Page 18 of Obsessed with the Man of the House

“Have a good day!” she murmured with a smile. “I’ll miss you, Gray.”

“I’ll miss you too, baby,” I growled with one last wave. “Be home at around six.”

But instead of heading straight to the construction site, instead, I waited for a while until I saw Vanessa’s car pull out of the driveway. Then, I tailed her to her company’s headquarters, and now I sit in the parking lot, pondering my next steps.

Well, at least she really does work, the voice in my head speaks in a wry tone.She was dressed in office clothes too.

I nod glumly. It’s true. Vanessa was dressed in a black skirt and silky white blouse paired with tall black heels when she stepped out of the house. She resembled a sexy librarian, one that I’d like to bend over my desk before pushing deep into her sweltering pussy. But I force myself to stay in my seat, trying to think things through. My fingers grip the steering wheel, knuckles white.

You’ve already done enough, Thomas, the voice in my head speaks again.What more do you need to see? Vanessa’s busy.

Yeah, but why were those boys pointing and laughing last night then?the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear.You need to talk to her. You need to get her in a place where she can’t give you a blowjob, bare a titty, or let you lick her pussy. Her office is the only place where sex won’t happen.

The devil is right, and with a grim look on my face, I get out of the truck. Vanessa and I need to have a serious conversation immediately, and if it has to take place here, with her co-workers nearby, then so be it.

I stalk to the front door, and to my surprise, there’s no one at reception. I know that Vanessa is an independent agent, meaning that she doesn’t have a contract with any of the large brokerages. But still, why isn’t there a secretary here to screen visitors?

I wander down the hallway, glancing into a nearby office. There’s no one inside, although there’s a computer humming on the desk, and an empty office chair. There are even papers on the desk, and they look like they could be listings from my vantage point. Then, my eyes catch sight of a closet door that’s slightly ajar, and sure enough, there are signs inside. They say “Vanessa Loudon, Real Estate Broker,” along with her license number and contact information. Perfect. This is definitely where she works.

But where is my sassy step? I move down the empty hallway again, my feet silent on the carpeted floors. It’s only then that muffled talking greets my ears, and I stop for a moment to listen. Who is that? It sounds like Vanessa’s voice, and my ears perk up. Yes, it’s definitely her, and my strides lengthen as I stride further down the hallway. Oddly, the entire building seems to be empty of people, but then again, I don’t know anything about real estate. Maybe all the other brokers are out, showing houses and meeting with clients.

I stop before a door that’s partially ajar, and pause for a moment. Yes, it’s definitely Vanessa’s voice inside and gently, I push open the wooden slab with the intent of peeking inside. But then, my heart stops as I stare at the scene before me because Vanessa’s there alright. But instead of talking with a co-worker, she’s crouching before a camera with her legs splayed with her skirt hitched up over her waist. Those librarian glasses are perched on the top of her head as she coos at a camera with the lens pointed at her slickly wet twat.

“Yes, Daddy,” she murmurs, reaching one hand down to skim over her shiny folds. “This is what you want, isn’t it? Show me the money, and I’ll show you even more.”

Some pinging sounds emanate from a laptop propped up on a chair near the camera, and Vanessa’s eyes dart to the screen for a moment before a wild smile breaks out on her face.

“Thank you so much, George. That fifty’s going to buy me some new lingerie, and here it is: exactly what I promised.”

I watch with horrified eyes as my sexy stepdaughter reaches between her thighs with a giggle to pull apart her pussy lips, showing the slick pinkness of her vaginal channel. Then she circles her clit with one finger, letting out little cooing noises, while the pings from the computer become a cacophony.

“Oh yes, it feels good,” she moans throatily, her eyes never leaving the laptop screen as her finger rubs circles around her clit. “Mmm, yes RobbieKnows. Thank you, bigboy420 for your contribution. And you too, skaterpunk. Oooh, all these tips are making me horny. I can feel a climax coming!” she wheezes. “Oh oh oh, it’s coming! Oh!”

Then, I watch as she thrusts three fingers into her pussy while her other hand reaches down to stroke her anal pleats. The twin sensations drive Vanessa over the edge, and she throws her head back while pumping both of her holes, her fingers making dirty sucking sounds as she violates herself repeatedly.

“Ooooh!” she screams again. “Unnnnh, yes!”

By now, the chimes from the laptop are so loud and frequent that it’s basically one great siren. Vanessa screams again, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her pussy and ass contract on her fingers, hot juices leaking onto the floor with her orgasm.

But I can no longer see because my vision’s gone dark. I back away from the door, breathing heavily, and lean against the wall for support. My knees feel weak and all the blood has drained from my body. Did I just uncover my stepdaughter’s deepest, darkest secret? After all, it’s clear Vanessa makes a fortune by camming dirty scenes for her followers. But who else knows about this? Is that why those boys were pointing and laughing at the restaurant?Is the curvy girl’s secret already out?

10

Vanessa

Ihave no idea why Gray is being so weird. When he got home, the alpha male wouldn’t really meet my eyes. Instead, he mumbled “hello” and then chucked his bag onto a chair and rushed upstairs to take a shower. Now, I can hear him banging about the bedroom, likely getting dressed. That’s perfect because I made a delicious meatloaf for dinner, and my lover’s probably just hungry. Once he gets some of this hearty goodness into his stomach, he’ll open up. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

But to my surprise, when Gray comes down, he’s not in a t-shirt and sweatpants the way he usually is. Instead, he’s dressed in jeans and a blue work shirt. Of course, my man looks incredibly handsome with his black hair brushed back and those strong features masculine and imposing. But he still won’t meet my eyes. Instead, his gaze slides over me as he nods in greeting.

“Sweetheart, I’m thinking of going out tonight. Do you want to try that new place, Atlantic Grill? I hear they have your favorite: lobster rolls.”

“But I made meatloaf—” I begin.

Gray merely smiles, making my knees go weak.

“I know you did, and thank you. I love your cooking, and you know that. But I want to treat you to something special tonight because I have a surprise for you. So why don’t we grab some food?” he says in a persuasive growl. “We can put the meatloaf in the fridge, and I’ll eat it tomorrow. All of it, I promise.”

With a giggle, I nod my assent.

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