BJ Video: Going Away Gift

CHAPTER 1: THE GOING AWAY GIFT

BRYCE

I hate the idea of Alex leaving. We've only been together a couple weeks, and already she has to leave town to go see her family. I'm crazy about her, and crazy about fucking her. It gets better every time. She rocks me the way no other woman ever has. I'm not ready to be apart from her. I tell her I'm going to miss her.

"How much are you going to miss me?" she teases.

"I'm going to have rope burns on my dick."

"From thinking about me, right?"

"Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"There's this thing called the internet..."

"Whoa whoa whoa, that stuff is gross. Please say you won't go there."

"Babe, I'm a man. We're visual. I need to have something."

"What about me?"

"You mean pictures?"

"Yeah, and maybe a video."

ALEX

I can't believe I agreed to give Bryce naked pictures of myself. And a video! He absolutely cannot get my face in any of them; these can't come back to haunt me.

We start with a bottle of wine at 10 a.m. because I'm freaked out.

"Alex, you're wearing way too much clothes."

"Let me start in my nightie so I can get comfortable."

Bryce takes a few shots, but isn't impressed. "Honey, you look adorable in that, but how about we switch to that sexy lingerie set I bought you?"

I escape to the bathroom and slip into my lavender bra and panties. Bryce likes these because of what the color does to my eyes. And my tits.

I strut out of the bathroom, and he lets out a low, appreciative whistle. "Mmm, I could use some of that. Bring that ass over here, baby."

"Bryce, focus, we have a job to do here."

He grabs his phone and takes a few full-body shots, shooting just up to my lips, and a couple close-ups of my tits.

"How about you lose the bra?"

"Hang on." I take another sip of wine for fortification. I've never done anything like this before, and I'm terrified of blowing my CIA career over a few naked pictures. I just trust that Bryce is shooting these right and not getting my face.

I pull the bra down so the fabric is under my breasts, which are now lifted up higher.

"Gorgeous. You have great tits. Now play with your nipples. Wait, never mind, I'm the man for the job." He jogs over and fondles my right breast, tweaking my left nipple with his teeth. He reverses the process with either breast until both nipples are red, swollen, and at full attention. A few more pictures.

"If you're going to wear that thong, you need to turn around so I can see your sweet round ass."

I swing around and he takes a few more shots. He pushes on my upper back until I'm leaning on the arm of the sofa. "Babe, that is what we call flawless; I need to get a bite of that." And he leans down and plants a firm bite on the side of my ass. Ow! That hurts! "Going to have teeth marks in these pictures," he chuckles as he takes some more shots.

Bryce is getting sick of the clothes obscuring his view. He pulls the thong to the side so my pussy is right there, hanging in the air. I am immediately self-conscious.

"Don't move."

I can hear the camera on his phone going crazy.

"Baby you're so hot. Rub your clit, let me get a picture of you touching yourself."

"Wait a minute! Pour me another glass of wine." I guzzle half the glass. "Ok, I'm ready."

I bend back over and tickle my clit. I'm starting to relax, and touching myself does feel good. I swing my hips side to side as I carve circles around my clit. Wow, that does feel good.

"Now put your middle finger in your pussy."

"Honey, I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"You can do this. I need to see this and think of you while you're gone. I'm going to miss you so much. Need to see that sweet pussy and think of my dick filling it up."

Slowly I slide my finger in. Oh God. I'm getting seriously aroused. I might do anything for this man.

"Baby, I need you to lie on your back and pull off that thong. Spread your legs for me." I shimmy out of the thong and get comfortable on the sofa. I cock up the knee that's closest to the sofa back and let the other leg splay open. I'm turned on, and he has an unimpeded view of my pussy, shiny and moist. He comes up close and takes some tight shots. I'm self-conscious, but also distractingly horny and starting to cream. My inhibitions are quickly evaporating.

"Look at that." He dips his head down and tongues me with a nice long taste. His fingers enter me, and he flicks his tongue against my clit. He pulls back and photographs his fingers inside me. "Gorgeous. I need to suck all that pussy juice out of you. I'm going to miss your taste on my tongue and your smell on my face."

"I'm glad you like it. I need you to lick it out." The wine has kicked in. I reach for my glass to take another sip. He takes it from me when I'm done. "Let me have a little."

He lifts up my butt and slides a pillow under me so my vagina is staring straight at the ceiling. I'm unsure about this until I discover his plan. Very gently, he spreads me open, then pours a generous sip of wine into my hole. "Don't move. I'm going to suck you out." I am quivering with sensory overload. He tongues the sides of me, sucking my lips and licking around the edge of my hole. Then he puts his lips in me and sips out the wine in one long slurp. He sticks his tongue deep inside to make sure he has every drop, then moves his fingers to my clit.

There, he is neither gentle nor slow, but starts rubbing me in shallow, vigorous bursts that send me shooting into orbit. Yesss. I'm bucking off the pillow, slamming his tongue deeper into my hole, and riding every ounce of pressure he puts on my clit. I weave both my hands into his hair, pulling the back of his head toward me, seating his face more firmly between my legs. I need that sweet release. My orgasm spins itself out in receding waves, bringing me slowly back to reality. My pussy is sated, and I am purring around Bryce's head like a cat.

When I come down, Bryce has pulled down his pants and is holding in his hand the fullest penis I've ever seen. The precum is dangling off in a milky ribbon. Need is etched across his face.

"Babe, we have to do a video."

"What could we do where you don't see my face?"

"I've got an idea. Nothing drives me crazier than seeing you suck me off. How about you give me one of your epic blow jobs? I'll hold the phone against my stomach so I can't see your face in the video."

"Are you sure it would work?"

"If it doesn't, we'll erase it."

ALEX

I can't say no to his irresistible cock, so I agree to give it a try. I fist that delicious bulbous head in my hand, sticking out my tongue to lick off the precum. I love making my tongue pointy and trying to stick it inside his hole, and he goes wild at the sensation. I start to lick around the edge, nipping with my teeth. He likes it a little rough. I hold his dick up and give his balls a nice firm suck. I tease them with my nails and roll them around in my palms.

While I'm sucking his head, I lift his heavy balls to reveal his taint, which I finger in long, luxurious strokes. He groans with each pass of my hand along that erotic seam.

His breathing is heavy and he's struggling to hold the phone still. His arousal is growing. I can hear it in the thickness of his voice and sense it in the irregularity of his breath.

I claim him in my mouth—I don't slow down, but shove the whole thing as deep into my throat as I can. I wiggle it around in circles so the entire head achieves contact with my throat. As I pull back, I let my teeth scrape gently along his shaft, letting him have a bit of the pain that he has given me elsewhere. His hips twitch to the sensation. He's lucky he's not tied up. I'm just drunk enough to play Dominatrix Alex.

He's groaning and pulling my head toward him. I've heard about face fucking, and that's where he's heading, but I'm not ready for that yet. I gentle the tension from his hand on the back of my head. He can sense my reluctance and lets up on my head.

When I pull back, I notice the phone is slipping in his hand. I push it back into his hand—he needs to hold it steady; I don't want him to get my face. I give him a smile and a wink to remind him to hold steady.

He's getting close, so I grab his shaft and start pumping and twisting hard. I pop his head in my mouth and suck him down to where my mouth meets my hand, making the tightest suction I can.

His voice is gravely as he says, "No hands." I've never not used my hands before. I thought hands were part of a blowjob. But if that's what gets him off, I'm willing to give it a shot. I remove my hand, and that's when things get real.

He gives up his strength to hold back, cradles my head in one firm hand, and pistons his hips at my face. My mouth is full, and I gag with every thrust. I'm choking on him; he is going deeper into me than I thought possible. How can my throat go back so far?

His head is thrown back. There's something so erotic about seeing such a powerful man give in to his lust that I find my desire. My fingers are between my legs. I wet them in my dripping hole then start rubbing my clit in frantic circles, mimicking the rhythm of his thrusting. My clit is engorged and can handle just a few strokes. I'm coming before he is, holding my mouth open and moaning on his shaft. My cries reverberate through his length.
I figure we'll give his video the best show possible. When I feel his balls tighten and the sperm rise through his shaft, I back off and let it squirt into the air. It hits me on the forehead, then the chin, and the last shot gets my nose. He reaches down and rubs his hand through his cum. Then he sticks his hand in front of my mouth. I lick his palm and suck his fingers like they're covered in hot fudge. Then I lean down and suck the rest off his dick, smiling up at him to show him how much I like it. He takes a deep sigh then presses the off button.

BRYCE

I've watched the video three times tonight and my dick is about to fall off from jacking off. You can see a little bit of Alex's face, but it's a mouth here, an eye there, so you can't guess who it is. At the end, you mostly see my hand rubbing my cum into her, with just bits of her face peeking through. It's the most unbelievably erotic video I've ever seen, professional porn included. Even if you could see her face, no one will ever see this.

It's so hot, I'm terrified to lose it. What if I lose my phone? What if I go swimming with it? What if I bust it while practicing for a mission? I copy it onto a USB stick so I have a backup. I put that in the backpack that I carry everywhere—it's always on me; it's safe.

CHAPTER 2: THE USB STICK

BRYCE

Where is that USB stick? I put it in my backpack, but it's not there. It's ok. I still have the video on my phone. And if anyone got the USB stick, they can't tell who's on the video. No biggie.

No biggie my ass. That's me and Alex on there.

I need to recall my steps. When was the last time I had it? Not at the bar, obviously. Not running on the beach. Not on the shooting range. Not in the bullpen.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I had it in the bullpen.

I jump in my truck and haul ass to the bullpen. I'm doubling the speed limit and running every red light. Please let it be sitting where I left it.

I get there, and most of the SEALs squad is there, huddled around a laptop. Flea looks up with a big grin on his face, "Hey dude, you need to come see this shit."

The blood leaves my face.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, fine."

I walk over to my teammates, and there, on what must be the world's largest fucking HD screen, are Alex's beautiful lips wrapped around my dick. She's sucking and flicking her tongue out and moaning like it's the most delicious dessert she's ever tasted.

I've watched the video so often I've memorized it. The part when she pulls her hand back and you get a good look at her gorgeous mouth. The part when she runs her tongue all along the bottom of my shaft then plants a kiss on my tip, exposing the lower half of her face. And the part where she looks up at the camera, her eyes dancing at me. Put all the pieces together, and there's no question it's my sweet little Alex.

I'm going to be sick. The squad knows Alex very well, but I convince myself that there aren't enough snippets of her face for them to piece together and identify her. And of course none of these guys have seen my dick hard, so they have no idea it's me. But I would be sick if they figure out they're watching Alex. There's no smooth way to get the USB stick back without tipping them off. I'm going to have to let them keep it and hope they don't figure it out.

Alex is going to kill me.

Rider gives a low whistle, "I could use some of that."

Tyler chimes in, "I need a copy of that video so Kate can take notes."

"That's cold, man."

"I'm speaking the truth. Video girl, here, can suck some serious cock. Mm-mm-mm."

My hands are balled into fists and I'm red. "Hey guys, don't you have better things to be doing?"

"Absolutely not," proclaims Flea.

I demand of Oso, "Chief, shouldn't you do something about this?"

"Yeah, man, I should find that girl and get her sweet mouth on my dick."

I'm about to explode. That's my girl these guys are staring at and talking trash about. Her mouth, her lips, her smile. But it's my damn fault for leaving the USB stick here, and for making the copy in the first place. What the fuck was I thinking?

"We've been trying to figure out who that is. Doesn't it kind of look like Alex?"

I fight back vomit. If they figure out it's her...I just can't go there.

I need a believable response. "Nah, man, she's too innocent for that shit."

I go home and drink a six-pack of beer. I'm a special breed of asshole. In an epic break from tradition, I don't bother jerking off tonight.