The moment Barry’s voice cut through the speaker, Kate’s entire body went rigid. Her eyes flew open, her breath catching in her throat as if she’d been dunked in ice water.
The sound of his voice—so mundane, so normal—was a jarring contrast to the obscene reality of her panties twisted in my grip, her clit still throbbing from the last snap.
She clamped her lips shut, her free hand flying to her mouth as if she could physically trap the sounds escaping her. But I wasn’t about to let her off that easily.
With a wicked grin, I yanked her panties downward with all my strength, the lace stretching taut before I let it go. The fabric snapped back with a sharp, wet crack directly against her clit, the impact so sudden and intense that Kate’s body jerked violently in my lap.
"Aaah—!" The moan tore out of her before she could stop it, high and breathless, the sound spilling into the phone like a betrayal. Her back arched, her nails digging into my thigh as her hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to stay quiet.
There was a beat of silence—thick, suffocating—before Barry’s voice came back, laced with concern. "Kate... is everything okay there? Are you hurt?"
Kate’s face burned with humiliation, her cheeks flushing a deep, mortified red.
She fumbled for words, her voice trembling as she forced out the first lie that came to mind. "N-No! I’m fine!" She swallowed hard, her fingers pressing against her lips as if she could still push the moan back in.
"It was just... my pinky toe... it struck hard on the chair’s leg..." Her voice was too high, too fast, the words tumbling out in a rush as she glanced at me with wide, pleading eyes.
I bit back a laugh, my cock throbbing beneath her as I gave her panties one last, subtle tug, the fabric brushing against her clit just enough to make her gasp.
She squeezed her thighs together, her breath hitching as she tried to regain control, but the damage was done.
The lie hung in the air between us, flimsy and transparent, and the way her body still trembled against mine made it clear that Barry wasn’t the only one who knew she was full of shit.
Jennifer, who had been watching the whole exchange with a hand clamped over her own mouth to stifle her laughter, finally let out a soft, muffled giggle.
She leaned in, her breath hot against Kate’s ear as she whispered, "Oh, Kate... your toe, huh?" Her fingers traced the reddened skin of Kate’s ass, making her flinch. "I think Barry’s going to need a very detailed explanation of how that happened."
Kate let out a whimper, her body tensing as Barry’s voice came through the phone again, still laced with worry. "Kate, you sound... strange. Are you sure you’re okay?"
She closed her eyes, her voice shaking as she forced another lie. "Y-Yes! I’m fine, Barry." The words tasted bitter on her tongue, but she had no choice.
Not with Barry on the line, not with me still hard beneath her, not with the way her body was betraying her every second.
Then, without warning, I lifted her off my lap, setting her down on the bed with a firmness that made her gasp. Before she could react, my hands gripped the tattered remnants of her jeans, the fabric already hanging by a thread.
With one sharp, deliberate motion, I tore them away pletely, the sound of ripping denim filling the room as the last of the fabric gave way.
Kate let out a surprised yelp, her hands flying to her hips as she realized what I’d done.
Now, she was left in nothing but her black top and her dark blue panties—the ones I’d been snapping against her clit moments earlier.
The fabric was damp, a slight wet patch clearly visible over her clit, the evidence of her arousal impossible to hide.
Barry, oblivious to the chaos on our end, asked, "Kate, is there anything important? I’m going to be in a meeting..."
Kate’s eyes widened, her mind racing as she glanced down at her exposed state.
But then, something shifted in her expression. The timidity, the guilt—it all melted away, replaced by a mischievous glint in her eyes, as if she’d just hatched a plan.
She sat up straighter, her voice suddenly steady, almost too calm. "Yeah... " It’s important," she said, her tone laced with a newfound confidence. "It’s about Jack."
Barry’s voice, instead of sounding jealous, was excited, almost eager. "Jack? Are you going to meet him again, Kate? You promised... to let me watch it..."
Jennifer, who had been standing nearby, clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, her shoulders shaking as she tried to contain it.
The irony of the situation was too much—Barry, the man Kate wanted to leave, was practically begging to be cuckolded.
Meanwhile, my cock throbbed in the open air, jerking slightly as the tension in the room coiled tighter.
Kate’s eyes flicked down to it, her breath hitching as she took in the sight.
But instead of the shy, flustered woman from moments ago, Kate’s gaze darkened with something far more dangerous—a look that said she was up to something.
There was a flicker of mischief in her eyes, a slow, deliberate smile curling at the corners of her lips as she shifted her position on the bed. She was no longer the woman caught in a lie; she was the one weaving it.
Then, before I could react, she moved her feet, the soles pressing against my bare skin. With a sudden, bold motion, she slapped my cock with her feet, the impact sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I groaned, the sound low and rough in my throat. "Hmm..."
But Kate wasn’t done. She adjusted her position, her feet now pressing together, trapping my cock between them.
The warmth of her skin, the slight pressure of her soles—it was an unexpected, intoxicating sensation. I stood there, my cock sandwiched between her feet as she lay on the bed, her eyes locked onto mine with a look of pure, wicked triumph.
Barry’s voice cut through the tension, laced with suspicion. "Is... is that his voice? Is he there with you right now? Does he know about me?"
Kate didn’t miss a beat. She shook her head, her voice smooth and convincing. "Yes, he is here, but no, he doesn’t know about you... I have put headphones over his head and blindfolded him..." The lie rolled off her tongue so easily, her expression the picture of innocence—if you ignored the way her feet were still wrapped around my cock.
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