Teaser: Alison receives a message with her private, intimate content from an anonymous sender. She doesn't know who it could be, but she must do as he instructs or her most sensitive images spread to her family and beyond. Structured primarily as back-and-forth messages.
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Title: Anonymous Messenger
Author: ExploreHer
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I have planned roughly seven chapters so far, but we will see in the end.
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Anonymous Messenger
*ping*
“Small mocha for Justine!” Alison called openly into the cafe before returning to clean the counter, already spotless from her hours of downtime. She had opened Drips Coffee with the money she inherited from her grandmother a year earlier. She had put everything into it – renting the space, buying the lounge chairs, and Alison was surprised to learn that commercial esperesso machines cost more than her beat up old Chevy.
*ping* Alison’s phone buzzed in her back pocket, but she ignored it, trying to be a responsible business proprietor. Customers don’t like to see staff on their phones, after all. She continued polishing the espresso machine, hopeful that one day it would see more use than a few lattes each day.
Alison’s vision tunneled as the world faded while she stared at the only customer’s computer. He appeared to be working on a spreadsheet of some kind, surely someone important in finance or law. She zoned out, waiting for anything at all to happen.
*ping* her phone buzzed again, snapping Alison out of her daze. Annoyed, she pulled it from her pocket, waited a moment for it to recognize her face and unlock. A notification peeked down from the top of the screen:
Messenger: Anonymous, 1 photo, 1 video
Tapping the notification, it opened two side-by-side images. On the left, Alison’s naked form, taken from an amateur modeling shoot she had done earlier that year. On the right, the same still, but with a play button. Horrified, she tapped PLAY. The video filled the screen, and showed Alison standing in front of the camera. She raised her leg, resting her bare foot on the nearby desk for balance, revealing the entirety of her shaved sex, lips and all. Alison’s hands raised to her small A cup breasts, pulling her nipples as he released a small moan, barely audible on her phone’s speaker.
Frantically, Alison tapped the Volume Down button, bringing the video volume to mute.
Her heart raced. That video was supposed to be private, and deleted, only for the photographer from the original shoot. He claimed he needed to know how her emotions looked so he could correctly set the lighting and color for the scene, which was supposed to be a semi-nude erotic shoot for a private collector, but ended up full nude.
Alison: “I thought you deleted this, please delete it now.”
Alison kept the phone in her hand, eyes darting around the room, awaiting a response.
*ping* She quickly unlocked her phone to read the message. “You don’t even know who I am, what makes you think I deleted it? I just want to enjoy this a little. You want to bring others joy, don’t you Alison?”
Alison: “You aren’t the photographer?? I do not want you to enjoy this. Please delete it now. That video is my property legally and I have the copyright to it.”
*ping* “I am not the photographer. At least not the one you met. I am also not a lawyer, so I don’t know copyright law as well as you do, clearly. But I do know that your father’s name is Marv, your mother’s name is Paulette, your brother’s name is James. I know their emails, phone numbers, and social media profiles as well. Your father works at OpenBank, doesn’t he?”
Alison became lightheaded. Her vision blurred. This wasn’t the photographer, so who was it? How did he get her information? Her video? What else did he have? Was it even a he? Maybe it was the photographer playing some sick joke?
*ping* “So like I said, I just want to enjoy this. I found your video, and I loved looking at your petite body. That flat stomach, your small perky tits, your shaved cunt...or do you wax? Laser? Either way, I just want to enjoy you.”
Alison: “I am going to the police. They will trace your username or IP and they will find you. You will be arrested for blackmail and I will sue the shit out of you. Delete the video please and I won’t have to do that. We can just forget this even happened.”
*ping* “Oh I could never forget this happened, Alison. And neither would your father when the leadership of OpenBank gets your video. Or your brother when his soccer team see you tugging on those little pink nipples. Or your mother when she learns you pleasured yourself for the enjoyment of an amateur photographer so he could build his portfolio.”
Alison stepped away from the counter and fell heavily down onto one of the lounge chairs in the cafe, staring at her phone. A small tear ran down her cheek, unsure of how to proceed. Unsure of the consequences of one mistake. Unsure if she would have a future at all. Unsure if her life savings would be drained due to her failing cafe. Unsure of everything.
Suddenly Alison felt a tap on her shoulder. Her one customer, a shy older gentleman, who had left his laptop across the room, jumped back.
“I am sorry, miss, I did not mean to frighten you. I am so sorry.” The man brought his hands up as if to show he was not a threat. “I just wanted to ask if you would mind turning your phone down a bit. All of the *pings* are distracting me from my work.”
Alison shook her head. “Of course, sir, I am so sorry. I did not realize you could hear it over there.” Alison turned the volume to its lowest setting, while still audible. She felt a need to be aware if the conversation continued. “Please, take a muffin as an apology. We want you to enjoy your time at Drips Coffee.” She scurried behind the counter and grabbed a blueberry muffin, tossing it on a small plate, before handing it to the man.
“Well thank you, miss, that is very kind of you. I do love blueberry muffins and I have not had one in quite a while. You have indeed made me feel welcome at Drips Coffee.” The man raised the plate slightly, cheering her, before walking back to his table and laptop.
*ping* “Do we have an understanding, Alison?”
She chose to not respond. Minutes passed, feeling like hours in her mind, as she scrubbed every last surface spotless.
*ping* “Hello?” This message included a screenshot of her father’s LinkedIn profile, along with a draft email to the Chief Financial Officer of the bank, showing her video already attached.
Alison muttered “fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Alison: “What understanding? I don’t understand what you want or who you are.”
*ping* “Who I am doesn’t matter. But what I want is simple. I want to enjoy you. Send me a video flashing your tits to the camera.”
Alison: “Fuck you no. That just gives you more gross videos to blackmail me with. You won’t delete the first video so why would I think you will delete this one?”
*ping*: “Oh, Alison. You just don’t understand. I am a man. I have needs. Men, when we get off, we just want to be done. We show no more interest in the woman. All I want to do is have you get me off. You do what I say, when I say it, make me feel powerful, make me feel in control, and this will all be over soon. Knowing I am in control of your tight little body will surely make me pop soon.”
Alison snorted, disgusted by the anonymous message’s misogyny and blunt attitude. At the same time, he had a point. Every man she had been with before would thrust into her pussy, shoot his load, lay on top of her for a moment, then roll off and go to sleep. Every man she had blown would do the same - thrust into her mouth, shoot his load, hold her head for a moment, then stand up and zip his fly.
She paused, thinking. Not about anything particularly logical or specific. Just thinking.
*ping*: “Alison....do I need to send this email?”
Alison: “Fine. If I help you get off, you will delete everything and leave me alone?”
*ping*: “Yes, I just want you to help me get off, Alison.”
End of chapter 1
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This is just chapter 1 of what I believe will be seven chapters at least. Chapter two will be posted shortly.
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Warming Up
Alison: “Fine. Wait.” Alison dropped down below the counter, out of sight of the customer. She turned on the camera, its small green light showing she was recording. Using one hand, holding her phone with the other, Alison grabbed a fistful of her shirt and raised it, showing a glimpse of one of her breasts. She was happy that her A cups allowed her to not wear bras most days, including today.
She reviewed the video, only three seconds in length. She knew it did not show both of her breasts, but she was hopeful, maybe this would satisfy the anonymous messenger. SEND.
*ping* “A good start, Alison, you are warming up! But that is not what I asked. You only showed me one tit, and I told you to flash both. And now since you didn’t listen, I want you to roll up your shirt and tug on each one of your nipples for me. Both of them.”
“Fuck,” Alison muttered. “Shit.” But she did as instructed. Alison rolled her shirt above her breasts, on video, and first pulled on her left nipple, then her right. Clearly she was annoyed, but what choices did she have? SEND.
*ping* “That’s it, Alison, good job! I see why you were a bit of a model. That body is wonderful, and your face...mmmm. Do the same thing again, but this time stick out your tongue.”
Alison rolled her eyes, and again recorded herself lifting her shirt, tugging on each nipple, now already hard from a moment ago. She held out her tongue showing off her piercing, a reminder of her rebellious youth, and a gross reminder of an ex-boyfriend who insisted she hold out of her tongue every time he was about to finish. SEND.
*ping* “Good girl, Alison! You are such a good listener. Ugh how I would love to feel that tongue on my cock. I didn’t know you had a tongue piercing! Is that new? Remember that scene in Pulp Fiction? Where that chick says it’s a fellatio thing? Is that true?”
Alison shook her head side to side. She couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening.
Alison: “Yes, but I am getting rid of it soon.”
*ping*: “Aww, I don’t think you should do that. Maybe one day we will meet up and I can feel that tongue piercing for myself. Lift your shirt, hold out your tongue until your saliva drips down onto those tiny little tits.”
Alison peeked over the counter to see if anyone had come in. No one, and the existing customer was still sitting contently at his table, looking at his laptop, the muffin half eaten.
She raised her shirt, showing off her small tits and about half of her flat stomach. She held the camera at arm’s length, making eye contact with the lens briefly to ensure the camera was framed correctly. And following her instructions, Alison held out of her tongue, waiting for her own drool to fall to her chest. She waited. And waited. Perhaps the nerves had dried out her mouth. So, still filming, Alison closed her mouth and forced some spit to gather, before again opening to drool it down onto her chest. SEND.
*ping* “That one took a little while to load! 45 whole seconds just for a little bit of saliva....maybe that tongue is rougher than I imagined. Do you have a rough tongue, Alison?”
Alison: “I don’t know.”
*ping*: “That’s okay, we will get to the bottom of that soon enough.”
Alison sat quietly, staring at her phone, heart racing, terrified, awaiting her next instruction.
*ping*: “What color panties are you wearing today, Alison?”
Alison: “Blue.”
*ping*: “Lacey? Cotton? Flowery?”
Alison: “Just blue cotton.”
*ping*: “Show me. Pull down your pants and show me what kind of panties a nice tight little slut like you wears to work.”
Alison struggled to sit on the floor, trying to work her pants down to her knees. She twisted her body this way and that, showing the camera what were indeed light blue cotton panties, hiding her mound. SEND.
*ping*: “mmm, I love those. Cotton panties are so fun. Much better than lingerie, I find. Would you like to know why?”
Alison: “Not really.”
*ping*: “The reason is that lingerie shows how much fun you intend to have, but cotton panties show how much fun you are actually having.”
Alison: “huh?”
*ping*: “Keep those pants at your knees or lower. Maybe even your ankles. Spread your legs for the camera, but keep your panties on. Put your hand inside your panties and rub yourself until I see a wet spot. I want to know you are wet for me, Alison.”
Alison blinked rapidly, amazed at what she had just read. Could this person really expect her to be aroused for him? Didn’t he understand that physical reactions are not an indicator of intent or actual arousal, but only physical stimulation?
But she did as she was told. Alison remained seated on the tile floor, noticing a few dirty spots that still had to be cleaned in the corner below the register. She propped the phone up and tapped RECORD, careful to ensure her face, body, and sky blue panties were all clearly visible.
Alison’s fingers grazed over her pussy, hesitant, unwanting and unwilling to be aroused. But she pressed on, and slowly began to draw circles around her clit. Back and forth and around she drew her small, sensitive nub.
Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around.
Her eyes closed as she tried to envision being anywhere else. To escape. But to no avail. Alison opened her eyes, looked at the camera, and indeed saw a small, dark, wet patch in the center of her underwear. She removed her hand, seeing the tips of her fingers glistening slightly. SEND.
*ping*: “Good girl, Alison! See, I told you cotton panties show off how much fun you are having. That is such a nice wet spot. Especially on your light blue panties. You made a good choice today.”
Alison: “Okay.”
*ping*: “You started a coffee shop, Alison. With your grandmother’s inheritance, I know. Which means you must have good taste in coffee, cream.......taste yourself for me.”
Alison: “huh?”
*ping*: “Rub that pussy and taste yourself for me, Alison. Tell me how you taste.”
Alison rolled her eyes and slid her hand back down to her sex, rubbing it a few times. Back, forth, around. And then, on camera, brought her fingers to her lips. SEND.
Alison: “It tastes fine.”
*ping*: “mmm, I would love to taste that pussy, baby. I bet it’s so sweet. Tell me on video what it tastes like. Say it.”
Alison again popped her head over the counter to check on her only customer. He continued exactly as he was, scrolling down a spreadsheet. His muffin was almost all gone, just a pile of crumbs.
She looked depressed into the camera. RECORD. Whispering: “It tastes sweet. It tastes like I am excited.” SEND.
*ping*: “Fuck I love your voice, Alison. So sexy. Especially when you whisper like that. It’s like an ASMR video except with you talking about your pussy, fuck. It feels like pillow talk
Now slide your panties all the way down to your ankles and show me the inside. I want to see how big that wet spot is that was right up against your pussy.”
Alison wiggled her body again, sliding her underwear down, leaving her bare ass on the floor. She realized she should really clean the floor with an actual sterile mop far more often than she does. RECORD. Alison brought the camera to show the underwear pulled tight between her ankles, showing a much larger, and darker, blue spot exactly where her pussy rests. Unintentionally, the camera also captured an ever-so-brief hint of her outer lips, barely long enough to show that she had freshly shaved.
*ping*: “Fuck you must be loving this, Alison! Look at how wet you made those panties! And did I see that pussy? Shaved? Do you wax?”
Alison: “Laser.”
*ping*: “Oh, I see, when did you get that done?”
Alison: “When I was 19.”
*ping*: “Damn I should open a laser salon. Send me a good photo of your pussy. Keep your face in the frame
”
She knew this was coming, but she still felt unprepared. The vulnerability, the humiliation - Alison didn’t like the way she looked down there. She didn’t like the way anyone looked down there, to be fair. But she shifted her body, stretched out her arm, and CLICK. SEND.
*ping*: “Aw your look beautiful, Ali! Can I call you Ali? I might start. You look a little sad, but god damn that pussy looks fucking fantastic. Your laser person did a great job. I hope you thanked them properly”
Alison sat, pants and underwear at her ankles, ass on a cold, dirty tile floor, smelling her own juices still on her lips.
Alison: “Did you finish yet?”
*ping*: “No, not yet, But you did get me hard, that’s for sure. If only I could have you wrapped around my cock, I bet you’d make me cum in no time. But we can’t do that, so we have to find other ways you can get me there.”
Another tear rolled down Alison’s cheek. This was far from over, and she had just given her assailant, whoever he was, even more ammunition to threaten her with.
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Warming Up
Alison: “Fine. Wait.” Alison dropped down below the counter, out of sight of the customer. She turned on the camera, its small green light showing she was recording. Using one hand, holding her phone with the other, Alison grabbed a fistful of her shirt and raised it, showing a glimpse of one of her breasts. She was happy that her A cups allowed her to not wear bras most days, including today.
She reviewed the video, only three seconds in length. She knew it did not show both of her breasts, but she was hopeful, maybe this would satisfy the anonymous messenger. SEND.
*ping* “A good start, Alison, you are warming up! But that is not what I asked. You only showed me one tit, and I told you to flash both. And now since you didn’t listen, I want you to roll up your shirt and tug on each one of your nipples for me. Both of them.”
“Fuck,” Alison muttered. “Shit.” But she did as instructed. Alison rolled her shirt above her breasts, on video, and first pulled on her left nipple, then her right. Clearly she was annoyed, but what choices did she have? SEND.
*ping* “That’s it, Alison, good job! I see why you were a bit of a model. That body is wonderful, and your face...mmmm. Do the same thing again, but this time stick out your tongue.”
Alison rolled her eyes, and again recorded herself lifting her shirt, tugging on each nipple, now already hard from a moment ago. She held out her tongue showing off her piercing, a reminder of her rebellious youth, and a gross reminder of an ex-boyfriend who insisted she hold out of her tongue every time he was about to finish. SEND.
*ping* “Good girl, Alison! You are such a good listener. Ugh how I would love to feel that tongue on my cock. I didn’t know you had a tongue piercing! Is that new? Remember that scene in Pulp Fiction? Where that chick says it’s a fellatio thing? Is that true?”
Alison shook her head side to side. She couldn’t believe this conversation was even happening.
Alison: “Yes, but I am getting rid of it soon.”
*ping*: “Aww, I don’t think you should do that. Maybe one day we will meet up and I can feel that tongue piercing for myself. Lift your shirt, hold out your tongue until your saliva drips down onto those tiny little tits.”
Alison peeked over the counter to see if anyone had come in. No one, and the existing customer was still sitting contently at his table, looking at his laptop, the muffin half eaten.
She raised her shirt, showing off her small tits and about half of her flat stomach. She held the camera at arm’s length, making eye contact with the lens briefly to ensure the camera was framed correctly. And following her instructions, Alison held out of her tongue, waiting for her own drool to fall to her chest. She waited. And waited. Perhaps the nerves had dried out her mouth. So, still filming, Alison closed her mouth and forced some spit to gather, before again opening to drool it down onto her chest. SEND.
*ping* “That one took a little while to load! 45 whole seconds just for a little bit of saliva....maybe that tongue is rougher than I imagined. Do you have a rough tongue, Alison?”
Alison: “I don’t know.”
*ping*: “That’s okay, we will get to the bottom of that soon enough.”
Alison sat quietly, staring at her phone, heart racing, terrified, awaiting her next instruction.
*ping*: “What color panties are you wearing today, Alison?”
Alison: “Blue.”
*ping*: “Lacey? Cotton? Flowery?”
Alison: “Just blue cotton.”
*ping*: “Show me. Pull down your pants and show me what kind of panties a nice tight little slut like you wears to work.”
Alison struggled to sit on the floor, trying to work her pants down to her knees. She twisted her body this way and that, showing the camera what were indeed light blue cotton panties, hiding her mound. SEND.
*ping*: “mmm, I love those. Cotton panties are so fun. Much better than lingerie, I find. Would you like to know why?”
Alison: “Not really.”
*ping*: “The reason is that lingerie shows how much fun you intend to have, but cotton panties show how much fun you are actually having.”
Alison: “huh?”
*ping*: “Keep those pants at your knees or lower. Maybe even your ankles. Spread your legs for the camera, but keep your panties on. Put your hand inside your panties and rub yourself until I see a wet spot. I want to know you are wet for me, Alison.”
Alison blinked rapidly, amazed at what she had just read. Could this person really expect her to be aroused for him? Didn’t he understand that physical reactions are not an indicator of intent or actual arousal, but only physical stimulation?
But she did as she was told. Alison remained seated on the tile floor, noticing a few dirty spots that still had to be cleaned in the corner below the register. She propped the phone up and tapped RECORD, careful to ensure her face, body, and sky blue panties were all clearly visible.
Alison’s fingers grazed over her pussy, hesitant, unwanting and unwilling to be aroused. But she pressed on, and slowly began to draw circles around her clit. Back and forth and around she drew her small, sensitive nub.
Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around. Back, forth, around.
Her eyes closed as she tried to envision being anywhere else. To escape. But to no avail. Alison opened her eyes, looked at the camera, and indeed saw a small, dark, wet patch in the center of her underwear. She removed her hand, seeing the tips of her fingers glistening slightly. SEND.
*ping*: “Good girl, Alison! See, I told you cotton panties show off how much fun you are having. That is such a nice wet spot. Especially on your light blue panties. You made a good choice today.”
Alison: “Okay.”
*ping*: “You started a coffee shop, Alison. With your grandmother’s inheritance, I know. Which means you must have good taste in coffee, cream.......taste yourself for me.”
Alison: “huh?”
*ping*: “Rub that pussy and taste yourself for me, Alison. Tell me how you taste.”
Alison rolled her eyes and slid her hand back down to her sex, rubbing it a few times. Back, forth, around. And then, on camera, brought her fingers to her lips. SEND.
Alison: “It tastes fine.”
*ping*: “mmm, I would love to taste that pussy, baby. I bet it’s so sweet. Tell me on video what it tastes like. Say it.”
Alison again popped her head over the counter to check on her only customer. He continued exactly as he was, scrolling down a spreadsheet. His muffin was almost all gone, just a pile of crumbs.
She looked depressed into the camera. RECORD. Whispering: “It tastes sweet. It tastes like I am excited.” SEND.
*ping*: “Fuck I love your voice, Alison. So sexy. Especially when you whisper like that. It’s like an ASMR video except with you talking about your pussy, fuck. It feels like pillow talk
Now slide your panties all the way down to your ankles and show me the inside. I want to see how big that wet spot is that was right up against your pussy.”Alison wiggled her body again, sliding her underwear down, leaving her bare ass on the floor. She realized she should really clean the floor with an actual sterile mop far more often than she does. RECORD. Alison brought the camera to show the underwear pulled tight between her ankles, showing a much larger, and darker, blue spot exactly where her pussy rests. Unintentionally, the camera also captured an ever-so-brief hint of her outer lips, barely long enough to show that she had freshly shaved.
*ping*: “Fuck you must be loving this, Alison! Look at how wet you made those panties! And did I see that pussy? Shaved? Do you wax?”
Alison: “Laser.”
*ping*: “Oh, I see, when did you get that done?”
Alison: “When I was 19.”
*ping*: “Damn I should open a laser salon. Send me a good photo of your pussy. Keep your face in the frame
”She knew this was coming, but she still felt unprepared. The vulnerability, the humiliation - Alison didn’t like the way she looked down there. She didn’t like the way anyone looked down there, to be fair. But she shifted her body, stretched out her arm, and CLICK. SEND.
*ping*: “Aw your look beautiful, Ali! Can I call you Ali? I might start. You look a little sad, but god damn that pussy looks fucking fantastic. Your laser person did a great job. I hope you thanked them properly
”Alison sat, pants and underwear at her ankles, ass on a cold, dirty tile floor, smelling her own juices still on her lips.
Alison: “Did you finish yet?”
*ping*: “No, not yet, But you did get me hard, that’s for sure. If only I could have you wrapped around my cock, I bet you’d make me cum in no time. But we can’t do that, so we have to find other ways you can get me there.”
Another tear rolled down Alison’s cheek. This was far from over, and she had just given her assailant, whoever he was, even more ammunition to threaten her with.
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I could hear the pings when I was reading this. Did anyone else?
At first I thought for sure the dude with the computer was the blackmailer, but then the story mentioned he was working on a spreadsheet. Oh well, the mystery is the charm here. And making her do things while at work...
At first I thought for sure the dude with the computer was the blackmailer, but then the story mentioned he was working on a spreadsheet. Oh well, the mystery is the charm here. And making her do things while at work...
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I love a good blackmail story, and yours shapes up to be excellent.
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The Customer
*ping*: “I have wanted you to suck my cock for so long, Alison. I’ve imagined your lips wrapped around me so many times. I’ll still have to imagine it, but now we’re going to get me one step closer.”
Alison: “What do you mean?” Her nose wrinkled, disgusted at some man in her life, any man, was jerking off to the idea of a blowjob, imagining her like that.
*ping*: “Are there any customers around right now?”
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Who?”
Alison: “Just a man. On the other side of the cafe.”
*ping*: “That’s perfect. Go suck his cock. Record it.”
Alison: “What the fuck, no. Gross.”
*ping*: “Alison....come on. Say I’m your boyfriend and that we are kinky like that. .we have an open relationship so long as we record it for each other.”
Alison rolled her lips.
Alison: “He will know I am uncomfortable. I have been crying this whole time.”
*ping*: “Then hide it. Make him think you want it. We are in a loving relationship, after all. A kinky, loving relationship.”
She was horrified at the use of “love.” Nothing about this could be considered love. It was control, it was humiliation, it was uncaring, it was aggressive...but not love.
Alison: “What if he says no?”
*ping*: “He won’t. No man would. Alone and a beautiful young woman offers herself without strings? Every guy’s fantasy.”
He had a point.
Alison: “If I do this, you go away? We are done?”
*ping*: “If you are good enough at sucking his cock to get me off, yes.”
She debated her choices – if you could call it a choice.
Alison: “What exactly do I have to do?”
*ping*: “Have you sucked a cock before, Ali?”
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Then you know what to do. Go suck his cock until he finishes. Record it.”
Alison’s eyes darted around her makeshift enclosure behind the counter. She stood up, pulling her underwear with her, followed by her pants. She licked her lips, not in excitement, but trying to avoid fear-driven dry mouth.
She slowly began to walk, vision tunneling slightly, floating out from behind the bar. First show walked to the front door, twisted the deadbolt, and turned the small hanging OPEN sign to CLOSED.
Alison approached the old man, still staring at his spreadsheet. Her body felt cold, and she began to shiver, as if a fever was coursing through her veins.
Alison: “Excuse me, sir,” she said gently, with a tap on his shoulder.
The old man looked up, twisting his head to Alison. “Oh, hello-“ he said kindly. “the muffin was excellent.” He looked around the room, confused. “Do you need something? Are you closing?”
An unintentional gut punch. She understood that even on a slow day, no customers could enter, no income, poor reviews for being closed during the middle of the day...it could all come crashing down. All of the money from her grandmother could be gone.
“No, no,” she apologized, “I am sorry to interrupt you. This is going to sound silly, but I actually have something to ask you.” Alison hesitated, unsure how the man would react. “I, well, you, my boyfriend and I have this thing-“
The man’s eyes narrowed, unsure what the lovely young woman in front of him was trying to say. “Are you okay, my dear? Are you safe? Do you need help?”
YES, she screamed inside her head. YES, I NEED HELP.
“No, I am fine,” she continued, realizing her jitters had gotten the better of her. Her voice sped up, trying to power through what she had to say. “Well, my boyfriend and I have this thing. It’s going to sound crazy but, well, it’s kind of an open relationship thing, and he likes to watch me with other men, and take a video, and-“
The man furrowed his eyebrows. “I, okay-“ he said, unsure how to proceed or what exactly was being asked.
Alison continued, “So, it is a slow day, and we were thinking I could, like, maybe give you a blowjob and record it?”
The air became thick. Every speck of dust floating through the air highlighted by the sunlight through each window. Alison’s entire world grew silent.
The man jerked his head back slightly, and his eyebrows jumped in surprise. Never before had he been approached so boldly, especially by such a beautiful woman.
He exhaled. “I am honored,” he began, “I truly am. But I am married,” he raised his hand showing off a simple gold ring. “I swore my life to the woman I love many years ago. So I am afraid I must say no.”
Alison’s heart skipped a beat. “I am so sorry- I, I didn’t realize, please sir, I am so sorry-“
He laughed. “Don’t worry, honey, I appreciate the offer! But my heart remains taken. I wish you luck with your boyfriend, that is quite the adventurous relationship you to two have! My wife Roxanne and I never did anything like that. But we did go on our fair share of adventures before she passed. We were married for 50 years, you know.”
“I am so sorry, thank you, I am sorry.” Alison was relieved he was such a kind soul. “When did she pass?”
“Five years ago, now. As of a week ago. Thank you for asking.”
“I- that is a beautiful sentiment, sir. I am sure Roxanne was a lucky woman.”
Humiliated she turned away and walked back behind the counter. The stress crumbled her knees as she took out her phone. Relief was in sight.
Alison: “He won’t do it.”
*ping*: “What do you mean?”
Alison: “He still considers himself married even though his wife passed away five years ago. They were married for 50 years. He’s really nice, you should learn.”
*ping*: “I should learn? No, you should learn. You are going to suck his cock, one way or another. I don’t care what you have to do. Introduce yourself as his dead wife for all I care. Gag on a banana first. I don’t really care how you do it, you are a creative girl. Ali, go be the whore that you are and suck his cock.”
She blinked. Did he really just tell her to pretend to be this nice man’s dead wife? She wasn't sure, but that felt like a "straight to hell" type of sin. But perhaps she was already in hell.
*ping*: “Or, I could show you what other videos I have. Do you remember the Heineken bottle incident?”
Her eyes widened. How could he have known about that?
Alison: “Okay.”
*ping*: “Get a good camera angle, too. I want your full profile so I can see how deep your little whore mouth can take it.”
Another tear rolled down her cheek. Was she really about to betray a woman she hadn’t known long after she had passed away? To trick her husband? To steal him, if only for a moment?
Alison approached the man again. But this time, instead of tapping him on the shoulder, she pulled the chair opposite him away from the table.
The man looked up from his laptop, again confused at her strange behavior.
Without a word, she knelt down to her knees, then her hands, and crawled under the table. She was again disgusted at the crumbs on the floor – even in her own cafe that she worked so hard to clean. How long had they been there? Who dropped them? What even were they?
She crawled between his legs, and began to fumble with his belt. It was brown leather, with a well-worn brass buckle, which contrasted with his black shoes.
The man scooted his chair back in shock, and put his hands down on his lap trying to usher her away.
“Miss, I told you, I am married-“
Alison took her camera out, held it up, and tapped RECORD. The angle seemed good enough.
Alison responded, “Just pretend I am Roxanne. It has probably been a long time since you had a blowjob. I don’t want anything else. I promise.”
“Miss, I - don’t think -“
“Please let me make you come. I have to make you come.”
The man fell silent, which Alison took as acceptance. Her fingers resumed their work opening his belt, then his zipper. Her hands worked and twisted, trying to release this anonymous cock, apparently still soft, from its home.
Finally, without any assistance, she revealed his full member, raising it over his waistband. Her fingers wrapped around it, gently tugging, as she tried to look anywhere else. Anywhere other than his pubic hair, a white nest of twisted hair. Anywhere other than his cockhead, poking out between her index finger and thumb, still soft. Anywhere other than his ballsack, wrinkly and wedged somewhat uncomfortably over his waistband. Anywhere other than his face, which she knew was now looking down at her.
Her eyes returned to the crumbs on the floor. She tugged in silence, hoping he would quickly grow hard and quickly finish.
“Miss, may I ask, how old are you?” The man looked down, now admiring the young woman below him, her small hand massaging his member.
Alison avoided eye contact. “I am 21,” she said solemnly.
“Mmm,” the man moaned, as Alison felt his cock twitch. Finally, it began to inflate, filling with blood. “I remember Roxanne when she was your age. She was a tough cookie.”
Alison wondered if she was tough. Would a tough girl just do as some anonymous person threatened? Would a tough woman not fight back?
“Do you want to tell me about her?” Alison suggested. Her head dipped lower, and began to kiss the man’s balls. First one, then the other. Back and forth, ever so gently. She continued stroking him as he grew harder and harder. “Or do you just want me to suck your cock?”
The man moaned as Alison’s mouth finally moved to his cock. She kissed the head, then enveloped it in her mouth. It had been many years since he had felt such a rush, from Roxanne’s illness, and then into his life as a widow. He watched Alison intently, enjoying the view of a young woman with her mouth on his manhood again. He had forgotten how enjoyable it was to feel a woman.
“I remember Roxanne did everything her way. She never let anyone boss her around, she never took orders. She never even let me make the grocery list,” he chuckled.
Another gut punch, except this time, Alison felt it with a stranger’s cock in her mouth. She had blindly accepted instructions. She was being bossed around to do horrible things. She took orders. She didn’t even know his name – the man behind the messages or the man she was sucking. She tried to work out his age in her head...if they had been married for fifty years, and she had already been gone for five....”
Suddenly, the man groaned again and she felt a weak shot spurt into her mouth. She froze for a split second, then brought her hand up to the base of his cock, frantically jerking him off into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the tip as her lips kept the head firmly and warmly wrapped. Her fist wrapped around his shaft did most of the work, up and down, up and down from his pubic hair up to her lips, and back down again. He had finished so quickly Alison hoped this would even be acceptable for her anonymous puppeteer.
“I, oh, I am so sorry miss-“ the man pushed back. “It has been so long that I....just lost control, I suppose. I was not always so quick!”
Alison looked at the camera, careful to keep his cock in her mouth, until she pulled off. She opened her mouth, showing her white tongue to the camera, before swallowing it.
The anonymous man had not asked for her to swallow, but she hated cleaning up. She always had.
She looked at her phone, stopped the recording, and tapped SEND.
Alison looked up at the man and smiled politely. “Thank you for letting me do that. I am really sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”
The man laughed. “Uncomfortable? This is the best I have felt in years. You made me feel like a man again, and I appreciate you for it.”
He stood up and slowly fixed his pants. Alison used his chair, still warm, as leverage to help herself up. She wiped the corners of her lips, and was eager to get back behind the counter to wash out her mouth.
*ping*
“Thank you sir, that is very kind of you. We are closing now for the day, so I do have to ask you to leave, if you don’t mind.” Her leg shook in anticipation and anxiety, not knowing what the response in her phone could be.
“Of course, of course,” the man smiled as he packed up his laptop, placed it in his worn leather bag, and shuffled to the door. He leaned in for a kiss on the way out, but Alison turned her head in rejection. “Oh, I must have misunderstood,” he said solemnly, and proceeded to his car. She locked the door behind him.
Finally, she was alone.
*ping*: “Well done, Ali! You made him cum so quickly, good girl! I knew you had a talented tongue.”
Alison: “Are we done now?”
*ping*: “Well, you definitely have my cock hard. I’m leaking precum. Do you like precum, Ali?”
Alison: “Not really.”
*ping*: “I think it’s fun. It shows how excited you have me. How badly I want to fuck you. But it also shows I haven’t cum yet.”
Alison: “What the fuck you said you would finish then be done???”
*ping*: “I will, I will! I love that you are eager to make me cum, just like you were eager to make that old man cum. I don’t know about you, but I was wondering how old you think he is. 70? 75? 80?”
Alison: “I don’t know.”
*ping*: “We’ll go with 75 then, split the difference. Only 54 years older than you. Wow. Do you have any friends that fuck old men, Ali?”
Alison: “No.”
*ping*: “Damn, I thought maybe they could join in next time lol. But if you don’t, then I guess that makes you the whore of your friend group, doesn’t it?”
Alison’s eyes began to shimmer as they filled with tears, her lips quivering. She felt the saltiness of the old man surge back to life on her tongue.
*ping*: “Do you agree, Ali? Are you a whore?”
She understood what he expected.
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Yes what, Ali?”
Alison: “Yes I am a whore.”
She began to sob openly, the first time she felt truly alone not just in her cafe, but in life.
End of chapter 3
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I still have ideas for a few more chapters.
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The Customer
*ping*: “I have wanted you to suck my cock for so long, Alison. I’ve imagined your lips wrapped around me so many times. I’ll still have to imagine it, but now we’re going to get me one step closer.”
Alison: “What do you mean?” Her nose wrinkled, disgusted at some man in her life, any man, was jerking off to the idea of a blowjob, imagining her like that.
*ping*: “Are there any customers around right now?”
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Who?”
Alison: “Just a man. On the other side of the cafe.”
*ping*: “That’s perfect. Go suck his cock. Record it.”
Alison: “What the fuck, no. Gross.”
*ping*: “Alison....come on. Say I’m your boyfriend and that we are kinky like that. .we have an open relationship so long as we record it for each other.”
Alison rolled her lips.
Alison: “He will know I am uncomfortable. I have been crying this whole time.”
*ping*: “Then hide it. Make him think you want it. We are in a loving relationship, after all. A kinky, loving relationship.”
She was horrified at the use of “love.” Nothing about this could be considered love. It was control, it was humiliation, it was uncaring, it was aggressive...but not love.
Alison: “What if he says no?”
*ping*: “He won’t. No man would. Alone and a beautiful young woman offers herself without strings? Every guy’s fantasy.”
He had a point.
Alison: “If I do this, you go away? We are done?”
*ping*: “If you are good enough at sucking his cock to get me off, yes.”
She debated her choices – if you could call it a choice.
Alison: “What exactly do I have to do?”
*ping*: “Have you sucked a cock before, Ali?”
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Then you know what to do. Go suck his cock until he finishes. Record it.”
Alison’s eyes darted around her makeshift enclosure behind the counter. She stood up, pulling her underwear with her, followed by her pants. She licked her lips, not in excitement, but trying to avoid fear-driven dry mouth.
She slowly began to walk, vision tunneling slightly, floating out from behind the bar. First show walked to the front door, twisted the deadbolt, and turned the small hanging OPEN sign to CLOSED.
Alison approached the old man, still staring at his spreadsheet. Her body felt cold, and she began to shiver, as if a fever was coursing through her veins.
Alison: “Excuse me, sir,” she said gently, with a tap on his shoulder.
The old man looked up, twisting his head to Alison. “Oh, hello-“ he said kindly. “the muffin was excellent.” He looked around the room, confused. “Do you need something? Are you closing?”
An unintentional gut punch. She understood that even on a slow day, no customers could enter, no income, poor reviews for being closed during the middle of the day...it could all come crashing down. All of the money from her grandmother could be gone.
“No, no,” she apologized, “I am sorry to interrupt you. This is going to sound silly, but I actually have something to ask you.” Alison hesitated, unsure how the man would react. “I, well, you, my boyfriend and I have this thing-“
The man’s eyes narrowed, unsure what the lovely young woman in front of him was trying to say. “Are you okay, my dear? Are you safe? Do you need help?”
YES, she screamed inside her head. YES, I NEED HELP.
“No, I am fine,” she continued, realizing her jitters had gotten the better of her. Her voice sped up, trying to power through what she had to say. “Well, my boyfriend and I have this thing. It’s going to sound crazy but, well, it’s kind of an open relationship thing, and he likes to watch me with other men, and take a video, and-“
The man furrowed his eyebrows. “I, okay-“ he said, unsure how to proceed or what exactly was being asked.
Alison continued, “So, it is a slow day, and we were thinking I could, like, maybe give you a blowjob and record it?”
The air became thick. Every speck of dust floating through the air highlighted by the sunlight through each window. Alison’s entire world grew silent.
The man jerked his head back slightly, and his eyebrows jumped in surprise. Never before had he been approached so boldly, especially by such a beautiful woman.
He exhaled. “I am honored,” he began, “I truly am. But I am married,” he raised his hand showing off a simple gold ring. “I swore my life to the woman I love many years ago. So I am afraid I must say no.”
Alison’s heart skipped a beat. “I am so sorry- I, I didn’t realize, please sir, I am so sorry-“
He laughed. “Don’t worry, honey, I appreciate the offer! But my heart remains taken. I wish you luck with your boyfriend, that is quite the adventurous relationship you to two have! My wife Roxanne and I never did anything like that. But we did go on our fair share of adventures before she passed. We were married for 50 years, you know.”
“I am so sorry, thank you, I am sorry.” Alison was relieved he was such a kind soul. “When did she pass?”
“Five years ago, now. As of a week ago. Thank you for asking.”
“I- that is a beautiful sentiment, sir. I am sure Roxanne was a lucky woman.”
Humiliated she turned away and walked back behind the counter. The stress crumbled her knees as she took out her phone. Relief was in sight.
Alison: “He won’t do it.”
*ping*: “What do you mean?”
Alison: “He still considers himself married even though his wife passed away five years ago. They were married for 50 years. He’s really nice, you should learn.”
*ping*: “I should learn? No, you should learn. You are going to suck his cock, one way or another. I don’t care what you have to do. Introduce yourself as his dead wife for all I care. Gag on a banana first. I don’t really care how you do it, you are a creative girl. Ali, go be the whore that you are and suck his cock.”
She blinked. Did he really just tell her to pretend to be this nice man’s dead wife? She wasn't sure, but that felt like a "straight to hell" type of sin. But perhaps she was already in hell.
*ping*: “Or, I could show you what other videos I have. Do you remember the Heineken bottle incident?”
Her eyes widened. How could he have known about that?
Alison: “Okay.”
*ping*: “Get a good camera angle, too. I want your full profile so I can see how deep your little whore mouth can take it.”
Another tear rolled down her cheek. Was she really about to betray a woman she hadn’t known long after she had passed away? To trick her husband? To steal him, if only for a moment?
Alison approached the man again. But this time, instead of tapping him on the shoulder, she pulled the chair opposite him away from the table.
The man looked up from his laptop, again confused at her strange behavior.
Without a word, she knelt down to her knees, then her hands, and crawled under the table. She was again disgusted at the crumbs on the floor – even in her own cafe that she worked so hard to clean. How long had they been there? Who dropped them? What even were they?
She crawled between his legs, and began to fumble with his belt. It was brown leather, with a well-worn brass buckle, which contrasted with his black shoes.
The man scooted his chair back in shock, and put his hands down on his lap trying to usher her away.
“Miss, I told you, I am married-“
Alison took her camera out, held it up, and tapped RECORD. The angle seemed good enough.
Alison responded, “Just pretend I am Roxanne. It has probably been a long time since you had a blowjob. I don’t want anything else. I promise.”
“Miss, I - don’t think -“
“Please let me make you come. I have to make you come.”
The man fell silent, which Alison took as acceptance. Her fingers resumed their work opening his belt, then his zipper. Her hands worked and twisted, trying to release this anonymous cock, apparently still soft, from its home.
Finally, without any assistance, she revealed his full member, raising it over his waistband. Her fingers wrapped around it, gently tugging, as she tried to look anywhere else. Anywhere other than his pubic hair, a white nest of twisted hair. Anywhere other than his cockhead, poking out between her index finger and thumb, still soft. Anywhere other than his ballsack, wrinkly and wedged somewhat uncomfortably over his waistband. Anywhere other than his face, which she knew was now looking down at her.
Her eyes returned to the crumbs on the floor. She tugged in silence, hoping he would quickly grow hard and quickly finish.
“Miss, may I ask, how old are you?” The man looked down, now admiring the young woman below him, her small hand massaging his member.
Alison avoided eye contact. “I am 21,” she said solemnly.
“Mmm,” the man moaned, as Alison felt his cock twitch. Finally, it began to inflate, filling with blood. “I remember Roxanne when she was your age. She was a tough cookie.”
Alison wondered if she was tough. Would a tough girl just do as some anonymous person threatened? Would a tough woman not fight back?
“Do you want to tell me about her?” Alison suggested. Her head dipped lower, and began to kiss the man’s balls. First one, then the other. Back and forth, ever so gently. She continued stroking him as he grew harder and harder. “Or do you just want me to suck your cock?”
The man moaned as Alison’s mouth finally moved to his cock. She kissed the head, then enveloped it in her mouth. It had been many years since he had felt such a rush, from Roxanne’s illness, and then into his life as a widow. He watched Alison intently, enjoying the view of a young woman with her mouth on his manhood again. He had forgotten how enjoyable it was to feel a woman.
“I remember Roxanne did everything her way. She never let anyone boss her around, she never took orders. She never even let me make the grocery list,” he chuckled.
Another gut punch, except this time, Alison felt it with a stranger’s cock in her mouth. She had blindly accepted instructions. She was being bossed around to do horrible things. She took orders. She didn’t even know his name – the man behind the messages or the man she was sucking. She tried to work out his age in her head...if they had been married for fifty years, and she had already been gone for five....”
Suddenly, the man groaned again and she felt a weak shot spurt into her mouth. She froze for a split second, then brought her hand up to the base of his cock, frantically jerking him off into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the tip as her lips kept the head firmly and warmly wrapped. Her fist wrapped around his shaft did most of the work, up and down, up and down from his pubic hair up to her lips, and back down again. He had finished so quickly Alison hoped this would even be acceptable for her anonymous puppeteer.
“I, oh, I am so sorry miss-“ the man pushed back. “It has been so long that I....just lost control, I suppose. I was not always so quick!”
Alison looked at the camera, careful to keep his cock in her mouth, until she pulled off. She opened her mouth, showing her white tongue to the camera, before swallowing it.
The anonymous man had not asked for her to swallow, but she hated cleaning up. She always had.
She looked at her phone, stopped the recording, and tapped SEND.
Alison looked up at the man and smiled politely. “Thank you for letting me do that. I am really sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable.”
The man laughed. “Uncomfortable? This is the best I have felt in years. You made me feel like a man again, and I appreciate you for it.”
He stood up and slowly fixed his pants. Alison used his chair, still warm, as leverage to help herself up. She wiped the corners of her lips, and was eager to get back behind the counter to wash out her mouth.
*ping*
“Thank you sir, that is very kind of you. We are closing now for the day, so I do have to ask you to leave, if you don’t mind.” Her leg shook in anticipation and anxiety, not knowing what the response in her phone could be.
“Of course, of course,” the man smiled as he packed up his laptop, placed it in his worn leather bag, and shuffled to the door. He leaned in for a kiss on the way out, but Alison turned her head in rejection. “Oh, I must have misunderstood,” he said solemnly, and proceeded to his car. She locked the door behind him.
Finally, she was alone.
*ping*: “Well done, Ali! You made him cum so quickly, good girl! I knew you had a talented tongue.”
Alison: “Are we done now?”
*ping*: “Well, you definitely have my cock hard. I’m leaking precum. Do you like precum, Ali?”
Alison: “Not really.”
*ping*: “I think it’s fun. It shows how excited you have me. How badly I want to fuck you. But it also shows I haven’t cum yet.”
Alison: “What the fuck you said you would finish then be done???”
*ping*: “I will, I will! I love that you are eager to make me cum, just like you were eager to make that old man cum. I don’t know about you, but I was wondering how old you think he is. 70? 75? 80?”
Alison: “I don’t know.”
*ping*: “We’ll go with 75 then, split the difference. Only 54 years older than you. Wow. Do you have any friends that fuck old men, Ali?”
Alison: “No.”
*ping*: “Damn, I thought maybe they could join in next time lol. But if you don’t, then I guess that makes you the whore of your friend group, doesn’t it?”
Alison’s eyes began to shimmer as they filled with tears, her lips quivering. She felt the saltiness of the old man surge back to life on her tongue.
*ping*: “Do you agree, Ali? Are you a whore?”
She understood what he expected.
Alison: “Yes.”
*ping*: “Yes what, Ali?”
Alison: “Yes I am a whore.”
She began to sob openly, the first time she felt truly alone not just in her cafe, but in life.
End of chapter 3
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I still have ideas for a few more chapters.
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Re: Anonymous Messenger
This must be crushing for a pretty woman’s ego, to offer a blow job and getting turned down.
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This additional chapter introduced a new level of rape. The old man saying "no" at first meant he got orally raped too, even though he enjoyed it at the end. The complexity of this story is superb.
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Very interesting and different story. I’m curious about how this will play out and how long Allison will go along with it.