I couldn’t sleep. The thought of that next video taunted me. Who is in it this time? How long is he going to keep having these girls send me videos and photos? I have half the mind in sending it to some smut magazine and asking money for it, but I think that’s illegal. I could call the police, but there’s no leg for me to stand on in terms of harassment because they’re not, technically, harassing me. No threats to my livelihood or threats to my person. They’ll just tell me to block them and move on.
I sat up on my bed and retrieved my phone from my nightstand. I played the video and its the same girl, my doppelgänger but I guess its a different phone since it’s a different number.
“Ah, Monica, it is good to see you again! Did you enjoy the last video, I am sure you did.”
This girl is different. Very different. Another doppelgänger? Her hair style is different, a pixie haircut with red tips and platinum blond hair, and she has a freckle running across her nose. It’s cute, it added character to her – our – face. And like the last girl, she looks almost similar to me. Is he getting jollies just sending me videos of girls that I look like being fucked by him? That’s a very weird and niche fetish.
She also has a Russian accent. Russian me! It added to her allure, because even I found her attractive. Oh no, did I just find a kink? Girls with Russian accents? Am I gay now for girls with Russian accents? Let’s circle back to that later.
They’re sitting in the same type of room, but not the same room. The furniture are rearranged in a different manner.
She is sitting in front of the camera, bare chested and rubbing her large breast. Damn, she’s larger than me! She’s at least a DD, if not an H. Pink nipples and a nice shaped areolas, and a mole sitting under her left breast. She looked off camera to the right and nodded, then she smiled at the camera.
“Ah, what happened to the other one? Oh, she is nice, I’m sure you know, but she has some college classes to do. He is so handsome, how could you reject him?”
Without any sort of warning, his penis stretched across from out of frame. Her eyes went wide and she gladly accepted his offer into her mouth. She wrapped her red lips around his dick and she gave a satisfied moan when she sucked him off. I noticed something. There was a gap on the glove that allowed me to see a little bit of skin between the long sleeve he wore and the glove. He has a tattoo, or what looked like a tattoo of something, on his left wrist. A clue, finally! I played the video again and watched as she slobbered all over his manhood, lines of spit reaching across from her chin to his balls. God, that looked good, wow. I paused the video, I’ll save it for later on. I really need to sleep.
Morning came when the sun hits my face from behind my curtains. I got up and slipped on some sweats and a jacket, it’s fairly cold in this dreary apartment. I made some coffee, poured some cereal on a bowl with some milk, and had some breakfast.
I went about my day, working from home and sending out data to the company. Mind numbingly typing in numbers in a spreadsheet and doing some analysis. It’s an extremely boring job but it pays really well and allows me to afford this place. By 3pm I was done with work and so I went to the grocery store for some supply.
I leaned heavily against my cart as I ambled on aimlessly, grabbing a pre-made salad, a steak and some potatoes. The steak will be tomorrows dinner, the salad is tonight’s. I haven’t been eating as much lately.
“Monica, is that you?” came an unfamiliar voice from ahead. I looked up from my stupor to look at who it is and saw a vaguely familiar looking face. I feel like I know him, but I couldn’t place him. He’s a tall guy, brown skin complexion with a broad chest and shoulder and that V shape body that women fawn over. He wore a nice Rolex on his left wrist, glittery and shiny. He’s a handsome fella, nice chiseled jawline and strong eyes. He has ear length swept back dark hair. I feel like I’ve seen him before, but where?
“I’m sorry, my memory isn’t as good as it used to be,” I apologized as I gave an embarrassed chuckle. He looked almost hurt when I said I couldn’t remember him, but he hid it fairly well.
“Logan, from middle school. I was in Mr. Edward’s pre-algebra with you, we sat next to each other. You always asked for my homework before class and copied it.”
Did I, though? Middle school is 15 years ago, how am I supposed to remember that? I do vaguely remember copying someone’s homework, so I guess it’s this guy. I’m amazed he even remembers me. I was just an unassuming nerdy white girl in a time where being a nerdy girl is uncommon and weird. I was obsessed with Pokémon, still is by the way, and all things final fantasy.
“Logan, hey it’s nice to see you, how have you been?”
“You don’t remember,” he said in such a defeated voice that I felt bad. “Well, it has been a long time. Well, I think I’ve embarrassed myself enough, I’ll be over, uh, there.”
“No, no, wait, I’m sorry. How about we go out for coffee later and catch up, it’s not often I see someone from middle school of all time.”
He smiled, a very handsome smile and nodded. He gave me his number, I gave him mine, and we parted ways. At around 8 pm we’ll have coffee near this grocery store, that certain coffee shop with the mermaid.
7:30 came and I had to get ready. I slipped on a white tank top and a light pink jacket, jeans and sneakers. This is appropriate, I think, and it doesn’t really give of a signal that it’s a date. I don’t think it’s a date, it’s only coffee after all.
So I roll in and found him already sitting. I gave him a wave and went inside and ordered my drink, then when I got it I sat in front of him. I cannot place this guy, he’s too good looking for me to not remember. I’m such an idiot for not buying any of my yearbook, except for my high school senior yearbook because my photo was so good looking, so I can’t even look him up!
We talked for a bit about what he’s been up to. He’s been doing some freelance photo shoots and videographer, usually for weddings and graduations.
“I just cannot place you for some reason, why?” I said as the bug inside my head finally got to me.
“Oh, it’s probably because I was a fat chubby kid when I sat next to you.” He readjusted himself as he took another sip of his coffee. “Then I started working out. My family moved away after 8th grade.”
I remember him now, faintly. He was a portly kid, a nice one but unassuming and he didn’t really stand out. Mr. Edward’s class is the first one of the day and we would wait outside the classroom for him to come and open the door. I would always ask him for his homework and he would let me copy it.
“Shit, I remember now! We got detention because we got caught sharing homework!”
“Yup, that was me.” He took another sip, he’s left handed it seems, and his watch slightly slipped down. Then I noticed it, a tattoo on his left wrist. I’m paranoid by default so I started looking at him and analyzing him. The same skin coloration, I can’t tell about height but the tights he wore suggested that he is well built and muscular. I need more information, but I’m 90% sure it’s him.
***
I went home that night, sexually frustrated and steaming with paranoid anger as I’ve just had coffee with my alleged stalker? Is that the appropriate term? I think so.
He sent me a text, “It’s really nice seeing you again,” and I just looked at it in horny contempt. Maybe I should’ve prodded him more, see what comes out. Maybe I should’ve pressed harder and possibly get that Russian girls number.
I shook my head. I need to focus now. I got down to my underwear and on my bed, phone in hand. I pulled up her video and pressed play.
“Hmmm, he is so tasty. Monica, his dick tastes like it is always dipped in cum. So sweet, but a little salty yes?
He started fucking her face and I can see her eyes rolling back in pure ecstacy. God, that looked so good. Maybe if I stayed a little bit more with Logan, he could’ve had his way with me. I’m so fucking horny that I’m loosing my mind over this matter. Focus, Monica you horny bitch, you need some more proof.
As she detached herself from his nice looking prick, she looked at the camera with that shit eating grin. I wonder if I can pull that off as well. “Oh, how was your date today, Monica? Hmm, he was good looking you say? I bet he is.”
“What the fuck…? How in the? This can’t be real.”
The video is a day old, there’s no rime or reason how this sexy bitch can know that! I’m looking around my apartment now, on a stampede as I look for any sort of recording or camera. Nothing, fuck! No bug or anything. I haven’t really invited anyone into my apartment yet, and my parents are off somewhere in their “empty nest vacation” or some bullshit.
“Oh, girl, I am not a mind reader you silly goose,” she smirked as she kept stroking his cock, “you do not need to be afraid. Hmm? Oh, ok.”
She laid back on the couch as she gave the camera back to him as he gave a wider view. She spreads her leg and her nice pussy, tight pink lips and no pubic hairs either. Man she’s really sexy. I’m probably bisexual now thanks to this girl.
She gave that sexy ‘come hither’ look and waved her finger over. I think he’s either wearing the camera as goggles or he’s just really good at this, which made Logan even more suspicious because of his profession. He panned it down to look at her pussy as he penetrates her. His head split her lips apart and he slowly entered her, then he panned the camera back to look at her face as her mouth opened and she let out a sexy moan.
“Woooow, so goood! Monica, he’s so big and thick! *Bozhe moy,* he might stretch out my pussy!” Maybe-Logan panned the camera down and let the camera zoom in and out in rhythm to his thrust, or maybe he’s just bringing it closer to her and then out. But the sight, I can see him just fucking the shit out of this girl and she is loving it! I couldn’t help but finger myself in his rhythm, god I wish I have a dildo right now. Why don’t I have one anyway? It’s not like I’m having sex regularly. I’ll need to buy one, perhaps the same color and as close to his length and girth as I can.
“Guhhhh haaanh! So good, so good! Monica, he is just so good! Coming, I am coming!”
She shivered and her legs clamped down around him and she brought him in closer. He almost dropped the camera too, and I think I saw a hint of his face. It’s definitely him, it was a split second and I could see his face clear as I slowed the speed down and went frame by frame. I took a screen shot of it and proceeded to play the video again.
He brought the camera up offering me a view of her just squirming around. She’s sucking her thumb, I haven’t seen someone do that, but I did find it a little sexy. When her orgasm finally subsided he started thrusting into her again. Slower, then faster and faster. My own finger went inside my wet pussy in his rhythm and I could feel myself getting close.
“Fuck, Logan… fuck me faster,” I said under my bated breath as I closed my eyes and imagine myself in her position. I could feel it, I’m almost there. And when i heard her scream with pleasure as he erupted into her pink palace, so too did I achieve nirvana. I laid back on my bed, sucking on my digits trying to taste me as electricity wash over me like a great lightning storm, actually it’s also warm so it’s more appropriate to call it a volcanic lightning storm. God it felt great, and when I picked up my phone I can see his semen just pouring out of her. My back arched, not by my conscious choosing, and my legs tightened up and I curled into a ball. A ball of shivering, panting mess as I started to think about my life choices.
“*thuck mnogo sperma,”* she whispered breathlessly as she dipped her index finger down south, scooped up some cream, and licked it. “So good, Monica… so good.”
As he extracted himself, he brought his tool over to her. She looked at it and smiled, opened her mouth and allowed him inside. He thrusted slowly, allowing her to savor their taste, and he looked over to her pussy and found her finger slipping in and out. Finally, he took himself out of her mouth and she looked at the camera and gave a parting kiss.
‘See you next time, Monica.”
***
My finger hovered over the “send” button, with the words “I know,” waiting to be sent along with the snapshot. I gave a heavy sigh and sent it, locked my phone and threw it down on my bed. I stared at it for what seems like an hour until it finally buzzed with his name on the message.
“Hoh, you’re quite the sleuth aren’t you.”
I should feel anger. I should feel some sort of negative emotion, but I couldn’t. Instead, I felt so fucking horny and so fucking turned on.
“Coffee shop, tomorrow,” I texted back, “bring her with you.”
I licked my lips in anticipation.
**Translation**
Bozhe Moy: My God
Thuck Mnogo Sperma: So much sperm
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/plq4au/random_video_2
😋😋😋 I’m looking forward to part three