Velvet Letter

"Just out of interest, do you have any photos of Chloe?" Alice asked him.

"Not on my phone, no, why?" Martin asked.

"Just a conversation with your stepdad, something he said, I may have done or said something that struck a chord with him, brought up old thoughts. Maybe it was something silly like how I had my hair or something?" Alice replied.

Martin said he thought there might be some old photos somewhere. Tom used to have an old camera that took Polaroids. He went off to check and came back with a smile on his face.

"I hadn't even remembered I still had these," he said.

He handed the pack of photos over, and Alice started thumbing through them. She looked at a few, then there was a close-up shot of Chloe and Tom together. Alice gasped, quietly, she thought, but Martin heard her. The girl in the photo was the same girl in the film she'd watched earlier.

There was a look in Tom's eyes in the photo that was a little off. It would have been easy to miss it; he was looking at the camera and did have a huge smile on his face, but his eyeline was watching someone else's reaction to the photo. His arm was clamped tight around Chloe's shoulders, his hand gripping her so she didn't move.

"I can throw them out if they're a little upsetting?" Martin said.

"No, no, it's not that, she's beautiful, they look like they got on so well together, I can only hope that somehow we can all be like that someday," Alice said.

Martin went to make drinks while Alice gazed at the photo. The video came back into her mind, and she pondered over it. Had Tom found it and used it against her? Had he found out that she'd been cheating on Martin? It would explain why she'd so suddenly upped sticks and closed off all contact.

Something about the video was a little off still. Where was it filmed? The lighting was poor, unless they'd sneaked there so as not to be caught. There was no sign of them being interrupted at the end, so it wasn't likely that Tom had caught them in the act. The camera angle hadn't changed either, so did Chloe film it herself?. Just how did Tom come to have this video on his laptop now?

Saturday soon came around, and Martin gave a wry smile on seeing Alice's choice of clothing. Emerald green stockings and a matching Basque lay on the bed, combined with a green thong. The stockings had a lace top to complement the lace thong, and much of the Basque was lacy too. She pulled them on, knowing Martin had stopped to watch her dress, telling her he always liked her in those especially, as they were almost the same colour as her eyes. She pulled out an emerald green and navy blue floral dress and stood for Martin's approval.

"I know we want to get him in our good books again, if that outfit doesn't work, nothing will," Martin laughed, "not too much of an eyeful though, okay?"

Alice laughed and told him she'd draw the line at a little harmless flirting; he wasn't going to see anything that he shouldn't. She told him to enjoy the football, and if they won, he'd enjoy a few drinks with his friends later, too. She got in the car and made her way to Tom's house.

"Hi, thanks for coming over, so very pleased you have," Tom told her when she arrived.

He threw his arms around her and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. He asked about Martin not being there, and Alice explained that he was going to football and going out later. He laughed and said he was glad to have her all to himself for a few hours then. Alice laughed it off. She sat on the sofa, and he handed her the laptop, which was already connected to the camera feed. She saw again that the four outside cameras were working, the two others not. She checked a few details, then told him that she'd need to check the camera itself.

Tom stood and pointed her to the corner of the room where one of them was. It was tiny, so small that Alice hadn't noticed it before. She laughed to herself, supposing that was the whole point of it, to be inconspicuous and not in plain sight. She told Tom that he'd need some ladders, and he went off to fetch some. He came back with a set of stepladders and set them up under the camera. Alice went to move to them, and Tom stood at the base of them still.

"They're a bit old and unsteady, a bit like myself," he laughed, shaking the ladders, "I'll need to hold them steady while you're on them."

He had a wry grin on his face, and his gaze dropped down to her nylon-clad legs. Alice smiled back and took a deep breath. Harmless flirting, he's just being a dirty old man, she thought. Martin doesn't need to know how far I've gone. She put a foot on the first rung and started climbing up. Tom moved behind her, and she heard his foot go onto the bottom rung. Six rungs in total, then a small standing platform at the top. Although Alice had worn flat shoes, she couldn't put both feet on the platform.

Her legs were at different heights; she heard Tom breathe hard. Alice giggled to herself, wondering how much he could see. Probably not much, her legs were still close together. She heard him breathe heavily again.

"Are you okay down there, Tom?" she chuckled.

"More than okay, thanks, you carry on," he shot back.

Alice glanced down and saw him staring up between her legs, desperate to see as much as he could manage. Alice told him that she couldn't quite reach, and moved her lower leg away to reach up higher. Seeing her legs part, he gasped, and his breathing got heavier again.

"Got it, I think, the cable was loose," Alice called out, "can you check the feed please?"

Tom grumbled as he moved away from his vantage point, calling out that the picture was showing, laughing as he told her it hadn't shown anything quite that pretty for a good while now. He was back at the steps in double quick time, asking Alice if she could move the camera a touch to the left. As she reached up to do so, Alice felt a hand trace across her calf muscle. It was the faintest of touches, but it still made Alice jump a little. She glanced back to see Tom, not hiding that he was stroking her nylon-clad leg.

"It's been a long time since I've felt the touch of nylon on my skin," Tom said, "I love the colour of your stockings too."

"How do you know they're stockings?" Alice gasped, trying to appear shocked.

"Because I can see right up to that tiny strap of fabric that you youngsters call knickers these days," Tom laughed.

He got bolder now, running his hand past her knee, onto her lower thigh. His fingers traced across her legs, his breathing heavier again. Alice moved a hand down and brushed his hand away.

"You can look but not touch, I think you've felt nylon for long enough now, don't forget I'm with your stepson," Alice scolded him.

"Sorry, but you do have beautiful legs," Tom murmured, "and that round arse, and those nice firm tits, and those eyes, oh my."

"Thank you for the compliments, but hands off now, okay?" Alice warned him, but smiled as she said it.

"I mean, if I'm bending over, or sitting opposite you, I can't stop you from looking, can I?" she continued, "but no touching."

She got down from the ladder, brushing against Tom as she did so. She went to sit on the sofa with the laptop and checked the screen, seeing herself as she did so. She laughed and waved to herself. Tom sat on the opposite sofa. She knew that he was staring at her legs again, and called his bluff. She parted her knees a little and started typing. She glanced over the top of the screen towards Tom's crotch. If he could look, so could she.

Alice was a little disappointed. For all her teasing, for all Tom's staring and stroking her legs, she'd expected more of a bulge from his crotch. She felt a small fire between her legs; she was enjoying this more than she imagined. It wouldn't hurt, and Martin certainly wouldn't know what had hit him later on. Part of her wanted Tom to pull out his phone, for her to spread her legs wide and slide her fingers through her wet folds, to masturbate while he filmed her.

The video flashed into her mind, just as Tom stood up. She glanced at his crotch again. No, it was a silly idea; there was no way it was Tom, there was no indication that his cock would be anywhere near that size. He'd be more like Martin's size, around seven inches long at most. Tom came back shortly after, telling her that he wanted a drink, so he'd made her a coffee. She took a sip and went to put it down. Tom told her that it was a special blend, designed to be drunk as hot as possible, all the flavour went as it cooled down. She drank again, small gulps, and found herself getting tired all of a sudden.

She imagined Tom standing over her, and the coffee mug seemed to move from her hand and float away. She imagined lifting, gravity making her float and move effortlessly, and then seemingly she found herself unable to see clearly as she went through a doorway. Her eyes were hazy, and she tried to focus. She closed her eyes, and time stood still.

"What the fuck?" Alice said softly.

She tried to look around, but the room was dark, and quite cold. Something was in front of her, a hard surface of some sort, and she tried to move away but couldn't. Her arms were stretched above her head, and when she went to pull them, something held them up. She swung them about, but although she could move them from side to side, she couldn't lower them. As she did so, she felt whatever was holding them up pull tighter against her wrists.

Suddenly, a bright light shone in her direction. She tried to turn to see where from, but couldn't tell. She wondered if a door had been opened, but it was much brighter than just sunshine. She felt a chill again and looked down, gasping as she noticed her dress was gone and she wore just her underwear. She stopped moving, knowing it was pointless, and listened carefully. Footsteps? She couldn't tell; something seemed to be behind her. Then, she heard the heavy breathing.

"Who's there?" Alice cried out.

"Who do you think, silly girl?" she heard Tom chuckle, "and don't bother shouting, nobody will hear you in here."

Where's here? Where have you taken me?" Alice asked.

"I haven't taken you anywhere," Tom chuckled again, "yet."

"Just tell me what's going on. Why am I tied up?" Alice shouted.

"Well, it's to keep your hands to yourself," Tom said sternly, "you've been a naughty girl, haven't you? I strictly told you not to access my laptop remotely, and yet you thought you knew better, didn't you?"

"I haven't," Alice tried to protest, "I've been coming here to work on it."

"Oh dear, you really need to learn how to cover your tracks better?" Tom laughed.

He saw her look perplexed, and explained how he'd noticed the date order had changed in the folder. Alice sighed, bemoaning to herself at Martin coming back in, and her having to shut down the folder quickly.

"And now you need to be punished," Tom told her, "did you enjoy what you saw?"

"The pictures were good," Alice tried to reason with him.

"Yes, I've taken every single one of them," he beamed, "some you may have recognised."

"I don't mind you having pictures of me, as long as Martin doesn't know," Alice pleaded, "I can pose for you as often as I can, however you want."

"That's good, that's a good start," Tom answered, "However, I know you've seen the video too."

Alice gulped and muttered Chloe's name. Tom sighed, and she heard him say yes softly.

"Did she upset you somehow?" Alice asked, "Did she see your pictures too? Who did you film her with?"

She heard Tom laughing and the sound of his belt being undone. She heard him take a few steps towards her, and he crudely thrust his hand between her legs, grinding her thong into her pussy.

"Wet already, I knew you'd enjoy this like..." he started.

He moved his hand around and forced his fingers into Alice's mouth, making her taste herself on him. The other hand slapped her buttocks hard, making her yelp as much as his hand in her mouth allowed. His fat fingers pushed the thong up inside her, the normally soft fabric rubbing at Alice's inner walls until he told her that he thought they were ready now. She felt his hand move to the thin fabric at the side, and her hip hurt as he pulled hard until they snapped and he pulled them away.

"Hmm, nice," she heard him say as he held the ripped thong to his nose and sniffed hard.

He moved his other hand away from Alice's mouth and quickly replaced it with the one with her thong. He pushed it tight against her mouth and nose, telling her that she was gagging for it. Still holding it in place, she felt his hips jerk, and she squealed loudly.

His cock pushed deep inside her, almost all of it the first time of asking, and he was so much bigger and fatter than she'd imagined. He thrust hard, his hips slapping against her soft buttocks on the third thrust, Alice feeling like his cock was going to burst through into her stomach.

"Oh fucking hell," she managed to cry out.

"Yeah, that's it, take it all in like the dirty slut I always knew you'd be," Tom growled, "you've teased me enough, now you're going to pay."

He was relentless, his pace not dropping, and Alice already knew what he was doing to her after less than a minute. Each thrust pushed her feet off the floor, her body temporarily held up by his mighty cock and his hand across her face. Despite being taken by force and without warning, she could feel an orgasm starting to rage through her body. He sensed it too, and laughing loudly, he moved both hands to her hips, and somehow seemed to be reaching even further into her.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuuuuccckkk," Alice cried out as she came.

Not only did she cum, but she also squirted over Tom as he continued to fuck her hard and fast. His hands moved away, and she felt the front of the basque being pulled down, and he pulled roughly on both nipples, his chest now right against her back, despite the cold air in the room, their bodies were joined with their collective beads of sweat.

"Chloe, and you?" Alice managed to cry out between his thrusts that were taking her breath away.

"The video?" Tom grunted, "Yeah. You weren't expecting it to be me, were you?"

"Did Martin know?" Alice mumbled.

"No, he suspected she was cheating but not with me," Tom called out, thrusting harder between each word, "He wasn't man enough, and it was his fault she left me."

The words rang through Alice's mind, taken over by the rush of another orgasm coming on. This time she cried out that she was, this time Tom slowed, only a little, and laughed as her body shook.

"She left because you punished her?" Alice asked when her body had relaxed a little.

"I didn't punish her; she wanted it rough. No, she left because she knew she was being unfair to Martin, and couldn't bear going home to him eventually," Tom explained.

"Oh, I thought..." Alice started.

"The video was the only time?" Tom chortled, "god no, that was the first time, that's why I kept it. She couldn't get enough after that."

Tom had paused now, listening to Alice instead.

"Oh, but she was sobbing, she looked exhausted, she certainly didn't look like she enjoyed it at all," Alice pondered.

"That's enough talking now," Tom instructed.

Tom started to fuck her again, soon picking up the same pace as before. He growled as he thrust, pushing right against her; now, each thrust pushed her against the wall. Her nipples rubbed along the hard surface, her face turned to the side, she hated being so out of control of what was happening to her, but the feeling of how soaked her stockings were becoming as her juices streamed down her legs, the feeling of another orgasm flooding her body took command. She screamed loudly as she came once more.

"You're sobbing now, are you not enjoying it?" Tom growled, "Tell me how much more you're enjoying this fucking."

Alice nodded yes, and told him that she was enjoying it immensely, telling him that she couldn't ever remember cumming three times with Martin. She told him that they were tears of joy, her words coinciding with Tom thrusting harder still. Suddenly, though, he stopped completely and withdrew. Alice gasped at the sudden rush of cool air rushing into her gaping pussy, and she saw Tom reach up to something.

Her arms got a little looser, and she felt her hands drop lower, but still restrained. She felt herself turned to face Tom, and her gaze dropped instantly to his cock, all long and thick and covered in wetness. She bit her lip. How had she managed to fit that inside of herself? She felt hands on her legs, her thighs raised, and Tom pushed each ankle up onto his shoulders. He pushed forward, and his cock pushed deep into Alice's pussy once more.

"I want to see your face now, to see your face contorted as I push you wide apart, to see your confused look as the pain of it splitting you open is merged with the pleasure of you cumming," Tom laughed.

He moved his head from side to side as he fucked her, rubbing his face along her stockings, his hands squeezing her tits hard, pulling her nipples like he was trying to break them off in his fingers. Each time he thrust into her, he pushed her back against the wall, and each inward thrust was met with a loud groan as he took her breath away.
"Tell me how much you wanted this," Tom growled, "tell me how much you love me being in control of you."

"Fuck me, oh fuck, fuck me harder," Alice managed to cry out, "I want to feel your cum dripping out of me."

By now, she'd lost track of how long they'd been fucking, but she'd remembered the video was an hour long. As much as she didn't want Tom to cum inside her with no protection, she wanted him to cum and hopefully finish. As much as she'd cum three times already, as much as his fat cock inside her pleased her, her whole body now started to ache, especially her arms.

"You want me to like you more than Chloe, don't you?" Tom sneered.

Alice managed to nod yes, she thought that if she went along with his thinking, then this would end sooner. He slowed right down, then withdrew his cock. As he stepped back a little, the spotlight shone right into her face, and she screwed her eyes tight shut, unable to move her hands to cover them. She felt her arms go loose, and an arm wrapped around her body. She felt herself move and tried to open her eyes, but the light still shone towards her. Now resting faced down over something solid, her arms hung below her, although still fastened to each other. She heard him move behind her.

"Ow, fuck fuck fuck, you fucking bastard," Alice shouted.

"Take it in like the slut you are, like the slut you've never been able to show before," Tom cried out.

Tom laughed as he slid another inch of his fat cock into her arsehole. Alice tried to relax as much as she could, but Tom gripped her buttocks tight as he pulled them apart, pushing his cock into her, slowly but without stopping. Alice groaned, her arsehole trying its best to stretch and accommodate his cock, much bigger than Martin's cock, bigger even than her biggest dildo that she'd practised anal with. She squealed loudly as she felt his stomach rest against her buttocks, and his hands went to her hips.

"You like that?" Tom asked, "Well done on taking it all the first time of asking."

Alice nodded, and Tom laughed.

"You're better than Chloe now, she couldn't take it, however rough I used her pussy," Tom chortled.

"Are you going to fuck my arse, or just stand there talking about it?" Alice hissed.

Her upper thighs started to hurt soon after; each thrust pushed her against what she now knew was a large table she leaned on. Despite the tears in her eyes as her arse stung, despite the pain running through her legs and lower stomach due to the angle against the table, she egged him on.

"Fuck me, that feels good, harder though," she cried out, "you promised that you were going to fill me with cum."

It took her a while to get through the sentence, now shouting as her arse still hurt despite getting used to his size. She felt her buttocks press inwards as he thrust into her, and she felt her legs start to shake once more. Tom sensed it, and he took a handful of her hair and grabbed it, then slid both hands around her throat.

"Tell me what you want, you dirty fucking slut," his voice rasped.

"Your cum, right up inside me, please", Alice whimpered.

Her body was letting go now, not just the orgasm coming on, but her body had gone lifeless, she lay prone, helpless, as his big fat cock did what it wanted to her arsehole.

"Please, master, give me what I need," she pleaded.

He grunted loudly and pulled her head back further, making her shout out as he finally let go, each spurt feeling like he was emptying up into her stomach, his cumming tipping Alice over the edge once more, this time she cried in relief that he was finally finishing. She closed her eyes and found herself being lifted, carried up some stairs, her eyes blinking as she tried to get used to natural light again.

When she did finally look up, Tom had arranged her on the sofa, and was moving her body around, taking photos of his cum seeping from her very sore-looking arsehole, turning her over, where she realised there was a towel underneath her. He slid two fingers into her pussy, opening it up a little before taking a couple of pictures of that too.

He moved, standing over Alice's face, and she didn't have the energy to stop him as he rubbed his cock over her face, wiping the remnants of cum over her, taking a couple of pictures of that before pushing his cock into her mouth, taking more pictures, and ordering her to clean him.

Alice dozed off and woke later to find herself still on the sofa with a blanket over herself. She moved the blanket and groaned. Her body still ached, she still wore only her lingerie, her stockings with dry cum patches all over them. She looked at the clock and gasped.

"Tom, why didn't you wake me? Martin will be wondering where I am?" Alice shouted.

"He won't, he sent you a message to say he'll be back around nine," Tom answered.

"I need to shower, but he'll be back before then," Alice exclaimed.

"No showering, you can drive home like that, like the slut you've just been," Tom instructed.

Alice went to protest, and Tom shushed her, telling her that her master had spoken and she wasn't going to disobey him, was she? He pointed to his phone, where a video was playing of Alice getting fucked by someone who was in the dark.

"See you next Saturday then?" Tom told her when she was leaving.

Alice glared at him, still naked, erect again from watching the video, and smiled.

"Looking forward to it," she told him.