing her cries to resume in full volume. In between Luke’s thrusts, I heard my girlfriend managing to say, “M-more, master-”
Luke slapped my girlfriend’s ass hard, making her yelp with arousal. “You’re a *whore*,” he hissed, now bringing one of his legs over Miranda’s ass to offer a more dominant angle to fuck her in. “A whore and a slut…a *real* masochist.”
Miranda’s moans grew higher and higher as Luke intensified his thrusting. I noticed her clenching her asshole around his enormous, raw cock, and her legs beginning to shake violently as she approached an orgasm. “You like this?” asked Luke mockingly, as he reached forward a tugged hard on a fistful of Miranda’s hair. “You like getting fucked in the ass by my raw cock? Or are you still ‘too tired’ for it?”
My girlfriend nodded frantically, her face now beaded with sweat. “Yes, I love it,” she gasped. “I l-love it more than anything, master…oh, *fuck*-”
Luke chose this moment to reach down with a hand, and this time slipped two fingers into Miranda’s dripping-wet pussy. The effect was immediate – I saw her ass buck violently, and her legs beginning to spasm with pleasure. Luke, noticing these symptoms, quickened his thrusts, forcing his length all the way into Miranda’s tightest orifice. Her moans and cries of pleasure soon reached a high, and at last broke out into a singular scream of pleasure – I watched as her wet cunt clamped down on Luke’s fingers and as her ass clenched hard on his cock. A second later, and her pussy began *pulsating*, firing off two streams of liquid that splattered all over Luke’s legs, and soaking the ground beneath her with a clear, sticky discharge. Her chest and waist quivered as waves of pleasure coursed through her body, as her cry of pleasure rang through the room loud and clear. This eventually devolved into petty whimpers as Luke’s cock continued thrusting into her with fast, deep strokes.
It wasn’t long before he came as well – his thrusts grew more urgent, his hands gripped Miranda’s waist tightly, and before long I was watching as Luke buried his length balls-deep inside Miranda’s ass, and as he let out a single, loud groan. The base of his cock pulsed, unloading his sperm deep into Miranda’s tightest orifice. I could tell from the expression on Luke’s face that this was more pleasurable than anything he had previously experienced. He left his cock buried inside my girlfriend’s ass for at least ten seconds, giving it a few additional thrusts as he tried to milk out every last drop, before slowly withdrawing it. By then his length was covered with a mixture of semen and some clear, sticky fluid, and as he finally withdrew its head, I saw a single string of cum arcing between his tip and the rim of Miranda’s asshole. My girlfriend remained in a head-down-ass-up position, and as Luke finally stepped back from her body, he reached forward with a hand and spread her cheeks. I saw a small amount of semen coating Miranda’s rim, but his cum had otherwise been deposited deep inside her.
Luke stood up straight, taking some time to catch his breath. Beneath him, Miranda was still quivering in the aftermath of her orgasm, a dazed expression on her face. Finally, Luke reached down and helped Miranda up by her hands. “Are you okay?” I heard him ask. His voice had suddenly become serious. The change in tone was jarring, and I saw Miranda glance up at him, a surprised expression appearing on her face. She then smiled.
“Yeah,” she said shakily, her breasts heaving as she caught her breath, “although…if it’s not too much to ask, I do want to sleep now…master.”
She put emphasis on the word *master*, and I saw Luke smile in approval. “Come on, lets take a shower,” he said, already beginning to walk towards a door which I assumed led into the bathroom. Miranda nodded and quietly followed. She walked with a visible limp, and as she neared the bathroom, I saw a thin string of cum drip out of her asshole and onto the floor.
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