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Prick
by Lord Malinov

~~~

The door lurched open as Stephanie reached for the knob.

"Well?" said Liz, excitedly pulling her friend inside her apartment.

"I got it," said Steph, breathing hard and holding up the small grey 
camera.  Liz grabbed the offered device and dashed down to hall.  
Steph leaned over, putting her hands on her knees and smiling while 
she tried to steady her racing heartbeat.  "I can't believe I did 
that."

"Well, let's hope it wasn't in vain," said Liz, pulling cords from
behind her entertainment center.  "Tell me what happened."

Stephanie turned the corner and stepped into the kitchen.  "I need a 
beer," she called out.

"In the fridge," said Liz, tracing a line and then plugging a cord 
into the video camera.  

"Mark took off for Syracuse at four and just as he was ready to drive
off, I suddenly told him that I'd left my notebook up in the
apartment.  He gave me one of those looks, like he was in a hurry and 
what was I doing to his schedule and he started to head back into 
the building, but I smiled and told him just to give me his key and 
that he could just drop by my place on his way back Sunday."

"Sounds good," said Liz, her head pressed against the wall as she 
reached behind the console to make a connection.

"So I let myself in their apartment and put it right next to the 
mail."  Stephanie pulled a video tape from her purse.

"You even recovered the evidence?" asked Liz, smiling.  "Excellent."

"I had to.  I want to save it for Mark's birthday."

Liz laughed.  "You're so sweet."

"Besides, I don't even want to imagine what Rick would have done
with it.  Given copies to all his buddies, probably.  Anyway, I had
the hiding place picked out, and with two hours to myself, I made a
few adjustments to help make the mission more successful."

"All right.  Now all we have to do is rewind the tape."  Liz stepped 
back while the camera whirred.  "Let me get a beer and we'll see what 
we got."  Steph followed her friend into the kitchen.

"Rick came home about six and putzed around for a while.  I watched 
him from the corner of the room, nestled in behind some boxes.  
Finally, he stopped at the dining room table and looked through the 
mail.  When he put the bills down, he picked up the video.  I started 
taping then.  I thought it made a good introduction."

"Mmm, aren't you quite the artiste," said Liz, plopping herself down 
on the sofa and aiming the remote toward the equipment to begin the 
playback.

The television screen sparkled and wavered before fixing on the image 
of a young man standing next to a glass table, leafing through an 
assortment of letters.  Rick pushed a strand of sandy hair out of his 
face as he frowned at the bills.  Casually tossing the envelopes over 
the smooth tabletop, Rick reached over to pick up a video cassette.  
He turned the white label up so he could see what it said.

"To Mark, XXX," Rick read, laughing.  "Hello, nurse!"

"Ooh, he's such a prick," said Liz.

"As we shall clearly see," said Stephanie, taking the space beside 
her friend. 

Rick grinned lasciviously as the camera followed his short walk over 
to the television.

"He didn't even hesitate," said Liz, excitedly.

"I told you he wouldn't."

The television within glowed warm and Rick smirked as he found
himself watching Stephanie, dancing in a short skirt and leotard.  

"Mark, you lucky bastard," Rick said, turning off the tape player.

"What?" asked Liz, bouncing on the sofa.  "Where's Prick going?"

"Just wait," said Stephanie.  "Big Ricky wouldn't disappoint us."

Rick reappeared with a plastic bottle in his hand.

"What's that?" asked Liz, leaning forward to try and read the label.

"I think it's baby oil," said Stephanie, giggling.  "Rick intends to 
watch our tape in style."

"Ooh," moaned Liz as Rick unzipped his black trousers and pushed them 
into a heap on the floor.  His cotton briefs quickly followed.  Rick 
turned, adjusting the pillows.  Liz squealed.  "God, but I love that 
ass!"

"Mmm," said Stephanie, refusing to let her gaze wander.

"C'mon, Rick," Liz called out.  "Take off the shirt."  Rick picked up 
a remote control and sat down on the sofa.  He lifted his shirt up 
over his head.  "Yes!" said Liz.  "That's my boy."

Rick leaned back and watched, grinning as Stephanie's image danced
on the screen before him.  The camera's view of Rick zoomed in to
take a closer look at the dark staff lying restless in his lap.  The
slender serpent shifted and slowly thickened as muffled dance music 
churned in the background.  Rick teased his cock playfully, extending
its length with faint, familiar touches.

"Oh," said Liz, "this is incredible.  I can't believe it."

"I was holding my breath, watching him," said Stephanie.  "I was so 
afraid I was going to knock the boxes over."

The view receded, showing Rick sitting naked with a rigid dick.  His 
chest muscles tightened slightly and he thrust his pelvis up.  The 
cock strained and his dark, hairy balls surged.

"I think he likes you, Steph," said Liz, giggling.

The camera turned to check out the image on the television.  
A vision of Stephanie's bold teasing came into focus as she slipped 
the cranberry leotard from her shoulders, bringing her bare 
white breasts into view.  The camera quickly turned back to Rick.  He 
squirted a large pool of shimmering oil into his hand and ran the 
juice over his hard prick.

"Steph," Rick said, rubbing himself furiously, "what pretty titties 
you have.  Oh.  Show me those nipples, girl."

"What a prick," said Stephanie, short of breath.

"Oh," said Liz, her fingers working her way under her short skirt, 
"what a fine, fine dick."  Rick slowed his pace, tickling the length 
with his fingertips as he watched the image before him intently.

"I'll bet this is where you started showing me your . . . ?"

"Yes," said Stephanie, fingering herself, mesmerized by the naked 
dick on the television screen.  "He's watching me . . ."

"Oh, this is just wicked," said Liz, her face flush.  "I can't stand 
it any more."  She lifted her bottom and pulled off her black and 
pink flowered panties.  Steph glanced over to watch Liz spread her 
creamy thighs and rub her fingers madly around her glistening wet 
cunt.  Stephanie shuddered slightly and then pulled down her own damp 
panties.  An electric current ran through her when she touched her 
burning clit.

Rick stroked his dick fast and bit his lip.

"Oh, you fucking bitch," he said, angrily.  "I'd make you suck me 
with that pretty kiss.  I can't believe how hot you are.  C'mon, show 
me your cunt.  That's right, Steph.  Tease that little clitty for 
me."  Rick savagely stroked his turgid cock.

"Wow, Steph, you had him going," said Liz.

"He had me going.  Can you hear me breathing on the tape?  I was 
going wild, crouched behind those boxes, doing myself just 
like this, watching him wave that nasty thing."

"Yeah.  Show me your big ass, Steph," Rick commanded.  "Man o'man I'd 
sure put that pussy to good use, little girl.  Tell me you want it. 
Oh, yes."

"I couldn't believe how hot you were, showing me your stuff like 
that .  You are such a bad girl."  Liz twitched slightly as she 
spoke.

"I couldn't help it," said Steph.  "I wanted to get him hot."

"Hot," said Liz, lifting her bottom while rubbing her cunny.

"Steph, I'm gonna give it to you," Rick moaned.  He stiffened and 
trembled slightly, stroking awkwardly.  Thick white spurts shot from 
the tip of his throbbing prick, spraying over his chest and belly.  
"Ah," Rick moaned.  The camera closed in to fill the television with 
the last shudders of his dripping stick.

"Yes," screamed Liz, delightedly.  "Encore!"

"Oh, man, I need a fuck," moaned Stephanie, laughing.

"What happened after that?" Liz asked as the screen went grey with 
static.

"He went back into the bathroom.  When I heard the water running, I 
jumped out of my hiding spot, hit the eject button, grabbed the tape 
and slipped out of the apartment."

"Did he come after you?"

"I never looked back.  I just ran until I reached my car and then 
drove."

"Wow," said Liz.  "What do we do now?"

"Call Rick," said Steph.  "I think we owe him a party."

"Yeah," said Liz.  "Give me the phone.  I'll ask him if wants to 
help us make another tape."  Stephanie laughed.

"I'll bet he will.  He's such a prick."

~~~

Malinov

Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude

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