Taken in Front of My Boyfriend (2 page)

To our surprise, with the music stopped, we hear the garage door go up.

Our hearts virtually stop in dread. After a flash of a second we bolt upright.

“Shit!” I exclaim.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Put your clothes on . . .” Mark shoots around the room gathering up all of my clothes, throwing them at me like they were fast balls.

“I’m trying.”

Now, we hear the garage door close over the rustle of our clothes hastily being put on.

“W
hat are we going to say?” I whisper-shout in a panic now wearing just my skirt and blouse. I shove my bra deep in the couch.

As the kitchen door opens, I awkwardly dance into my underwear.

Mark has managed to get all of his clothes on, sans shoes and socks, but his cock still juts out obscenely against his jeans.

We give each other a split second once over. My shirt doesn’t cover up the wet drops on my chest, and Mark signals for me to wipe it off. I try, but can still feel it there.

Mark crashes onto the couch sitting in a casual, but highly suspect manner. Mark quietly uses his hands to try to shoe me out the front door before Mr. Landon throw his keys down and make his way into the room.

It almost works, but I don’t make it.

“Stop right there.”

I freeze at the familiar sound of Mr. Landon’s deep steely resonant voice. I take a deep breath, shut my eyes, hoping that I could just vanish entirely.

“Beth, is that you?”

“Yes,” I croak out past the growing lump in my throat.

“Mark, you mind telling me what Beth is doing here.”

“She was just leaving . . .”

“That’s not my question, Mark. Big surprise you’re a straight C student. I’ll ask again: Why is Beth here?”

“
We just . . . we’re in love . . . I thought you wouldn’t be home.”

“I even called—twice.”

“Shit.” Mark eyes his phone across the room plugged into the stereo that had been drowned out by the loud music.

I take this opportunity to try to sneak out.

“Shut that door, whore.”

The word cuts like a knife.

I do as I’m told.

I turn around, looking at the floor, I timidly tell Mr. Landon, “I’m not a whore and I don’t have to take your abuse anymore.”

“Oh yeah, guess which classes final third semester grades I’ve yet to turn in.”

“You wouldn’t.”
My bottom lip quivers.

“Don’t try me, whore.” He sneers the last word, enunciating each letter, making me queasy. “Now, sit down.
We are going to get to the bottom of what happened here this afternoon while I was out making money to pay for this dummy Mark’s college education. Shit, I will probably have to grease a palm for them to even let his dumbass in.”

I walk over to the couch holding my arm tightly over my breast that are only hidden behind the thin fabric of my shirt. 
I sit next to Mark, probably too close, and cower in his shadow. I hope that I get off with a little huffing and puffing from Mr. Landon before he sends me back home.

“We’re sorry.” A tear falls from my eye and lands on my skirt, a skirt I wish I magically could make longer. But, as it is, it sits halfway up my upper thigh.

“Sorry for what? You know that is an admission of guilt, don’t you?”

“I’m sorry for coming over when I wasn’t supposed to.”

“Go on . . .”

“I’m sorry for tempting your son. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You’re right. You know he is not very smart. Obviously his dick has a bigger brain.”

“Dad, you’re embarrassing me.”
Mark’s words quiver through his nervous tremors.

“Shut the fuck up, Mark. I’ll deal with you later.” Out of the corner my eye, I see Mark crumple into a dejected heap in
the presence of his stern father. “Now, back to you Beth. Let’s start from the beginning. I’ll start you at an A and the more lies you tell me the lower that grade goes.”

I solemnly nod my head. W
ith my academic career at stake, I don’t know what else to do.

“Okay, so you show up to my house dressed like a slut to seduce my son. How many time
s has this happened before?”

“Never, I promise.”

“Okay
, we’ll say that’s the truth. Then, exactly what
did
happened today?” Mr. Landon walks back and forth across the room in the same way he does in class.

I’m petrified. I look at Mark for some guidance on how much, or little
, to tell his dad, but he seems to have withdrawn into some entirely different place.

“I came over because Mark said you would not be home. I do love your son, and it has been so hard not being able to even look at him. We wanted to see each other, that’s all.”

“Understand, that anyone with the capability of seeing would not believe that. An A- suits you well right now little lady.”

“Okay, okay, we were going to experiment. Mark and I are both so good we don’t deserve to be treated this way.”

“I beg to differ, but go on . . .”

“When we met here, we both decided we shouldn’t go all the way.”

“By that you mean ‘fuck,’ Beth?”

“Yes, sir, we were not going to
fuck
.” When I say that word, Mr. Landon seems to drink it in, giving him fuel for his fury.

“
I’m stopping this right now. I guess, I’m not getting a clear picture and you need to
show
me exactly what happened, or you get an F tomorrow.”

“No, no, no,” I blubber like he were murdering my parents.

“Dad, please don’t do this. We get it. You’re acting insane. ”

“
Now! Beth,” Mr. Landon shouts causing both Mark and I to jump. That single tear turns into a constant stream.

“We kissed, and I told Mark we shouldn’t . . . fuck . . . and that there were other things we could do.”
Mr. Landon lunges at me, grabbing me so tight that I can’t get away. He pulls me close enough to put his mouth over mine. He roughly covers my lips with his, forcing his tongue in my mouth. He pushes me away. I gasp for air before wiping his spit from my face.

“Go on . . .”

“We came into the living room. Then we took off our clothes. Then, I . . . I . . . I-”

“Guess that explains why you are not wearing a bra, if you ever were.”

“You are right, I was, but . . .” I cover up nipples that tighten with fear.

“Okay, then, remember you are showing me. If you were not embarrassed before, you shouldn’t be now.”

“I really can’t.”

Mr. L
andon takes a seat by my side. He sits in a rigid position that I imagine a bad cop uses when he’s getting a confession. I feel the warmth of his body radiating onto my exposed flesh.

“Take it off, Beth.”
Mr. Landon pronounces every word with precision with such severity that there feels like no other option.

The tears start up again when I start undoing the buttons of my blouse again, this time under force. I look at the ground with enough shame to last me for the rest of my life. After the fifth button, I can feel the cold air of the overly air conditioned house against my naked breast.
I let my shirt slip over my shoulders and drop to my waist.

I pause
, hoping this does not go any further.

“And the skirt.” With little hesitation
, I slide my short skirt down my thighs. The skirt falls to a pool at my feet.

I gulp hard knowing that my panties are next. Without Mr. Landon asking
, I peel the tiny thong off.  To my surprise, I’m twice as wet as when I stripped for Mark.

What is wrong with me?

Am I secretly enjoying this?

“Beth, I thought you were a good girl. I thought you had learned your lesson. Now, here you sit with your tits, ass, and pussy all hanging out on my couch.”

“I am good.”

“I’m not seeing it, and Mark definitely wasn’t seeing it an hour ago when you were . . . say it, slut. Tell me what you were doing. No,
show
me what you were doing.”

“I don’t . . .”

“Would it be easier if I took my clothes off? Would that refresh your memory?” Mr. Landon swings upwards with the prowess of an Olympian. Towering above Mark and me, he feels like he is fifteen stories high. He undresses himself with a determined efficiency angrily tearing at buttons and zippers. Somehow, it does not have any of the over eager quality that Mark had exuded earlier. With Mr. Landon every action is laced with purpose.

He gets all the way down to his boxer shorts—he doesn’t stop there.

“Dad, please,” Mark says with a defeated tone.

Mr. Landon hooks the hem of his boxers
with his thumbs yanking them down. I didn’t want to look, but couldn’t help myself. Just from my peripheral vision I could tell he was huge. I glance at his immense cock half hard inches from my face. I cannot imagine ever having something this large inside of me.

“Alright, then what did you do to Mark?”

I lower my head, placing it in my hands.
“I put his penis in my mouth.” At this, Mark opens his eyes in horror knowing where this is going. “I sucked on him until . . . until . . . he couldn’t take it anymore and he came on me.” At this, Mr. Landon throws his head back letting out a bellowing laugh. Mark and I both cringe at how inappropriate it is.

“Mark, you really can’
t do anything right.” Turning his attention to me he adds, “You had no idea how to handle someone as beautiful as Beth.”

“Dad, we are both virgins. We didn’t do anything wrong.” Marks looks at me for back up.

“It’s true, Mr. Landon.”

“Well you are not going to be
a virgin after I show you and Mark what an A+ fucking looks like. And Beth, you can consider it your last assignment.”

He wouldn’t, or maybe he would. If kind of feels like the last two years have been leading up to this. He may have even realized my warming up to his negative attention.

“Now show me what you did to our boy Mark’s cock. Get on your knees.”

I do as I’m
told, but don’t know why. I feel as though at the threat of a bad grade, I would concede to anything. Even if I said no, deep down I knew that was not an option when dealing with a man like Mr. Landon. I sit on my knees in front of my boyfriend’s dad’s oversized cock. Time feels like it has stopped.

“Take it in your hands . . . then . .
. suck it.”

I reach out and encircle him
with one hand, my grip barely is able to reach around his girth. One hand is not nearly enough for his length that continues to twitch and grow, so I place a second hand on top of the other. I gently tug his cock to maximum hardness. His perfect cock sticks straight out, a perfect specimen that is smooth, long, and rock hard. Scooting forward, I part my lips, allowing his swollen tip to slide past my painted lips. Pushing onward, he completely fills my mouth, and I have to open my jaws extra wide. I feel the head of his cock poke the side of my mouth before I direct it toward the back of my throat.

Unimpressed with my progress, Mr. Landon pulls my hands off his cock, and places them around his back. He grabs a handful of my hair and starts to thrust himself into my face. Almost immediately I panic at the difference in size between Mr. Landon and my boyfriend. I feel my ability to breathe cut off as he works his way down my throat, deeper and deeper, with each thrust. I hold on tightly digging my nails into
the back side of his thighs. He groans as he continues to fuck my face.

Just before I feel like I’m going to black out, he pulls my head away from his throbbing cock. I sputter and choke, using my hand to wipe away the thick trail of spit that connects us.

“I see why you couldn’t help yourself, Mark.” Mark rest against the arm of the couch in a comatose ball and does not even move at the sound of his name being spoken.

“Don’t stop,” Mr. Landon instruct
s me.

I feel like if I can make him come
, the same way I did Mark, then this can all be over. I reach out and grasp his saliva slicked cock and pump him eagerly with my hands and mouth. Within minutes, Mr. Landon is moaning and pumping robotically into the depths of my warm wet mouth. To my surprise, he climaxes in my mouth, shooting stream after stream of his hot fluid in my mouth. I swallow every bit of his salty sweetness.

I let his cock go, leaving it
to swing like a heavy pendulum. He backs away letting out a few deep sighs. I throw myself back on the couch. I fight back a smirk at the pride of making both of these men come so easily.

Thinking it’s safe to leave, I start rooting through the crevices of the couch for my bra that has been shoved deep.

“What do you think you are doing?” Mr. Landon sneeringly says from above me.

“I . . . I’m going home,” I say fearfully looking down. I raise my head slightly to see Mr. Landon, just as close as before, pulling his mammoth cock back to full hardness. “Oh . . .”