Harriet Peniston 4 - The Witness Program - The Entrepreneurial Spirit

Harriet discovers the truth behind the Witness Program

Harriet slept late the following morning after a night of strange and disturbing dreams, and realised that Andrew had already dressed and gone downstairs as she rose from their bed. She suddenly panicked about Witness’s bedclothes in the dryer and rushed down to the kitchen. But there was no domestic disaster. Andrew seemed to have everything under control. The kids were up and eating their breakfast. Harriet went into the utility room and emptied the dryer into a clean black bag. She returned to the kitchen.

She sat down and Andrew handed her a cup of coffee.

“Are you ok, mum?”, asked Hannah.

“Your mum’s just tired after last night”, said Andrew, his hand on Harriet’s shoulder. Harriet just nodded and sipped her coffee.

Andrew left for work and Harriet saw the kids out of the house with their school bags. Once they were clear of the close she immediately closed the curtains and picked up her phone. There was a new comment on yesterday’s video. “Perfect cream pie”. Once again she cast the video onto the large screen.

She watched her body and listened to her moans. Her hand went into her panties and she fingered herself as she watched herself being taken hard. She watched both of her videos a number of times before deciding to explore the site some more.

The site seemed to be free to join, but she was nervous about signing up. It seemed she could see it all without joining anyway, so she couldn’t understand how Witness was making any money. She had to find out.

Once again there was a box from the postman to take in and once again she waited for Witness’s van to arrive. Struggling with both the large box and the bag of laundry she made her way across the road whilst he watched from his door. She dumped them both in his hallway. He didn’t say thank you, but he did pick up the box easily under one arm.

She waited for him to climb the stairs before she followed into his room where she noticed his bed dressed with more yet more tasteful bedclothes. Once again she was facing his wide smile. She felt so small.

She undressed at his instruction, whilst he busied himself on his laptop. She heard the sound of a printer in another room and he left. He returned shortly carrying an A4 piece of card. He stood before her still clothed and smiled and nodded when he saw she was still wearing the necklace. He lifted it and let it fall back between her breasts, feeling her tit as it bounced.

“You said you didn’t buy me this”, she said.

“I didn’t”, he replied.

“Then who did?”.

“Hold this up and smile”, he said as he handed her the card. She looked at it. It was a certificate. The spade logo at the top, this time with a crown and the letters QoS underneath. The text read “Snowbunny HPSaucy is certified as Queen of Spades. Issued by the BNWO Council”. She held it up as he took a few pictures of her smiling with it held slightly to one side so you could see her tits.

“Who are the BNWO Council?”, she asked.

Witness shrugged, “I don’t know. I only print them out”.

“What’s this all about?”, she wasn’t going to stop asking until she had an answer.

He stepped back looking her up and down as if wondering whether to tell her.

“People rate you. When you get a certain score you get that certificate. It’s just downloaded from the internet. I didn’t make it”.

“How does that make you money?”, she wasn’t going to stop asking.

“SnowbunnyLoverTim bought you that necklace”, he said.

Harriet looked at him puzzled, she didn’t follow.

Witness sighed and went to his cupboard and removed a box and placed it on the desk. He opened it and she saw it was full of the necklaces.

“I buy them cheap. Men buy them from me at a much higher price to give to you.”. Harriet suddenly understood.

“But you can’t make much from that, can you?”, she asked.

Witness smiled. “You only need one necklace, but I’ve already sold quite a few for you”. Harriet smiled back at his cheek. He was quite the entrepreneur. Andrew might have even been proud. Witness opened the box she had brought with her and pulled out what looked like a piece of cloth. “These are yours too”, he said, throwing it at her.

She caught it. It was a pair of panties, very cheap panties, she thought. They were an off white cream colour with a large black spade symbol on the crotch. Inside the spade were the words “BBC Only”. She laughed as she held them in her hands, “That’s why we pay the licence fee”, she joked.

“Your licence is a lot more expensive”, he replied, “Put them on”.

They were made of quite thin material, but they fit. Despite their tackiness she thought they made her look rather good.

She stood there, looking over at his laptop. “So how much have you made out of me?”

“For you, so far, it’s 8 necklaces and 4 pairs of briefs”, he did a quick calculation and smiled, “That’s over £200 profit”.

“Wow”, she said.

“Then there’s the other stuff”, he said after a pause.

“Other stuff?”

“Sit down”, he told her as he made way at the desk.

She sat down and he launched a video. It showed a point of view shot of a man masturbating. Under his cock was a picture of her topless and smiling, holding up her necklace charm. Her face was clearly visible. She watched as the man ejaculated on it held the picture to the camera proudly, his cum smeared across her face.

“You can see my face?”, she was shocked.

“It’s not public he said. I have subscribers who pay for special access. They won’t share what they had to pay for”

“Do you want to see another?”, he asked.

“Yes”, she replied, fascinated.

The next video was a similar shot, a man’s cock, her picture, but this time in the background a video was playing on a TV. It wasn’t her. It was a woman on a bed surrounded by four large, black men.

She heard the voice of the man masturbating, “You fucking milf slut, you dirty married whore. Take that fucking cock, bitch”, his voice was full of hate. She felt abused and degraded. It played for a minute before Witness leant over and switched it off.

“I don’t normally look at these”, he said.

“Then why do they send them to you? If he hates it so much why is he doing it”.

“They pay for me to show you. I usually just write back a note from the girl to thank them. It seems to work”.

“So you wouldn’t even have showed me if I hadn’t asked”.

“Only if I thought you’d like it. Do you want to see another?”.

Harriet shook her head. It all felt so seedy.

“We should do some thank you videos.”, he said, “Not for these, but the gifts”.

“And that’s more money?”, she was getting wise.

Witness smiled and nodded. Harriet couldn’t help but feel impressed by the way he made it all work. “Ok, what do I have to do?”, she asked, a look of daring excitement on her face.

“First”, he said, “Let’s see you dance.”, then suddenly, “No hold on”, and went to his draw, from which he pulled out one of the spade tattoos. He peeled the backing off and started to apply it to her left tit.

“No, they don’t come off!”, she squealed, remembering the one on her bum that was still there having survived the shower. Witness left the room and returned with a small spray bottle which he handed to her. It was Temporary Tattoo Remover. Harriet read the bottle and nodded. He applied the tattoo with a damp cloth. She looked down at it on her breast, black against her pale skin. It excited her.

Witness turned on the music and held up his phone to record. Harriet stood there in her panties, topless, the tattoo displayed proudly on her breast. “Move”, he encouraged.

She started moving to the rhythm. “That’s it”, he said, “a bit more energy. Get them tits moving.”

She laughed at the instruction and gave a shimmy. Her tits jiggling along with her necklace”

“Good, now turn round and shake that ass”.

She turned, wiggled her hips and then did her best attempt at twerking before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t stop”, said Witness as he moved around recording, “push that pussy forward”. Harriet did some pelvic thrusts, showing off the Queen of Spades panties. “That’ll do”, said Witness.

“What now?”, asked Harriet.

Witness smiled as he undressed.

He stood by her as she gazed at his beautiful, big cock, remembering each of the week’s encounters. Smiling.

He set up his phone on a stand, and asked her to kneel by him, as he positioned it.

“Ok, we go through the list, that’s twelve names. You suck my cock, look at the phone and say thank you and then suck my cock again”.

Harriet smiled, she had been looking forward to tasting the black meat again.

“Ok, ready?”, asked Witness. Harriet nodded. “Ok it’s SnowbunnyLoverTim.” He started to record.

Harriet eagerly took his cock in her mouth as she looked at the phone, she sucked for a moment then broke off, giving a last little lick before smiling at the camera with her best TV presenter impression, “Hi SnowbunnyLoverTim, thank you for the necklace”, she held it up for him to see also making sure he got a good view of her tits, “I really like it, and I really like this”, she said as she eagerly returned to sucking the cock.

Witness laughed.

“Was that ok?”, she asked, slowly running her hands along his shaft.

“It was really good”, he laughed, “Just most women say dirtier things. But don’t change it, I liked it. It suits you”.

Harriet smiled, “Ok, who’s next?”.

Witness checked the list. “BetaBoi”, he told her.

Harriet worked her way through the twelve names, giving a little variation to each message. For the men who bought her the briefs, she would stand and slide her hand into her panties, before returning her attentions back to Witness. She was beginning to love the feel of his cock in her mouth.

She continued sucking eagerly once she had read the final message.

“Ok, now the finish”, said Witness. “You suck, I cum”, he laughed. “Keep it in your mouth and show the camera, then swallow and show your empty mouth”.

“Swallow it? I’m not sure I can”, she looked at him, suddenly showing some nerves.

“Yes you can”, he reassured her. “Ok”.

Harriet nervously returned her mouth to his cock, trying to take it in as far as she could without choking. She loved the dark taste, exotic and erotic. And was soon working it hard and was encouraged by Witness’s reactions to her attentions.

“That’s it, baby, yeah”, she sucked more, moving her head faster, her hands on the rest of his shaft.

“Now”, he said as he erupted inside her. She tried to keep her mouth on it as another load erupted. Cum was dribbling down her chin.

“Show me”, he commanded and she opened her mouth which was flooded with his cum. “That’s it, now swallow”, she closed her mouth and swallowed hard, but she struggled to take it all down. She held her hand up, concentrated hard and swallowed again. She paused for a moment, trying to keep herself under control, before opening her mouth showing it empty. She smiled at the camera before suddenly running to the bathroom. Witness could hear the coughing and retching.

She returned looking pale and asked for a glass of water. When Witness had returned with one, she took a large gulp and smiled at him. “I’m alright”, she said. She was actually feeling a sense of achievement despite her body’s reaction.

He let her sit for a moment and then said “So these guys get a video of you dancing, sucking my cock and giving them a personal message. They all think it’s just for them. They won’t share it as it cost them. You did okay, baby girl”.

The phrase sent a shudder of excitement through her body, she looked up at him and asked “Will you fuck me?” She instantly regretted phrasing it as a question.

Witness didn’t reply, he just looked down at her.

“My husband works from home on a Friday, so I won’t be able to see you till Monday”, she added. She felt wicked mentioning her husband while asking another man to fuck her. She liked it. She removed her Queen of Spades panties as he looked at her.

Witness nodded and went to get his phone stand. Harriet reached out and grabbed his hand.

“No”, she said. “Not for them. Just us”

Witness studied her carefully. She felt small under his gaze, but it felt good to be telling him what to do for a change. She wondered if he was weighing up whether to spend time with her when there wasn’t any profit in it.

He nodded again and started to undress. She laid back on the bed and gestured him to lay down next to her.

She reached out and stroked his body as he lay on his side facing her. His skin felt amazing, her white hand against his darkness. She stroked his cock, a wicked smile on her face as she nodded to him. “Be gentle. I can still feel yesterday”, she whispered. He grinned back.

She rolled onto her back and Witness positioned himself on top. “Kiss me”, she said and moved her mouth to his. Their lips meshed and she felt his tongue push into her mouth deliciously entwining with her own, as she felt him push between her legs and his length slide in. She loved the feel of him inside. Her hands on his back. His beautiful skin pressed up against her own. He was working a slow rhythm and she felt her body in synch with his movements. She wasn’t being fucked, this was making love.

Witness followed her moves and was encouraged by her moans of pleasure. He increased his stroke, firmer and faster. Harriet brought her legs wide and up and then entwined them around him. She was holding him tight with every limb, almost as if she was trying to pull him entirely inside her, swallowing him up.

She felt her orgasm grow. A feeling deep within her cunt, spreading up her body in a line till it met her abdomen, where it branched like a tree through her chest finally filling her head and flowering with exquisite pleasure. Witness felt her shake beneath him before cumming himself holding her close.

They lay together for a moment, before Witness stood and walked to the bathroom. Harriet felt abandoned as she lay in the ruins of her passion.

He came back into the room. “We are finished for today, You did well but it’s time you went”. He handed her the certificate.

“I can’t take this home”, she said.

“The bins over there”, he gestured towards his small desk.

Before she dropped it in the bin, Harriet took a photo of it with her phone. She remembered to pick up the tattoo removal spray.

Despite his abruptness Harriet felt happy. She dressed and practically floated across the road back to her home. It was another lost afternoon as she drifted around the house completely engulfed in the memory of their love making.

With everybody home she moved onto making dinner, her head was still elsewhere. She was preparing a bolognese when she absently poured orange juice into the pan instead of oil. She didn’t notice until she had stirred in the mince. Realising that dinner was ruined she announced they would order in Chinese. Nobody complained.

After dinner she was in the bedroom when Andrew entered and asked if she was alright. He was taken aback when his wife suddenly burst into tears. He tried to comfort her, but she pulled away from him. He stood looking at her, concerned.

“I’m okay”, she said thinking fast for a reason. “It’s probably just hormonal, just give me a moment.”. Andrew suddenly nodded in understanding and left her to it. Harriet went to the bathroom to wash her face when she suddenly remembered the tattoo on her breast.

Picking up the bottle from its hiding place amongst the bleach in the basin cupboard, she sprayed a little of the liquid onto her breast. She left it for a moment as instructed and then rubbed with a cloth. It came away fairly easily. She reached behind herself for the one on her bum, but paused. That was special, it was her first, she might as well keep it for a few more days at least. Refreshed and smiling at her secret mark, she returned downstairs to her family, nodding at her husband in reassurance. He smiled back.

That night as they lay in bed, Andrew reached over to her. He didn’t notice her flinch. “It’s okay love, I’m here if you need me”, he said as he rolled onto his side to sleep. She lay on her back, looking at the ceiling, remembering the feel of Witness’s skin against hers, and drifted off to sleep.

She was sat in a meadow on a picnic blanket laying out the food. Nearby she could see the children playing. Hannah was still only 7 and sat amongst the wild flowers contstructing a daisy chain. Daniel was 5 and running about throwing himself into the long grass and doing somersaults. Across the field by their car on the road Andrew stood watching from the other side of a gate. She didn’t understand why he didn’t join them.

Suddenly the ground shook, and with a roar giant, thick black tree trunks erupted from the ground thrusting high into the sky. They had cut Harriet off from the children and she looked around in panic as the trees blocked off every escape route surrounding her. They branched above her, blocking out the sky with their black canopy. She was alone in the dark forest clearing. From the trees she heard gutteral voices and suddenly small, hideous tree goblins started to emerge from the trunks, all with their small, twisted penises in their hands.

“Cheating slut, fucking milf, married whore”, they chanted as they advanced on her with their hatred...

Harriet awoke in a fright. She was breathing heavily and damp with sweat. She laid for a moment trying to control her breathing as the shadows of the room began to resolve into familiar shapes and the noise became the snoring of her husband by her side. She heard another, more distant noise, and she got up, crossing to the window to look out.

It was 3am. Across the close she saw Witness walking from his front door to his van. He opened the door and threw his bag into the cab. Harriet pushed her hand against the cool glass and attempted a little wave, but he didn’t look up. He climbed into the van, reversed off his drive and drove around the corner until he was out of sight. Harriet remained standing at the window until she could no longer hear the engine before returning to bed. She wondered what job he actually did with such strange hours, and lay awake wondering what she was going to do with herself.