Scorned! (Interracial Erotica) Page 2

  I let him go have his shower, but I was not pleased. I sometimes forgot that Cameron was two years younger than my twenty-seven, but every time Adam was around I got a rude reminder of that age difference as Cameron seemed to suddenly act his age. But I guess it was hard for him be a man with a father as domineering as Adam.

  I couldn’t quite work out Adam’s feelings for his son. He showered him with the best of everything even though Cameron had a fairly well-paid job, yet he dismissed Cameron’s opinion if it differed from his own and every time we went over to his house, Adam didn’t miss a chance to touch my ass or tell me how much he wanted to fuck me.

  I was so pissed that Cameron was leaving me high and dry I didn’t bother to shower. I wanted him to smell my hot pussy all the way to the airport, but Adam insisted that Cameron sit in the front passenger seat. I shrugged my shoulders and let him hand me into the back seat. Cameron looked back at me apologetically several times, but each time he did Adam made some comment and drew his son’s attention back to him.

  We got to the airport an hour and a quarter before takeoff. Since Cameron was travelling Business Class and had no check-in luggage he could have hung around until nearer to the departure, but Adam encouraged him to go on ahead so that he could get his choice of seat.

  Cameron hugged his father goodbye and then took me in his arms. Adam didn’t even have the decency to step back and give us some privacy to say our goodbyes. But I didn’t mind who saw me kiss my man goodbye. I closed my eyes as Cameron leaned down to kiss me.

  One quick peck and he released me!

  Adam waited until the plane had left the tarmac. Then he turned to me and said, “Let’s go.”

  Maybe he does care for Cameron after all, I thought a little touched. I would have left as soon as Cameron was safely through Passport Control as we couldn’t see him once he went through to the Waiting Lounge.

  Adam’s next words shattered any illusion of being a loving father. “I wanted to make sure that he’d left the country,” he said, taking my arm. “Sophia’s home, so I’m taking you back to my pad in Bromley for a good fuck.”

  I knew that I should refuse. The man was a bastard...but such a sexy bastard. And arrogant with it. But my pussy was so needy. Cameron had left me high and dry.

  As soon as we entered the studio flat he grabbed me. There was a roughness about his insolent touch that I found off putting. He was a couple inches shorter than Cameron, but his body was much more beefy. Cameron had told me that Adam worked out every day in his home gym. It was obvious that he used heavyweights—he had huge, rippling muscles that his designer clothes disguised.

  He stripped me quickly, tweaked my nipples and turned me facedown on the bed, my ass in the air.

  “No!” I objected when I realized what he intended to do.

  “Don’t tell me that stupid son of mine doesn’t give it to you up the ass?” he asked, sounding shocked.

  “No, he doesn’t.”

  “Holly, this is the 21st century—ass is the new pussy. Any woman who wants to keep her man should know that she has to give him ass because there are plenty of other women who will, if she won’t!”

  “Cameron is quite happy with my pussy, thank you very much! If you want to fuck someone’s ass go to a gay club. I am sure that you’ll find several willing—”

  “I’m no sick faggot!” Adam denied angrily, making me dislike him even more.

  “Gay men aren’t sick, you homophobic fucker!” I yelled at him. “My brother’s gay and I’m very proud of him.”

  “Cameron’s soft like his mother.” Adam switched topics rightly sensing that I was on the verge of putting my clothes back on and telling him to hell with him fucking me!

  “He’s not soft. He’s just sensitive.” I defended Cameron although I agreed with Adam that Cameron was sometimes a little too nice for his own good. Except for that first night when he had punished me masterfully when we got to his flat, he was as gentle as a pussy cat. Perhaps, not a pussy cat—more like a pet lion.

  I don’t mind anal occasionally, but I’m choosy about the men whom I let slip their cocks into my backside. It wasn’t only the fact that anal tissue was delicate and needed protection. For me it was about respect. If men thought that anal sex was their right, I refused them. If they thought that it was an alternative to my pussy, I refused them too. The few that understood it was a privilege and something to be done only when I chose, I allowed them access. I judged each man and decided whether to indulge or withhold. Adam fell into the first category, so naturally I refused him.

  He used his cock like a weapon, pummelling me into the bed. After a few minutes I was so bored, I could have fallen asleep, especially since the bed moved beneath me like a rocking chair.

  “Cameron’s a wimp,” he said just before he gave me a few harder, robotic jabs and came. “I’ve fucked all his girlfriends.”

  Envy in families is not an uncommon thing. For years I had envied my mother’s effortless beauty, her smooth hairless brown skin, her small breasts and her high, tight behind until I discovered my own woman’s power. It was clear that Adam envied Cameron. And the only reason I could think of was that Adam was jealous of Cameron’s endowment. As a girl I had walked around naked in front of my mother. Perhaps Cameron had done the same and before he hit puberty his father must have realized that he was already more endowed or had the potential to be. So, he had systematically tried to exert his masculinity over his son.

  Thankfully Adam didn’t want a repeat performance. We dressed and he drove me back to Cameron’s.

  “I’ll call you when I’m ready for another piece of pussy,” he promised and squeezed my breast hard enough to make me wince before I could escape out of his Ferrari.

  ***

  After Adam left the sixteenth message on the answer machine in five days, I decided to answer the phone when he rang the next time.

  “Where the fuck have you been?” he demanded. “Didn’t you get my messages?”

  “Adam, I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to see each other again.”

  “Surely you aren’t going to let my wimp of a son fuck you again? Tell him it’s over!”

  “He’s not a wimp!” I denied hotly. “I love him. When he called last night he asked me to marry him and I said yes.”

  “Marry him if you want to. Once I get to fuck you whenever I want to.”

  “No, Adam. I won’t sleep with you after I marry Cameron.”

  “Bullshit! He can’t satisfy you or you won’t have been spreading your legs for me less than five hours after he had fucked you.”

  “You interrupted us, you bastard! I was horny, and that’s why I let you fuck me!” It was time to let him know the truth.

  “Look, don’t let’s argue. He’s back tomorrow. Come over to my pad for a last shag before he gets back.”

  “No. I have to pick him up from the airport early in the morning. I’m going to bed soon.”

  “We can leave from my pad and drive straight there.”

  “Adam, you don’t need to come to the airport!” The last thing I needed was him posturing and acting like he had fucked me in front of Cameron. Especially since he had!

  “OK. Let’s make a deal. Come to my pad and I’ll teach you all you need to know about ass fucking and I won’t tell Cameron that I’ve fucked you.”

  “Fuck off!” I slammed the phone down hard and hoped that it hurt his bloody ears.

  ***

  I tossed and turned all night, worrying how Cameron would react if Adam told him about us. Cameron had somehow managed to get under my skin and I hated the thought of losing him. He was a cool, funny guy and with a little training he would be perfect. He had demonstrated the ability to punish me, although he’d almost spoiled it by being terribly apologetic the next day. I just needed to let him know that I liked being punished.

  I drove to the airport. And found Adam nonchalantly having coffee and a croissant at one of the cafes.

  “Why are you here
?” I demanded. “I told you that I’d pick him up.”

  “He’s my son. I haven’t seen him for a week. I’ve missed him.”

  As bizarre as it sounded I think there was some truth in his words. Cameron’s his only child. He was a generous father—only seven months ago he had bought Cameron the BMW for his birthday. He was perhaps as jealous of the women in Cameron’s life as he was jealous of Cameron.

  But I couldn’t let him stay. If his son saw the way he was looking at me the game would be over immediately.

  “Cameron’s a grown man,” I said. “Why do you keep interfering in his life?”

  “Perhaps you’re right.” Adam drained his coffee mug and stood up. “Just give him this for me. I taped the final episodes of 24 for him.”

  He handed me a padded A5 envelope containing the DVD and walked away, leaving me staring stupidly after him.

  That had been easy!

  I ordered coffee and a large chocolate chip muffin and sat down to read the latest edition of Vogue.

  Half an hour later when Cameron came into view, my heart leapt excitedly. I had never been more pleased to see anyone in my life. I had missed him so much! I ran to him and gave him a big kiss, not caring that there were hundreds of people around.

  “Your father was here, but he left when he realized that I was here to pick you up too.”

  “I told him that you were picking me up.”

  “He left a tape for you.” I handed Cameron the envelope and hooked my arm through his. “He said it was the final episodes of 24.”

  When we got to the car he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. “I missed you, honey. I can’t wait to get you home.”

  “I can’t wait either.”

  As soon as we got off the busy motorway he slipped his hand under my mini skirt. “I spent the whole week thinking about you and the smell of your hot pussy. If Dad hadn’t driven me to the airport I would have cancelled the trip, taken you back home and spent the week in bed with you.”

  “Cameron, stop it,” I protested weakly, but opened my legs a little wider.

  “You’re wet already. Let me make you a little wetter.” He moistened two fingers in his mouth and instructed, “Lift up a bit.”

  “I’m going to crash!” I screamed as he slipped his fingers inside me.

  “No you won’t.” He laughed and drove them deeper. “You’re an excellent driver.”

  How I made the remainder of the journey to his house safely was a mystery. We left his suitcase in the trunk, just grabbing his carry-on luggage and his briefcase as we rushed into the house.

  We were naked in seconds. He picked me up, but instead of climbing onto the bed he turned me upside down.

  “What are you doing?” I demanded, grabbing onto his thighs, afraid that he would drop me.

  He didn’t answer my question as he cupped my ass in his hands and flicked his tongue along my clit. I cautiously released my left arm and guided his already-erect cock to my lips. I sucked on him gently, not working my usual magic by covering my teeth with my lips and giving him the firm blowjob that he liked because though the rush of blood to my head was making me high and he was eating me as ravenously as he’d done that first night in the gym, I was conscious of the fact that if he got carried away he could drop me on my head.

  But after a week without sex, Cameron was eager for pussy. Within a couple of minutes he stumbled backwards to the bed and pushed me down into position. I rode him fast and furiously, facing away from him so that he had a view of the ample cheeks of my ass—his favourite part of my body. As soon as he came I turned around and lowered my body onto his, still joined. Using my inner muscles I stroked him until he was fully erect again.

  He made to get up and assume the dominant position but I pushed him back against the bed. “Let me take care of you. You must be exhausted after the flight and a busy week of meetings.”

  This time we reached orgasm almost together and he fell asleep still connected to me.

  “I’ll warm some food for you,” I told him when he woke up twenty minutes later.

  “Thanks, honey.” He pulled me closer and squeezed my behind. “And afterwards I’ll go watch that DVD.”

  ***

  I returned from stacking the dishwasher to find Cameron standing in front of the television, staring at it as if turned to stone. I moved around him to look at the screen and almost had a heart attack.

  The bastard Adam had recorded us having sex at his Bromley flat!

  The sexy, ruthless bastard.

  I was very familiar with the phrase ‘hell hath no fury as a woman scorned’. I had been the embodiment of it on a few occasions when previous relationships had been ended abruptly by lovers. I understood the meaning of it perfectly; I had just never thought that it could be applied to men too.

  But Adam’s stunt was tame compared to some of the crazy ones I had pulled. He was a novice—this was probably his debut performance.

  I, on the other hand, could win an Oscar for acting the scorned lover.

  He had chosen the wrong person to mess with!

  “Cameron, baby, I’m sorry. You left me horny, so I went to bed with Adam.” Never be greedy and take all of the blame—share it whenever possible. I saw no reason why Cameron shouldn’t shoulder some of the responsibility for me sleeping with Adam. The next time he would know not to leave an unsatisfied woman on the loose. “I realized that you would be hurt and I didn’t do it again although he has kept pestering me.” I was almost paralysed for a second when I realized that I had forgotten to look for the manual for the phone when I couldn’t erase Adam’s messages. Suddenly I realized that I could use them to my advantage. “If you listened to your answer machine now you would hear all the messages he’s left for me.”

  “Why my father?” he whispered, looking bewildered.

  “Baby, he’s been hitting on me since that very night you introduced us. He’s even boasted that he has slept with every one of your girlfriends.” Again I took the opportunity to let him know that I wasn’t the only one of his women to fall for his father’s practised charms. It made me sound less of a slut and more of an innocent victim helpless to resist an experienced rake. “Honey, he’s your dad, but the man envies you. He tries to make you look small at every opportunity. I think it’s because your cock is almost twice the size of his.”

  “Really?”

  For the first time the hurt-little-boy look left his face and I pressed home my advantage. “Honey, you have to show him once and for all that you are a grown man. Let’s make a DVD of our own and give it back to him. Let’s show him how much better in bed you are and how much bigger your cock is.”

  I also wanted to remind Adam of what he won’t be getting ever again, but I didn’t tell Cameron that.

  “He wanted to fuck my ass, but I wouldn’t let him. He said that you weren’t man enough to ass fuck. Fuck my ass now, baby. Fuck it and show him how it’s done.”

  By now Cameron was as hard as a rock. He and I had had anal sex twice before. He loved the shape of my behind and seeing his cock between the fleshy mounds had driven him wild. I had rationed it to once a month, but this occasion called for something a little special.

  I doubted that there would be any lasting damage to Cameron’s relationship with his dad. In fact, I suspected that Adam would grudgingly admire his son for having the balls to make the recording and then give it to him. In future he would show Cameron far more respect than he’d done up to now and that would be a good thing.

  Within ten minutes we were shooting the amateur movie. And just in case the angle of the lens disguised the fact that Cameron’s cock was deep in my rectum and not my vagina, I screamed, “Yes, baby, fuck my ass. Give me every fucking inch of your long, big cock. Tear my tight asshole wide open, honey!”

  That would teach the bastard Adam!

  ****

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