Lies and Innocence (closed for cnuveau)

Brett did just as instructed stroking her clit until he could hear the urgency in her moans signal she was close to cumming. As she began to shivers lightly against his chest he plunged three fingers into her, stretching her pussy wide as he drove hard into her ass. Kitty's legs buckled as she came forcing his fingers deeper into her, drenching them. He thrust deep into her ass and cried out before unleashing a torrent of his cum deep inside her.

Brett held Kitty tight against his chest as he gasped into the back of her head. Pulling back slightly the head of his cock popped out of her ass followed by a stream of his cum that washed down her legs.

Brett let out a loud breath then released her.
 
"Now... you can wash me. Thank you." As he began washing her first with her back she put her hands there on the wall, allowing him to soap and walk her back. Then her ass.

As he went to wash her pussy she spread wider and murmured. "Since you fit three fingers in do it again with lube and I want you to just stroke them deep into me...." She had never felt so waton.
 
Brett dropped to his knees at her instruction and re-soaked his fingers with the lube. He looked up as the warm shower water splashed against his face. Reaching up with one hand he spread Kitty then pressed three fingers deep into her. He could feel her pussy stretching to accommodate his fingers as he stroked them deeper into her. Turning his hand slightly, he worked his pinky into her as well then began forcefully thrusting them up into her as she braced herself against the shower wall.
 
Her back to that wall as she softly shuddered there, watching him lube that hand, with those fingers in her and his hand twisting a little as he worked his little finger into her Katherine gasped and squirms, not realising as she felt more of her pussy stretching that more of his hand up into her, a moan as he felt her push down a smidge shivering.
 
Brett watched as most of his hand disappeared into Kitty. He became fascinated with just how much of his hand she could take. He pressed in hard until his knuckles lay poised to enter her. Her curled his fingers slightly then pressed further as she took his knuckles too.
 
Katherine watched his face for a moment and then she felt him curl fingers inside her pussy, That made her breathe deeper, she could feel her pussy stretching there and then something just eased inside her, a louder gasp out of her then as she felt her pussy getting wetter. A soft moan left her then.
 
As Brett drove almost his entire hand into Kitty he found her stretching to accommodate it more and more. His hands passage, aided by the lube and her wetness glided into her rather easily as she braced herself against the wall and moaned.

He started to wonder just how much Kitty could take and if she was of the mind to find out. He wanted to please her so he decided that she'd tall him when it was too much. Squeezing more lube onto his thumb he withdrew his hand and tucked it against his palm and slowly began to press his entire hand into her.
 
Katherine had never done that. But it surprised her in the way weirdly it felt hot. As Brett withdrew it she shuddered some, totally watched him apply more lube then seek to start pressing it into her again.

She certainly didn't tell him to stop as she felt him seek to push it into her again with his thumb tucked in. A low moan from her as she felt it and a panting breath. As he curled his fingers and kept slowly pushing she felt herself stretch to take in until both might be surprised as it slid inside and his wrist was the only thing sticking out. A loud moan out of her and he could feel her muscles move against his hand inside her.
 
Brett was amazed that Kitty was able to take his entire hand. Her muscles squeezed against his hand as she moaned. Brett began making subtle strokes into her, filling her with his fist as her hips rocked against it. As he felt it begin to move more freely into her his strokes became longer, stretching her as his hand emerged more then thrust back into her.
 
Kitty was more astounded it fit, and also how she could feel her body adjusting to it but also how full she felt and how he was working it with her. Brett only got a few more movements of that fist in and out before Kitty spoke, "Pull out back and put bring your mouth to my clit and stuck, when I cum.....carefully wash me after.. then we're going to dry dress and your going to ring Bruce and say you need more incentive. And hang up then your going to be good. Very good. Because we can't do anything from here so once Becca wakes your finding us all a flight out of her and back."
 
Brett eagerly did as instructed. His hand slid from inside Kitty leaving her pussy gaping as he brought his tongue to her clit and worked it hard against it until she came. He body shuddered against the wall as she pulled his mouth tight against her, coating him in her juices.

We washed her gently as she lay in a trance against the shower wall. Her body writhing against his soapy hands as they roamed it. When she was clean he turned off the water and dried her. He wanted so badly to wrap his arms around her and hold her as he had before but he sensed those times were gone. Maybe for good. The innocent trust she'd had in him had been shattered by his betrayal and he knew it wasn't coming back anytime soon.

Brett quietly dressed then walked out to sit on the sofa and call Bruce. He sat motionless for a moment as he worked out what he was going to say then dialed the phone. Bruce answered in a rage since his calls had been ignored for the last day.

"Shut up Bruce." Brett said halting his tirade. "The deal we had isn't going to work. What you're asking for is worth way more than you've offered and you know it. The price now is 10 million. Let me know when you're ready to pay." The forcefulness of Brett's words belied the desperation he felt to make things right with Kitty and he knew his new demands would buy them some time as Bruce figured out what to do next.

Brett's next call was to NetJets to arrange a flight back. He ordered a Gulfstream G5 and was confirmed for pickup in 2 hours. It seemed like enough time to get Becca moving and get to the executive airfield.

Finally, he set the phone on his leg and sat quietly waiting for Kitty to emerge with Becca.
 
When he was done he heard.

"..the fuck, bitch you slapped me...." from Becca.

Then nothing mostly because Kitty whispered furiously to her. "Listen well. I slapped you to wake your ass up. We need to get your dressed and get the fuck out of here. I need you sober."

Becca for once heard the desperation and tenseness in that voice which usually never raised in octave. "Do I need to kill him?" Becca finally whispered back.

"Not.. yet." Kitty said. Not smiling about it instead she sounded serious.

Becca noted that and instantly slapped her own other cheek to wake herself fully. She got up and dressed while Kitty found her yesterday stuff. The two came out looking serious.

"I'll send the hotel instructions to send our bags home. Unless you don't mind Becca breaking speed limits and being in the balder with me?" Kitty asked Brett as they left and put Beccas bags in their ride. Becca for once looked serious and sober.
 
Brett didn't know if it was a good idea for Becca to be driving the speed limit much less speeding given her recent condition but he wasn't going to question Kitty at this point. He followed along as she loaded Becca's bags then climbed into the back of the car to make himself as inconspicuous as possible.

The drive to the other side of the island was quiet and tense. He hadn't known Becca all that well but it seemed unusual given what he did know that she'd be so quiet so he assumed Kitty told her something. The thought of incurring both of their wraths worried him and he could think of nothing better than getting away from this situation and hiding in a hole somewhere. That wasn't an option though. He was going to have to lie in the bed he made whatever that meant.

Finally, she pulled up in front of the airfield and he called the rental company to let them know where to pick up the Jeep.
 
And so not picking up rheir bags Kitty rang the hotel and organised for their bags to be sent home another way. With that handled and someone else helping them load Beccas, check passports existed and get them on their plane.

Kitty briefly spoke to the pilot and co-pilot. Then to the stewardess she helped Becca to a seat. Katherine sat beside her.

Brett was seated. And not to long after it took off. The girls quiet the whole time. Becca sleeping through it and Kitty working on something on her phone. This she left Brett alone during the flight.

When some hours later they landed she thanked the crew they were all disembarked. Mike waiting along side another car. The girls hugged and Mike opened the door for Kitty and Brett.

Once again she was quiet on the way home and once Mike opened her door she slipped out. She thanked him then and told him he was getting a paid weeks vacation and that if she needed to go somewhere Brett would drive her or fetch things she needed.

Mike smiled huge hugged the heck out of her and immediately went for his personal car and left.

Kitty then went in meeting the staff. Smiling to them she told the maintainance staff to take a week off. A paid week. Each of the twenty something thanked her for it. And departed.

When Millie looked to the two noticing the tension she frowned a little. "Not my place I know. But it seems like Miss you want a week alone to work something out?"

As Kitty nodded without speaking. Millie mused, "Then Miss I will be here but invisable. We will cook and depart leaving you both meals for each day to have a you need."

Again Kitty nodded hugged Millie. Then motioned for Brett to follow her.

Once they were upstairs in the part which was between the two wings she sat and seemed to deflate there for a moment.

"So." She began, stopped stared at him for a moment and sighed. "Tell me how you think we screw him up? Can you uncover dirt on him we can use?"
 
The hours on the plane and the ride back to the estate were the longest of Brett's life. He didn't really know what to expect next and really started to get concerned when Kitty started to send the staff home when they arrived.

"Tell me how you think we screw him up? Can you uncover dirt on him we can use?"

Brett stood quietly for a minute thinking. He'd been thinking about just this questions since the previous morning but nothing he'd come up with seemed to fit. Suddenly it came to him.

"We spear phish him." Brett said somewhat excitedly only to be met with a blank look from Kitty before he continued.

"What I mean is I send him a video that's infected with a rootkit virus. Once he plays it it will give us access to whatever device he plays it on. From there we can go through whatever is there and see what we can find." Brett looked down to see if she was following before continuing. "He's expecting videos from me so that wouldn't raise suspicion. I'd send him one saying it's a sample of what I have or something like that. Problem is we'd have to send him something that he wouldn't be able to use against you. Maybe something like what he's expecting but doesn't show your face or something."
 
"And you know how to do this?" Kitty asked of him.

"But.... that means recording something." That had her looking a little worried. Perhaps understandingly. As odd as it was since he was right there she looked to him.

"Can...we manage that?" Katherine looking uncertain. "I don't want to accidentally give him anything that either gives us away. Or... gives him what he needs." Worry so much so on that face she looked pale.
 
Brett knew he could do it easily. At school when he was studying cyber security he and his classmates did a project on just this. It was an exercise in understanding that threats were out there and how they can be countered.

"Yes, I can do it. We just need something to send." he said thinking through what might work. "We definitely don't want to give him something he can use so we'll have to review whatever it is carefully to make sure there isn't anything definitive."

He knew it was clear to her what he was suggesting but he didn't necessarily feel like he was in the best standing to come right out and say it or even make a recommendation on what should be recorded. He stayed silent as he waited for her to possibly suggest something.
 
Kitty was quiet for a number of minutes. "Could, you get an angle that shows a very narrow field? As if you filmed it pointing right down at the action of... you fucking me from behind. But as if you were ... too into the action and watching, you forgot to get any frame of you, or of more than just my lower back. Since if I'm very deliberately soft there it could be anyone?"

It would obviously show his cock driving in and out of Kitty's pussy, or potentially her ass. Without actually giving anything which would pin it to being either of them.
 
Brett thought for a moment considering whether to question her or not. Eventually he decided he had to.

“I don’t think I can be holding the phone. That’d seem off to him I think. Might be better to prop it up on something directly behind us so you’re completely obscured. That way, all he really gets is a shot of my ass if we keep it panned just right.”

He thought for a second more. “Probably needs to not be your bedroom. “
 
She considered for a moment. "No, you're right there." A moment more of her thinking as she came to sit beside him. Without really thinking about it, but clearly needing the contact she took his hand into hers, holding it firmly.

"The massage room? It was designed to look like a massage room in a number of the top places in the city. White everywhere, and such? There's a bench there which should be the right height to let you get your, uh, ass there, and the table can be lowered, We'd probably need to fiddle a little back and forth to work out that it's just going to be .. right. We can move the table closer to keep the frame where you want it without it giving anything else?"

She knew it meant that she'd be naked there with Brett working on it all and then 'testing it' by seeing the shot. "And you could edit the length?"
 
"Yes, I'll edit it down and w e can both make sure we're satisfied that it won't be useful to him. The massage room will be perfect." he said as his mind drifted to memories of the massage he'd given her days before. His hands caressing her body, feeling her breasts respond under his touch followed by her exquisite orgasm he'd given her.

"Yeah, that'll work." he said absent mindedly as his thoughts drifted far from the matter at hand.
 
Katherine slowly nodded to his words perhaps in wanting to get that put behind them. "Do you believe we could do this now?" A curious look there to him. Even as she rose to stand, semi, idly pacing a little.

It might be obvious she was a little out of sorts with all this. As she took his hand leading him along into that room which had the massage area separated. With his help she got that table moved. A pause before she took her clothes off putting them well away and picking up a tube strawberry scented oil. For a moment she held it then passed it to him. Getting up on that table on her knees, lowering her upper body and spreading her thighs.

"Strip put the phone to record where you think it might line up then look at what it records. Then.. lube my pussy up very well. And lower the table to make me the perfect height. Test it check it. Then I'll turn about suck you hard then turn so you can slide in me and fuck me hard."
 
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Brett couldn't imagine the idea of fucking Kitty being unappealing but the in the moment as she barked out orders it was close. The feeling of excitement and anticipation just wasn't there as he adjusted the table lower so that it aligned well when he stood behind her.

He then went to setup his phone for a down the line shot of the table she was now perched on. He turned his head looking in the direction of the lens and paused for a moment as he took in the sight of her ass lifted and waiting for him. Her pink folds spread subtly inviting him to enter her. Brett felt his cock twitch as the anticipation he'd been lacking started to build.

Satisfied with the phones position he stripped his clothes off, hit record on the camera and stepped in behind her. His hands gripped her hips as his semi-erect cock brushed between her legs causing it to stiffen more.

He simulated a few thrusts then released her hips to look at what'd been captured. Satisfied with how little it showed of her and that the frame cut off at his shoulders he deleted the video, set the phone back in place and hit record.

As he walked back to her he squeezed out the oil, coating his hand then parted Kitty's labia and spread it liberally across her. With a fresh dab on his fingertips he rubbed them together to warm it slightly before pressing them into her to ease his path. He worked his fingers deep into her forgetting for a moment that this wasn't in preparation for a performance.

"Is that ok?" he asked as he began to withdraw his fingers.
 
Honestly it hadn't really been interesting her which was why she spoke about lube. But as he pushed those fingers deep into her he felt at first as if the lube was the only thing wet inside her. As he began to work those fingers in her there was a light rock of her back against him.

"...more?" This was asked in a voice which was actually excited. Question was, did he forget what it was for and suddenly push more fingers in her?
 
His excitement starting to build, Brett stepped to the side slightly getting out of the way of the view from the camera to his hand stroking into her pussy. As his fingers lingered inside Kitty he poured more oil into his palm and allowed it drip down his fingers before adding a third and pressing them into her.

Brett knew this footage would never make it into what they'd be sending to Bruce but he liked the idea of saving it off for his own personal use. Recording himself and someone else had never really occurred to him before but he couldn't deny how aroused he got reviewing his previous recordings and reliving the experience all over again. There was something so hot about how Kitty's body responded to his touch that, even in this situation, he couldn't help but want a memento to document the occasion.
 
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