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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I never really thought what I had done to my husband would come back to haunt me. I had a boyfriend for 2 years while married and was fucking him every possible way, cutting my husband out but still when it finally was over. When I finally got caught, and we reconciled a few weeks later, I thought it was over. Yes, I had agreed to do several things I was not very interested in doing myself but I had gotten used to them. I really didn't expect my infidelity to ever come back to light again, other than in the occasional fight with Chain. I was wrong.
A few years later, I was minding my own business one day on a Sunday afternoon when an email came in from an unfamiliar name. Looking at in on my iPhone it had a pornographic picture of a nude woman laying on a bed with a vibrator sticking out of her. I deleted it, not really looking at it |
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Look forward to see where this leads |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Very intrigued  |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The next day another picture arrived. It was a similar picture. There was something was written but I ignored it again just hitting delete. I get a lot of spam email and it seems the more I report it as spam the more I get.
The next day everything changed. Another email came in but the picture caught my eye this time. This time the woman wasn't nude. She was wearing a bright green corset with black lace. The picture was a selfie done in a mirror. Her face was out of the frame but her blonde hair and tiny breasts were prominent, and so was a necklace she was wearing. It all looked familiar. The picture focused in my mind. It was actually a picture of me. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Please continue |
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By *ussD1Man
over a year ago
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Mm liking where this is going.  |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Very interesting |
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By *abrina59TV/TS
over a year ago
moved to cuckold land |
mmm wonderful start look forward to more |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I had taken the picture myself for my boyfriend. It was taken several years before. Reading the email for the first time, I saw the words: "I know what you are. Answer me now."
I was freaked out. I collapsed onto a the floor. Terrified. Who was sending this? How did they get that picture? What was happening here? The fear overwhelmed me for several minutes. Then I realized I had to know more about what was happening to me.
I went back into my deleted emails. I was looking for the first two. When I found them, I realized what I had missed. The first photo had been taken by my boyfriend one day when we met at a hotel for a day of fun. I had let him take pictures with the agreement he didn't show my face. I had thought that even if they got out in public I could easily deny that a faceless girl was me. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The second one was also me. He had taken it on the same day. In this one I was lying on my back, totally nude, my shaved pussy showing. My little breasts on display. My then blonde hair. Someone who didn't already know it was me would never have known but I knew.
Both emails had the same message, the same as the first: "I know what you are. Answer me." Someone else knew it was me in the pictures too. I was paralyzed by fear.
What did this person want? How had they gotten these pictures? How did they find out it was me? How did they find me? I had no answers. I sat on the floor most of the day while I was supposed to be working, terrified beyond all measure. Nothing made sense here. It took me hours but finally, I decided there was nothing to be done but to answer. |
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Love to see what is going to happen |
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Scary but compelling reading …. More more |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Can't wait to see where this goes |
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By *ipmannMan
over a year ago
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Intrigued to see where this is going! |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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This could be fun. More please |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Oh dear |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Interested in where this goes  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Can’t wait to see who it is |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Ooooo intriguing |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I really didn't want to answer this email but I couldn't see any way out. Surely if I didn't send a reply then sooner or later these pictures and others I realized this mysterious person also probably had, would be publicly posted on the internet, probably with my name attached. I couldn't risk that. The only option was to answer and hope for the best.
I sat down at the computer and tried out lots of answers. After an hour, I finally settled on the simple one. One sentence: "What do you want?" I sat for fifteen minutes before I finally tapped "Send".
It took an hour before my phone pinged. It might have been the longest hour of my life until that moment. I really didn't know what to do with myself. I just sat there, staring into space, not focused on anything. Just frightened beyond anything I had ever felt. Something was happening, and I had no control over it. |
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Brilliant so far.
Absolutely love your pics on your profile as well?
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Very well written and great start ,looking forward to reading more  |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Mmmm do go on |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Please do continue soon. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The sound startled me from my daydreaming. Snatching my phone up, I saw the response. I didn't focus on the words at first. All I saw was the picture attached.
It had been taken at the same time as the first two. I was lying on my back, nude, pleasuring myself with a vibrator. You could see how big my breasts really were. But unfortunately, there was something else: I could see my face, or at least part of it. There was enough there that someone who knew me casually, if my name was attached, would have been able to identify me. That would tie all the other pics to me as well, as they were obviously the same woman. I knew I was screwed.
The message with the picture was even more frightening. "I want you. Your boyfriend carelessly left these pics and all your emails where I could get them. I took the time to track you down and like what I see. Just do what you are told."
There was a break, followed by these words: "Now, go to the bathroom and take a selfie exactly as you are now. Send it to me."
The fear ramped up to a whole new level. You see, as part of my deal with Charles, I had agreed to change myself. If he had divorced me, I would have had to pay him a ton of money. He had supported me all through school, paying my whole cost - tuition, books, my apartment, the car - everything. So I had stayed. He could have ruined me, especially if word of my affair had gotten out and destroyed my career. But there was a price I paid. |
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This is interesting, my guess is the mystery emailer is female ! |
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"This is interesting, my guess is the mystery emailer is female !"
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Amazing writing - definitely like to think the person being asked to send their selfie would send the same style of photo as your profile pic (looking awesome!) |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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intriguing |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I had agreed to do two things. First I had my nose done as he didn't like it. Second, I took care of my appearance all the time. I worked out at least once a day. I had dropped every excess pound, had even a flatter stomach than when I was in school, and looked awesome. I knew what I looked like. I also knew what it would do to my stalker.
Worse yet, I had just gotten back from the gym when this all started. I was wearing a black sports bra from Victoria Secret with trimmed in gold. I had matching yoga pants and that was it. I had pulled my hair down when I got home so I couldn't have shown myself off much better without working at it. Why couldn't I have been in yardwork clothes? |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I didn't know what else to do other than give the ba**ard what he wanted. A delay to change could be a real problem. I'd be afriad he would somehow know. There was no way out. I got up and headed to the bathroom. Looking at myself in the mirror, I saw a beautiful body that would excite any man. I thought a moment about trying to look bad but I finally decided to do it right. Turning to the side emphasizing my tiny breasts and flat tummy. Showing my face fully. He had me so I didn't want to aggravate him.
A quick snap in the mirror and it was done. I sent it back to whoever this was who had me in a bind. I was hoping against hope that this would satisfy him. There was nothing but silence for a day. Maybe it was over. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Love it |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Nice up to now. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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No such luck. By midmorning the next day, I heard my email ping as I blew out my hair after showering when I came home from the gym. I was in my robe. I picked up my phone only to see these words: "I like what you have done to yourself. Send me a pic in the smallest bikini you have."
I sat on the floor. This was getting harder each time but I didn't have a choice. Saying no would probably make things worse. Again, I decided to do this right.
It took me a few minutes to dig through my swimwear drawer but there was my metallic blue bikini. The cups were barely big enough to hold me and I'm tiny but I was committed. At the last second, I decided to go the whole hog. I slipped on my 8 inch clear platform heels to stack me up right, then snapped the pic in the mirror again. (I think at this stage maybe I was beginning to enjoy this a little).
This time, as I sent it back I asked "Please tell me what you want." I sat down to wait, hoping for a quick response. Of course, nothing came in that day. |
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I still think the tormentor is a woman |
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"I still think the tormentor is a woman "
Or the husband  |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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By the time Charles came home I was an emotional wreck. He could see something was wrong but I told him a BS story about breaking a plate. I actually had broken a plate when I dropped it at the sound of my email (more spam), so he bought it and left me alone.
It was not until about the same time Thursday that I received a response. I had come to dread this time of day. Sure enough, my email pinged, with this response: "To have you, of course. I understand from what you used to tell your boyfriend in your emails that you have a lot of very small very tight dresses. Put one on and send me a pic. Don't forget the heels. I really liked them in the last pic." |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I realized that doing this right had made it worse but maybe that's what I wanted all along. I also realized I had no choice now. If I resisted at this point, I would pay for it. I had to do something, no matter how small. I had an idea.
In my clubwear drawer I found my white, silk spaghetti strap, bodycon dress. Out of the closet came my brown suede over-the-knee boots with the 8 inch platform heels. Pulling them on, I stepped up to the mirror and took the latest pic. Deal with that, asshole.
I put the situation out of my mind for the rest of the day. One good part about having this happen at about the same time each morning was that I could try to get on with my life. Or at least I hoped. But there was always the nagging feeling that this couldn't go on forever.
The next morning came the email I had been dreading since this week began. "Great dress btw. Shows you off well. I know what you did with the boots, but I like them, so that's ok. But you convinced me to take this to the next level by your defiance. Nude. Now. With the clear heels."
Trapped by my own cleverness. I had no choice. I did as I was told. Expecting to have to change, I was already wearing just my robe, so it only took a few moments to put the heels on and position myself in front of the mirror. Wearing only my shoes and a smile, I took a picture of myself in all my glory. A moment later it was sent. As soon as I sent it I started crying but on the middle of crying I found myself playing with myself. |
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By *vbikerMan
over a year ago
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Ggetting better with each installment please keep going |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Love this |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Getting better |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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That night being a Friday,
Night Charles wanted to fuck. I really wasn't interested. I was to twisted up inside. I just lay there and let him rut. Sometimes there isn't anything else to do. I slept poorly, hoping that maybe I would get a break from my tormentor on Saturday. No such luck.
Around midmorning my phone signaled an email. Looking down at it, I had to run to the bathroom because I became instantly nauseous. Controlling myself, I looked in horror at what was I was to do next.
You see Charles had discovered something a couple years ago. There is an open field behind our house that goes on for over a mile. There are a few trees, a lot of grass, and not much else. Hardly anyone ever goes back there. We have a sliding glass door that opens on to the deck and patio, with the room inside it being a plush carpeted formal living room. We don't use it often, so the carpet is very white and the furniture the best in the house. The glass had curtains, which we left open most days and evenings to see out the back into the field. We usually would turn the floodlights on at night, but they only lit our backyard.
What Charles discovered was two important things. First, that if you turned the lights on inside the room and turned off the floodlights, the glass acted as a mirror. From inside, it was impossible to see anything outside. But from the outside, anyone out there could see in perfectly clearly.
The second was when we discussed one evening having seen a couple engaged in sex through a window, many years before. We laughed about it then but now, it got me very hot and bothered. Charles noticed that later in the evening when we had sex ourselves.
What happened was that he decided to put these two discoveries together. One Saturday night he pulled me into the living room and got me undressed. He proceeded to turn the lights in the room on and the outside lights off. Laying there on the floor, he fucked me while I tilted my head backwards to see the glass. I realized that, if anyone was in the field behind the house, they could see us fucking. There wasn't anyone there but what if there had been? It had the effect Charles expected it would. I had a massive orgasm that night. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Good story looking forward to the rest |
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By (user no longer on site)
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great story so far |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Hot |
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Brilliant story so far, please carry on |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Somehow this person had either found out about this or had figured it out on their own. The email, the longest one from him yet, said, "Tonight after 11, take your husband into the room with the sliding glass door, leave the curtains open, and turn the lights on. Get down on your hands and knees facing the glass and have him fuck you from behind. Make sure you keep your body and face up off the floor, so I can see your tits bounce and the look on your face, and you had better be enthusiastic about being fucked. As you are being fucked, think about this: I'm out there in the dark watching, and soon I will be doing exactly the same thing to you." |
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So it not the husband.
Well, that's my theory 'trucked'.
He might yet be involved though other than 'performing' |
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I still think its a woman maybe the husbands ex ? |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Couple of bear traps in the field, that’ll sort the fucker out!
Love the story. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I sat there not knowing whether I should be terrified or turned on. What should I do? I was about to expose myself, live and in full color, to this person - I assumed it was a man - that knew me, but I did not know him. He had gotten me further and further into his web, and it was only worse now after a week. Not wanting to have to come up with another lie, I controlled myself, came out of the bathroom, and started thinking about tonight.
We were going out to dinner anyway so I decided to wear something a bit more sexy than normal. I put on my black lycra halter jumpsuit, that has a completely open back. The sides of the halter come all the way down to my waist on the outside, with the V in the middle dropping to below my nipples. It shows quite a lot of the sides of my boobs, especially if I move around. A chain belt adds just the right touch. Add a silver necklace that hung down between my tits, 5 inch hoop earrings, and my silver sequin 8 inch platform heel boots, and I was ready to go.
I don't remember much about dinner. I decided to get a little tight, as I figured the booze would loosen me up. I was terrified that I would lose my nerve, or be so scared I couldn't perform. I barely remember the ride home, being in a bit of an alcohol fog. |
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Sitting here waiting.... Or am I in your back garden with for the show to start...... |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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As it turned out, I didn't need to worry. When we got inside, it was after 11. I took Charles by the hand and practically dragged him into the living room. It didn't take much to get him warmed up but I think I really surprised him when I asked him to switch the lights from outside to inside. But he did it.
He had that look on his face. The one that says he likes this. He pulled the halter of my jumpsuit over my head, letting it fall and exposing my breasts. I pushed it down over my hips, then moved quickly to get down on my hands and knees, facing the glass door. That was unusual for us and necessary, as I couldn't have Charles to push me on my back again.
I could tell Charles was shocked by my behavior. He looked at me for a moment, down on all fours, with my hair laying on my back. If he gets behind me, I usually put my face on the floor or mattress, so this was new. I rarely initiate anything with him, so he was a little behind this time. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Great so far |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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I heard Charles starting to get undress. As he did, I looked at the window. It was a complete mirror to me. I could see nothing other than our reflections. I could see myself, down on all fours, completely nude except for my silver boots and jewelry. My arms were fully extended, so my breasts hung free, fully visible from the front. My long hair was laying on my back and on both sides of my face and I was looking straight ahead. Somewhere out there, where I couldn't see him in the dark, was my unnamed tormentor, watching me.
Charles got down behind me, put his hands on my back and slid himself inside me. Only a woman can really understand what it feels like to have someone else inside you, especially someone you really don't care for. I closed my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the feeling of being fucked. I couldn't believe how hot and wet I was. I hadn't been this way in months, at least. I guess I really do get off some on being exposed for someone else to see.
As Charles started stroking into me, I began fucking back against his cock, gently at first but within a few moments as hard as I could handle. I hoped to get this over with as quickly as possible. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Great story so far |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The force of being fucked hard pressed the air out of my lungs each time his cock stroked into me, making a deep moaning noise. Within a minute or two, the impacts were snapping my clit into life, making this feeling so good, even as I knew what was really happening. I could feel the intensity rising as I quickly closed in on an orgasm. I could tell Charles was almost ready to come too.
As luck would have it, when someone was quietly watching us in the dark was also the first time in months I screamed as I came. Worse yet, Charles orgasmed at the same moment also, making for quite a show. I'm sure it showed on my face how hard I came. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Nice update! |
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Charles collapsed on my back, giving me an excuse finally to let myself down off my arms. They really hurt from the pressure they had held for the last few minutes. I wasn't sure how long I could have stayed up there. Also fortunately, Charles got up after just a moment and turned off the lights, ending my tormentor's show. A few seconds later, with the curtains closed, I got up off the floor and headed to bed to sleep this off.
I didn't make it there before my phone pinged with an email. "Great show. Looked like you enjoyed it." I hoped that would be the end of this. Not that I thought it would, but I hoped.
The next morning, about the same time as always, my phone pinged again. I looked at the email and was appalled but not really surprised. There was a series of photos of me there. One was of me just after I got down on the floor. You could see that I was nude, and that Charles, whose face was not visible, was still completely dressed. I looked for all the world as if I was completely submitting myself to an unknown man to be impersonally fucked, which I guess I was, in a sense. |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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The next one was taken just as Charles entered me. Again, his face was not visible but mine showed the look of pain and shock every woman's face does at that moment. Then there was one showing intense pleasure on my face, with my breasts obviously swinging in time with our movements. The last displayed me screaming as I came. In all, it was both an incredibly hot, and very humiliating, set of photos.
I couldn't take it. I just put the phone down and tried to ignore it. These photos did prove one thing - this wasn;t some sick joke of Charles'. I just had to figure out what to do.
Monday morning when I returned from the gym, I noticed something odd. There was a package sitting on my front porch. Just a small, nondescript brown cardboard box. It had my name and address on it, with a stick on label that looked like it was professionally shipped but I realized there were none of the usual markings of such a shipment.
Taking the box inside and opening it, I was really confused. Inside was a small black plastic box, about three inches long, an inch wide, and an inch deep. It had a short USB cable with a power plug on the end with it. No note, invoice, or anything else. I had no idea what this was or what to do with it.
I should have known better. No sooner did I have the thought than my phone pinged. The email was a bit longer this time. I was told to take the box to the bedroom, put it up on the dresser, and plug it in. Not knowing what else to do, I complied. |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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Yes! |
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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago
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I’m hooked |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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When plugged in, the box had no lights, sound, or anything else to tell me it was doing something. Deciding I couldn't do anything about it, I walked away. For about an hour, I went back about my business, getting cleaned up from the gym and a bite to eat, until my phone pinged again.
This time, the email was short: "Go to the bedroom." I knew it had to do with the box, but still had no idea what it was. That would change in moments.
I walked into the room and over to the little box. I fell backwards onto the edge of the bed when I suddenly heard a strange man's voice from it. "Hello D. Good to see you." In a flash I realized what the box was it was a nanny cam or more accurately in this case, a spy camera. It also apparently had the ability to transmit sound back to me as well. My tormentor had gotten inside my house. |
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By (user no longer on site)
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Nice! Recognise the voice? |
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