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Tammy “Bye honey, have fun at work, I’ll miss you?” I said to Karl as he hugged me good bye.It was Monday morning and another sunny day. I watched as he got into his Maserati and listened to the roar of the engine as he revved it. He was like a kid with a new toy, and I loved the sound of it. I watched him disappear down the hill and when he was gone out of sight I walked back into the empty house.Brad would arrive in an hour or so from music camp so I had time to do the dishes and the cleaning before he showed up. Not that it would make much of a difference; he usually just ignored me or said something mean to me.Karl and I had been married for just over a year and ever since I first put my foot in the large house with the pool, garden and tennis court, Brad had made a point out of showing his distaste for me. His mother had left Karl two years earlier when Karl and I had first met. It was a bit embarrassing actually because we had been caught in ‘flagrante delicto’ in the living room. We thought she had gone to visit friends but she had returned earlier than expected.Marion, the ex-wife, had not taken too well to finding her husband fucking a woman thirty years his junior. She refused to sign the divorce papers and took to the bottle instead. She also did pills and after one overdose she was admitted to a psych ward.. Poor Brad was devastated over the entire thing and went to visit his mother as often as he could. She didn’t make a comeback and after six months they found her dead in her room.By then Karl and I were already married and it shook Brad up a bit. Karl began to spend more time with Brad who was happy for his father’s attention but when Karl asked him to take me in as part of the family he refused. After speaking to Karl we decided that I should not play the role of the new mother and instead try to at least become his friend. This meant that anything that had to do with school work, after school activities or discipline was up to Karl. I was fine with that since it gave me more time to do what I loved, bicycling in the hills and taking long walks. Since Karl was immensely rich I didn’t have to get a job. He preferred me at home taking care of the house and to be ready with his dry martini when he came home after a long day, preferably dressed sexy and ready for some fun.I was just about to wipe my hands when I saw the mini bus stopping outside our house. I finished what I was doing and went to the door to open it for Brad.He was carrying his violin case and a backpack where I presumed his dirty clothes were.“Hi, how was it, did you have fun?”“What do you care? I need this cleaned.” He dropped the bag on the floor and walked up to his room.Fucking brat, I thought but kept my mouth shut. I picked up the bag and carried it to the laundry room where I loaded the machine yet again. When I checked the pockets of the backpack I found a USB stick. There was no sticker on it so I had no clue what might be on it.At the same time music started blaring from Brad’s room. Funny enough, even though he was a good violinist his preferred music was heavy metal. As AC/DC reached my ears I took the USB and went over to the living room where my laptop was set up. I had a blog about rich wives which I spent a few hours on everyday. Some of my followers were real bitches, but most were cool learning about the rich life style I lived.There was only one folder on the USB and when I double clicked on it a window filled with thumbnail sized photos and videos. I thought I knew what I was looking at but just to make sure I clicked on one of the thumbnails. It opened up and in cinsel bilgiler the photo was a teenage girl with an enormous cock in her mouth. Her eyes were wide open and saliva dripped from her lips.“Oh, my,” I said. Then I began to go through all the photos and the videos. They totalled one hundred and fifty, several of them were a series with the same girl. To my astonishment I thought I recognized a few of them. This couldn’t be right; I wondered and went back to those I thought I knew?The more I tried to deny it the less I could. About ninety of the photos and a few of the videos were of teens I recognized as Brad’s class mates. I wasn’t sure what to do but I had to talk to Karl about what I had found. But first, I had to return the USB to Brad before he noticed it was missing.I went up to his room and when I knocked on the door he asked, “What do you want?”“I got your bag.”“Leave it at the door, and then get lost.”“Brad..?”“I said, fuck off, slut.”He often called me that, a slut. Never when his father was around but when we were alone. I guess he had a point in me being one. I was only twenty-four and I loved to wear sexy clothes around the house. Mostly because I knew Karl appreciated it a lot and because I had a body worth showing off. Tall, with deep brown eyes and dark brown hair I am the result of a Mexican mother and an American father. My skin is always tanned and my body is to dream for. I used to work as a model before I met Karl and I am not ashamed to say, I’m fucking hot.I went downstairs for a swim in the pool and left Brad alone. Brad She kept trying to be so extra nice to me but I was determined to block her. She was why mother was dead and I don’t think I’ll ever forgive her. She seduced my father. I know he would never do anything to jeopardize his family but that bitch, Tammy, ruined everything. Plus, she prances around the house like a whore.When, I finally began to calm down, I looked for some distraction. Maybe I would get online or watch my special videos on my USB which I took with me to camp. It had some very explicit photos of people I knew having sex and I couldn’t leave it lying for anyone to find. I thought about them and I got hard. I had to load them up on my computer.I grabbed my jacket and looked in the pockets. I was sure I had put it there but I couldn’t find it so I quickly checked my pants pockets and the inside of my violin case. The USB was missing. I began to panic but remembered that the slut had left my backpack outside my door. I quickly dumped the junk in it on to the bed, hoping against hope that I hadn’t left the drive in one of my dirty jean’s pockets. Running it through the washer and dryer would probably destroy it. Then, I saw it in the pile and let go a deep breath of relief.I went to my desk, booted my iMac, and quickly plugged in the USB. Wait a minute, I thought, why was my folder open revealing the video thumbnails? I never left it that way but I guess maybe I did last time. I was the only one to use it.I quickly forgot that and pulled my jeans and Jockeys down. My cock was not huge but my hard on was hurting inside my pants. I popped my favorite video open. It was this girl at school that loved to show herself off. She always arranged to have the guy hold the camera while she gave him a blowjob.On this one she had picked up a college guy at a near by fraternity. You couldn’t see his face but you sure could his cock as she worked her mouth up and down. Mine was big enough, one of my girlfriends put it this way ‘It may be on the smaller size of average cinsellik bilgileri but it would be perfect for anal sex when I am ready sometime.’ but this guy was huge. The high schooler couldn’t get her hand all the way around it but she seemed to stretch her mouth open, with no problem. I watched her and imagined that she had mine in her mouth and it made me even harder. Then he tensed up and starting shooting loads into mouth. She swallowed most of it and smiled up at him. When I saw some of his cum dripping down her chin, I came without even touching myself. Tammy After dinner Karl and I had wine and cheese on the terrace watching the sun set behind the mountains. The evening was warm and the air full of the fragrances from the flowers and bushes growing in our lush garden.I had pondered how I would bring up the topic of the USB and I found no way around it. I just had to tell him.“Honey, I found something in Brad’s backpack today.”Karl put down his glass and said, “Did you go through his stuff?”“No, no, he gave it to me so I could put his clothes in the washing machine.”“What did you find?”I took a deep breath before saying, “A USB full with porn and it seems like the girls are from Brad’s school.”“Oh shit, that’s not good. Do you know where he got it from?”No, idea, but I think you should talk to him about it.”“Mm, I will, in the morning.”He reached out and put his warm hand on my naked thigh and then gently squeezed it. “What about if you and I do something dirty?” he said.I giggled and got up. “I thought you’d never ask.”In the bedroom we quickly got naked and when I knelt in front of him his large cock was already rock hard. I loved praying to his shaft, on my knees, sucking and licking while massaging his heavy balls. As I opened wide my lips stretched to their limits and they slipped over his cock head.“Oh, yeah, baby, just like that, suck that cock,” he moaned.Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth and as I deep throated him I gagged and that made him even hornier.“Yeah, suck it, suck it.”I had to come up for air so when I let go of his shaft with a long slurp I said, “please fuck me, I want you inside me.”“Yeah, you want my cock in your pussy, or what about your ass?”“No, no, please, not my ass, you know I can’t take you there.”His eyes had changed and there was something mean in them. “C’mon, please, let’s try again.”I got up and lay down on the bed on my back. Slowly spreading my legs I used my fingers to spread my lips letting him see my gaping horny hole.“Take me, fuck my pussy,” I purred.When he entered me I sighed and closed my eyes. His cock filled me up and I thought it would reach the back of my throat. As he began pumping I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to meet every thrust. He literary lifted me off the bed and with his strength and began to fuck me standing up. His cock had my lips spread to their limits and I began to moan which turned into yelps which ended in a long scream as he and I came together. His cum shot into me and when he pulled out his cock but still held me the hot liquid ran down my inner thighs and dropped onto the floor.There was a bang on the wall and then Brad shouted, “Please, I need to sleep, stop fucking that whore, Dad.”“Brad, respect your parents,” Karl called back.“She isn’t my mother; she is just a fuck whore.”Karl gently let me down and I went into the bathroom to clean up. He leaned against the door frame and said, “I’m sorry, he’s such a brat sometimes.”I sighed under the warm water from the shower and after a while said, “It’s okay, cinsellik hakkında bilgiler I guess I’ll get used to it eventually.”When Karl went back to the bed I thought about what he had wanted. Anal sex, I would love to try it but he was just too big. We had given it a few tries but I could never take him which made us both frustrated. Some of my girlfriends had told me how hot it was to be fucked in the forbidden hole. I rinsed the shampoo from my hair and then grabbed a towel.“Honey, are you okay?” I said when I saw Karl sitting on the edge of the bed.“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just wondering where Brad got that USB from.I kissed his shoulder and then put on my night gown. “You’ll have to ask him in the morning.” Brad The next morning I dressed for school and went down for breakfast. My father was sitting at the table, reading the newspaper. As I went to get my cereal, I asked him “Why are you still here? Aren’t you supposed to be at your office?”“I am going in late, you and I have a few things to chat about.”With a little fear and anxiety, I went over to the table and starting eating. “Where is the slut,” I asked with my normal angry voice.“Well first of all, to answer that, she is still sleeping and probably will for a couple more hours”I breathed a sigh of relief but then I remembered his solemn announcement about talking to me and lost my appetite.“Brad, listen to me carefully because I am very serious. That is last time you will call Tammy a slut. I know that you are very angry at her, but I demand that you make some changes.”“I don’t know, Dad every time I see her, I think of Mom walking in on her and you. It makes everything go out of my head except seeing Mom dying because of her.”“OK, start simple. From now on just use ‘Tammy’ when you refer to her do that for awhile and we’ll discuss that again at some point.”“Alright, I’ll try but my mind goes blank so I may slip.”“I know you are going to very upset by her again so just keep calm. What is that file you have on your USB?”“How did you know about that?’“When you threw your backpack on the floor demanding that she do your laundry, you didn’t realize you left the USB in there.”“Yeah, but it was still in there when she gave me my backpack.”“Before she returned it, she, brought it up on her computer and looked at some of the videos. Then she put in back again so you wouldn’t know it.”“ Damn it. I just knew that slut…sorry…Tammy would pull something like this.”“I’ll be honest with you, I wish she had made me a copy because she said on the videos were very erotic and turned her on.”“Ew, Dad, don’t talk about that in front of me.”“She did tell me that some of the girls looked very familiar and that, in fact, she had seen one of them after school when she was waiting to pick you up.”I had no response. I looked down at my soggy cereal and was silent.“So, Brad, you will get me the USB or a full copy of the folder on another drive for me to have,” Then, without waiting for answer he put his coat on and left for work.I sat there for the longest time trying to figure out what I should do. Since she had already seen it, I couldn’t delete or change the data. Maybe having to call her Tammy will help me avoid embarrassment every time I see her.As I was pondering this, I heard a hoarse whisper from behind me. “I’m glad you are still here,” said Tammy. “I was on the stairs and overheard most of your conversation. I am so sorry I looked at the USB but, as your father said, I was very turned on by it.”I turned around and saw that all she was wearing was a short, see-through camisole. She took my breath away. Plus, I couldn’t believe it but I already had a hard on. Tammy I walked into the kitchen, one foot in front of the other like I had learned in modelling school as a teenager. It made my hips swing and as I came closer his eyes wandered over my body. I wore nothing under the camisole and as I moved it clung to my body showing of my round boobs and my shaved pussy.

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