Harriet Peniston 7 - The Witness Program - The Virtual Cuck

Can Harriet keep this juggling act going?

The sun glinted off the calm, blue sea catching her eyes. Harriet was stood on the deck of a luxury yacht, naked, feeling the hot sun on her skin.

Above her stood Witness, resplendent in his white captain’s uniform. Around her worked the crew, all black. They were all naked too.

She felt their eyes on her naked body, but she didn’t feel ashamed. Her own eyes were on theirs. The way the sun glistened on their beautiful dark skin. Their muscular arms.Their powerful legs. Their perfect bottoms and their magnificent cocks. She smiled and Witness smiled down at her.

She heard a cry from the stern and turned around to see. The water behind them wasn’t blue and calm, but grey and choppy. She saw a life raft floating some distance away, and in it she saw Andrew, Hannah and Daniel all shouting for her.

She ran to the back of the boat and jumped into the water, striking out towards the raft.

Harriet was a good swimmer, but her legs didn’t seem to want to work properly and she was having trouble keeping afloat. She started to slip under the water. She woke up as she was drowning.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright?”, said Andrew, “You were tossing and turning”.

Harriet had her legs tangled and caught in the bedclothes. She started to free herself. “I feel sick”, she said.

“Can I get you anything? I really think you should see a doctor”, said Andrew with genuine concern in his voice.

“No.”, said Harriet. “No. Go back to sleep”. She felt a reassuring squeeze on her hand, and Andrew turned and fell back to sleep.

Harriet breathed slowly and her panic faded. She wished she’d asked for a glass of water, but Andrew was already snoring softly. She lay in her bed, wondering if she could imagine her way back to the yacht and the sailors...

Once the morning had come, Harriet decided to have a lazy day. She was feeling exhausted and she still ached between her legs from yesterday. She wondered about the female human body and how it was designed to accept such a pounding and feel such pleasure from it. The aftermath wasn’t as pleasurable, she decided.

The house could look after itself today, she thought, “I’m having a day off from it and Witness”.

It wasn’t long before she was looking at her content on the website again. Remembering that she now had an account she logged in. New folders appeared and she watched herself dancing in her panties. She did look good, she thought, smiling at the fun of it all. She hoped Witness was right about her subscribers keeping it all secure, as she was clearly identifiable.

She browsed her photos, again she felt a thrill at her appearance. Another folder contained pictures and videos that men had sent back, masturbating over her pictures and videos.

She didn’t really care for that, although there was a sense of pride that she was so desired. She noticed that she had messages. She remembered what Witness had said, but what was the worst that could happen? She clicked on the first message.

“Hi HPSaucy. I saw your name on the new members list and thought I’d say hi. I love your videos”.

Harriet replied. “Hi. Thank you for your message. I’m glad you enjoy them. I enjoyed making them”.

A reply turned up surprisingly quickly. “Thanks for replying. I think you are one of the best on here, really. Does your husband know?”

“No he doesn’t, but thanks for your kind words.”

“I find that even hotter you bad girl. At what age did you lose your virginity?”

Harriet may have been new to this site, but she knew what to do with a block button. Blocked. She moved onto the next message from another user. “How old were you when you first took black cock?”. Harriet sighed and swiped away the screen. Maybe Witness had been right after all? She wondered if he was fucking another woman that afternoon.

Despite trying to occupy herself, Harriet returned to the site a few times that day to look at her pictures and videos, revelling in the attention that they received, but she didn’t read anymore direct messages.

She thought about what Andrew had said about seeing a doctor. She thought about her behaviour over the past week and how she had been feeling a rollercoaster of emotions and rapid mood swings. She did feel tired so she googled her symptoms, and then wondered if she was bipolar, although she hadn’t experienced any of these issues before Witness. She decided that she wasn’t ill in that sense and no doctor would be able to help with her particular problem. She smiled when she thought she would be getting more of her preferred treatment for her ailment tomorrow.

The family rallied round when they got in and saw her dozing on the sofa. Hannah loaded the dishwasher and cooked a meal. It was a simple spaghetti bolognese, but everyone appreciated it. Harriet felt extremely guilty but was glad for her day off. She went to bed early, looking forward to tomorrow. She felt conflicted. It was as if she was at war with herself. She tried to return to the yacht in her sleep, but her dreams were once again confused and muddled.

The next day Harriet was up early, once again feeling energised. She wondered if not seeing Witness was the cause of yesterday’s lethargy. She needed her medicine, his attentions. She did her makeup and changed into a dress

Gone was the pretence of delivering his boxes. Once he had arrived home she went straight across and was welcomed in.

“I missed you yesterday”, she said. She saw his look and immediately regretted it. “I meant I missed your cock”, she said quickly. Witness smiled and indicated that she should go upstairs.

She sat on the bed. It was becoming a familiar and welcome sight. She bounced a little as she wondered what today would bring. Witness sat at his laptop.

“Do anything fun yesterday?”, she asked. Witness just grunted and continued with what he was doing.

“Another live show?”, he asked her. Harriet nodded. It had felt good having an audience.

Witness spent a little longer on his laptop. He was messaging someone, making arrangements. Eventually he launched a video chat and asked her to sit and talk

She looked at the man on the screen. He was fair haired and in his 40s. “Hello”, she said.

“Hi”, said the man nervously in reply.

He wasn’t unattractive, but his lack of confidence was obvious and it wasn’t sexy. Harriet looked across at Witness but he just indicated that she should talk more.

Harriet smiled at the man, “I’m Harriet”, she said and then wondered if it was wise to tell him her real name.

“I’m Brian”, he said. “Would you pretend to be my wife today?”.

Harriet looked across at Witness in surprise, but he just nodded.

“Yes”, she replied, “if you like”. She didn’t know where this was going.

“We’ve been out for the evening”, he said,” and met Witness. We’ve brought him back home with us so you can have fun while I watch”.

“Oh, okay. Yes”, she smiled at him.

“Just talk to me while it happens”.

“Okay.”, she said.

“Thank you”, he replied.

Witness took the laptop and placed it to the side of the bed, where Harriet could see it and Brian would be able to have a full view of the action.

“Okay”, said Brian, “try to look at me, yes?”.

Harriet smiled at Brian. “Yes”. She imagined it was Andrew sitting in a chair by the bed.

“Okay Witness”, said Brian and Harriet felt him climb onto the bed behind her, his hands reaching round to feel her tits.

Harriet relaxed into his touch, pushing back against him.

“That’s good”, said Brian. Harriet looked at him and smiled. Witness managed to pull her dress over her head and released her bra strap freeing her breasts. He was being extra attentive and it felt more sensual. It felt like when they were alone. Harriet had enjoyed her audience, but she was really enjoying this. She kept having to remember that Brian was watching. She lifted her Queen of Spades necklace to show him. He smiled and nodded back.

Witness placed his mouth around her left tit and flicked her nipple with his tongue, then sucking it. He had never done this before and it sent ripples of excitement through Harriet’s body. She moaned softly, stroking the back of his head. She heard Brian’s voice. “Are you enjoying that, Harriet?”. She moaned louder giving her answer.

Witness moved around. His cock where she could see it. She reached out and stroked it, feeling it’s hardness, and then moved towards it, taking it in her mouth, making sure to look at Brian as she did so. She sucked harder, trying to take him as far as she could, but once again she struggled and settled for sucking as much as she could and licking the head, so Brian could see.

“You like his cock, don’t you, Harriet. It’s bigger than mine”, and he tilted the camera so she could see him masturbating slowly.

“Mmmm, yes”, said Harriet, “but yours is nice too”. She meant it. Brian seemed to have a lot going for him if it wasn’t for his lack of confidence. She saw him speed up his action as the view returned to his face.

“You want him to fuck you?”, said Brian.

“Yes, please”, replied Harriet.

Witness got on top of her, settling between her legs and pushed his cock in. Harriet moaned with delight as he started to fuck her. She looked across at Brian and said “Thank you”.

Witness was fucking her like they were alone, not for an audience. Her hands on his back and behind, grasping and pulling him in. Her legs up, wide and around him. Her eyes on Brian, they were shining with ecstasy.

Brian kept talking, and she wished he wouldn’t. Her answers were short or just soft moans. She thought about Andrew sat there watching them, letting her have her pleasure. It sent an extra thrill through her body and she said “Thank you”, again. It wasn’t meant for Brian.

Brian was getting close, Witness was getting faster, Harriet went over the edge with a cry. “oh fuck, yes!.”

“Tell me you love me”, shouted Brian quickly.

“I love you, Andrew”, she cried as her body shuddered as the orgasm tore through her. Brian ignored the fact she called out a different name.

“Cum on her tits”, was Brian’s last instruction before he came himself. Witness pulled out and shot his load of semen across her breasts.

Harriet lay on the bed for a moment before she slowly sat up and looked at Brian. She ran her finger through the cum on her breast and sucked it. “Was that good?”, she asked.

“Incredible”, said Brian. Harriet wasn’t sure how much he had paid to watch them, but she wanted to be worth it. She smiled at him again and he switched off. She wondered why he had left so quickly.

“Can I use your shower”, she asked Witness, indicating the mess over her body.

“Sure”, said Witness. She got into the shower and Witness joined her. He pressed his body against hers. Kissing her deeply and passionately. His hand pushed between her legs, rubbing her pussy. She bit his shoulder. “Fuck me”, she said softly and he fucked her against the wall of the shower cubicle as the water flowed over them. It felt perfect. She didn’t want to leave.

“I can’t see you again, tomorrow. It’s Friday”, she told him, once he had finished. She was sad that they had lost a day this week because of her stupid temper, and another because ... well she didn’t want to think about whatever Witness had been doing. Was she stupid? She knew this could never really be like it felt in this moment. She wanted to hold onto this feeling as long as she could.

Eventually she went home, back to her other life. She started to cry again as she thought about how she was betraying her family. What was wrong with her? She took deep breaths, calmed down and started to cook the dinner.

Hannah and Daniel were thanked for helping out the day before when they got home, with the promise of a treat at the weekend. Andrew was greeted home with a kiss. He was still worried about her, but felt helpless. He just hoped that whatever it was she’d get through it.

That evening she gave him another blowjob, This time he enjoyed it, the panic of the first time replaced with pleasure. She took his cock deep into her mouth. She enjoyed the feeling of it, she didn’t struggle with the size and was able to develop a technique which worked for them both, sucking, teasing, licking, even going down so deep he entered her throat. She enjoyed pleasuring him till he came in her mouth. The guilt didn’t leave her, but neither did the desire for more sex with Witness. As Andrew fell asleep she rubbed her pussy until she had a silent orgasm and fell asleep with a guilty smile.