Chet- Muscular Destroyer Of Pussies And Lives

[ss7979]

Sarah had never seen a man like the one who stood before her. He had to be at least 6 1/2 feet tall. He looked to be wider than the restroom door frame that she could see a few feet behind him. She had come to the grocery store for a few things she needed. She hadn’t dressed up for the occasion, throwing her brown shoulder-lent hair in a ponytail and skipping on some unremarkable jeans. She hadn’t expected for the trip to Walmart to change her life. But here he was fucking her up without even touching her.


His dirty blonde hair was neatly trimmed and perfectly combed. His face looked like something Sarah would have seen in a magazine if she were the type of woman to look at those sorts of things. His arms had to be bigger than her waist. Each chest muscle jetted out from his body by a few inches and somehow she could imagine the neatly defined abs that must have lay under his tight tshirt. In spite of his immensity, he didn’t appear Bulky or comical like those bodybuilders you sometimes see on TV. No. This man was different. To be honest, this man looked like the man most girls would fantasize about if they were being honest about what they wanted most in a sexy guy- something like that guy who plays Thor in the movies or maybe that new guy who plays superman. You know, a perfectly sculpted face of jaw and cheekbone and the body that very very few athletes ever had even in their 20s. He look like those guys, only much, much bigger.


Sara doesn’t know how long she stared.All she knows is that it was enough time to have a profound effect on her body. She soon became aware that her nipples had harden. She became aware that her face was flushing and her breath was shortening, but most of all she could feel the changes that happen between her legs when she’s really turned on. Normally these were the types of feelings that she would feel when she and her boyFriend have been kissing and making out for 10 or 15 minutes. Normally when he was sucking on her titties and gently stroking the outside of her pussy lips she would feel this feeling. It would feel like the lips of her pussy we’re slowly engorging and like her Clit was beginning to throb. Normally she wouldn’t feel moisture until her boyfriend was nestled between her legs, eating her out for the 15 or 20 minutes it would take for him to get her to orgasm. But today she could already very suddenly feel a growing dampness.

Sarah has never had this happen before. She just looked at this guy and already her body was going places that normally took her boyfriend a lot of effort to create. To be honest Sarah had to admit that if she had been alone her hand would’ve been buried up her cunt digging for the orgasm that she already wanted so bad. But she stood paralyzed mouth open just staring at him.

The man in front of her was Chet Markson. Chet was used to this kind of attention. Chet had seen it pretty much anytime he went out of his house. The blank stare, the open mouth, the flushing, lips, the dilated pupils. It all let him know the effect he was having on the pussy the that was standing in front of him.

He knew that he was different from other men. He had realized it along time ago-probably back from elementary school. When kids his age were playing on the playground, he was already interested In sports and getting stronger. He loved the feel of winning- of domination. While he wouldn’t call himself a bully, Chet always possessed this underlying belief that he deserved whatever it was that he wanted. He remembers becoming obsessed with arm wrestling at about 8, beating boys half his age. He remembered wrestling and making the other boys submit, cry, beg for mercy. He always felt bigger, stronger, better than the other boys- even the older ones. This cocky assurance and ability to take charge grew every year as he grew taller and stronger. By middle school he had already Become an object of desire. By high school his body count was growing as was his size and strength.


By the time the Chet turned 18 wet pussy like the one Sarah had leaking in front of him was normal to Chet. At 18 , pounding a teacher on her desk while he was getting tutored or deep dicking freshman cheerleaders who went to the college near his high school was not out of the norm. Of course by this time, Chet had also realized that the differences between between him and other men didn’t stop at the size of his muscles, his height, or his confidence.

Chet had seen the reactions of the dozens of women when he pulled down his basketball shorts or unzipped his pants to know that he was dealing with something that no pussy had ever felt before the day he pierced it. Chet was 11 inches long and as thick as the wrist Sarah was unconsciously playing with to keep her hands busy and to subconsciously provide herself with a tactile sensation on her skin, skin warming more every second that she looked at Chet. Chet had busted enough pussy and heard enough screams. He had given both enough pain and enough pleasure to know that his cock was one of a kind. When he was younger he assumed he was just bigger than the guys in porn. Maybe they couldn’t get the big guys to film, he thought. By now he knew he was bigger than any man a woman had had—bigger soft than they were hard. So this fucking slut ready to finger herself into a puddle of cum in the middle of the produce section at Walmart was nothing new for Chet Markson. He was sure it would be minutes before her hand was up her cunt digging out an orgasm with his image in her head. His hand went down halfway to his knee as he cockily repositioned it giving Sarah a wink and causing her to gasp.

Sarah came to her senses abrupty when she heard the the woman with Chet call his name. Sarah quickly became aware that there were other people in the store and in fact that she was in a public place. The woman who had called Chet was straight out of Instagram. Her long black hair reached just down to her impossibly round booty. Her waist was tiny while her hips swung out wide and round. Her face was perfect- something Sarah would have seen flipping past a telenovela on a Spanish channel.
Sarah saw that the women was wearing clothes so revealing that it actually would have made Sarah uncomfortable had she not been so aroused. The woman’s shorts were tight with no pockets clearly outlining her impossibly full asscheeks. The tank top the woman wore showed skin at both the her top of her large cleavage and around the bottom of where the shirt rode up the woman’s curvy hips. The woman clearly wasn’t wearing a bra as her large erect nipples were clearly on display.

She had called Chet not in exasperation or annoyance, but in a loving, almost hypnotized voice. Her eyes had noticed Chet’s hand repositioning his monster, and subcontiouly her brain was conditioned to recognize an opportunity to sexually service the stud. She had already taken him twice that morning when she came over to do his laundry and give him his shower. But her mind craved more if an opportunity presented itself. The truth is she stayed wet for him any time he was close.

Before responding to the call of his name, Chet seemed to chuckle at Sarah . Sarah was pretending to be looking at tomatoes, but she was doing an awfuL job hiding the fact that the last few seconds had shaken her.

Chet turned to the Spanish goddess and grabbed the biggest handful of ass Sarah had ever seen. Chet said, “let’s go bitch, I’m ready to go to the gym.” In response to the rough ass grab, the woman emitted a coy, almost feline grunt. Chet and the woman walked toward the check out with Sarah now watching them walk away. Chet’s hand was still firmly planted on the woman’s ass. He hand was large, almost completely cupping one of the globes. The woman’s hips swang in an exaggerated way even as she leaned into Chet almost dwarfed by his size.

The short, tight workout shorts Chet wore showed the impossibly tight, round cheeks of his own ass so well. Sarah couldnt help but think she has never seen an ass so perfectly sculpted. As he walked his booty seemed to eat the fabric into his cheeks. Chet led the Latina toward the checkout as Sarah stared. She noticed how Chet walked straight into groups of people,allowing people to move out of his way. Every man saw the women and then looked away when they saw Chet’s size. Every woman glanced again and again as he passed.

That image of his huge arm wrapped around the most sexual woman Sarah had ever seen was too much. That image of the woman’s tiny waist and round hips, next to Chets towering shoulders, narrow hips, and huge round ass. The large legs that matched the girth Of the woman’s ass. Sarah was shaken.

As the couple turned out of sight, Chet squeezed her ass and effortlessly raised her off the ground, palming her ass cheek. Sarah paused. What was happening? Her body was tingling and she felt the need to urinate. She raced to the restroom—which as mercifully empty—and found a stall. As she shimmied down her panties and underwear, she saw that she was not just damp but was fully wet. Almost reflexively her hand went between her legs while her other pushed her bra up to find her hard nipple.


She felt her body respond immediately as the tension released fast. Her pussy contracted rhythmically with the rest of her body, spasming uncontrollabky almost rocking her off the toilet. The second contraction was even stronger than the first, this wave forcing her legs apart and letting out streams of hot clear liquid all into the toilet and down onto the pants around her ankles. The next few contractions were more like seizures. Causing her to buck and move with no control sending her onto the side of the toilet and down on the floor. The last few spasm left her shaking there, wedged between the commode and the stall wall, one hand still digging at her still spurting cunt.

Sarah would need to do this several more times in the hours that followed. Her fucking cunt had been activated in a way that no man had ever been able to do before. Sarah’s pussy needed Chet.

 

[ss7979]

Who was Chet? Since the humiliating experience in the bathroom Wednesday, this one question consumed her. Well the truth is she had many questions. Was he real? Was this a hallucination? Had he really winked at her? Was that his dick that he grabbed half-way down his leg? Did that gorgeous girl really let him treat her like that?

But most of all? How could she see him again?

The orgasms continued Wednesday night. She would distract herself for a while but then the image of him would resurface and the desire would grow fast. She woke Thursday morning to an intense wet dream. Her tummy was rolling and her legs, though squeezed tightly together, were emitting squirts of cunt juice down her asscheeks and into a pool on the sheets.

Friday was a little better. She tried to focus her energy on actually finding Chet rather than simply fucking herself thinking of him. She had done well until she got to work Friday night. Sara was a nurse who worked in the ER at the local hospital. Her shift had gone pretty much as usual. Lots of middle-age women coming in with made up heart attack related issues. Overprotective parents bringing in kids with mildly sprained ankles. Just before the end of her shift a man came in with bruises all over his face and body. His upper arm was broken and his face had fractures. His ribs were broken in three places.

On the man’s intake report he said he had been in an altercation. It was hard to imagine how this man could lose a fight. This was a big guy-muscular not ripped. but clearly in good shape. He was wearing the Tshirt of a local MMA club and was covered in rough-looking tattoos. Clearly he was someone who worked out often. Seated near the man and crying was a young woman. She was blonde and curvy. It look like she could be a model. She was sobbing as was he.

After taking care of the man’s wounds and administering some pain medicine, Sara asked some of her colleagues what the backstory was. Clearly there had been some violence here. Sara found out that the man had walked in on the blonde cheating. In a fit of rage the man had attempted to punch the guy who he found on top of his girlfriend of five years. But clearly this had gone badly. The woman confessed that she cheated. She kept saying,” I couldn’t help it.”

Something about the case interested Sara. What happened? What did she mean, “couldn’t help it”?

When the social work finally came in for questioning, it became clear that the man had attempted to fight the man who is mounting his girlfriend. While at first the other guy just laughed and swatted the boyfriend away, Eventually he got annoyed and delivered several blows. At one point apparently the man was pounding the woman while he held this man down on the bed by his neck. Through this all, he continued to fuck the woman. Through tears the man lying in the hospital bed kept saying that his girlfriend kept cumming though it all. He kept saying, “She didn’t care. She wouldn’t stop.”

As the man was saying this all, the blonde seemed to stop crying and to start to look different. If Sarah hadn’t known better, she would have said the woman was aroused. Sarah really should have been doing other jobs, but she made up tasks to complete so that she could putz around the room and see more.

Eventually the woman got up from her seat una rush. It was obvious to Sara that it was a difficult for the woman to walk—something about the way she waddled and kept her legs apart made Sarah curious. The woman disappeared from the room and Sarah quickly exited behind her, noticing her go into one of the private bathrooms in the floor.

Sara occupied herself there in the hallway for a few seconds but eventually heard a noise coming from the bathroom. Sara felt awkward just standing around but her curiosity was too much to control, so she pressed herself up against the door and heard the woman obviously in orgasm. “So big so big so hard so fucking hard so big oh my god oh my god oh my God.“

What happened next was almost too much for Sara. She could still hear the wet sounds of the woman obviously mashing at her pussy. The rhythm was getting faster and faster. Clearly the woman had already cum, But she was going for a second. Within seconds the woman was once again cussing and mewling and grunting and Dripping into the toilet. As the woman seemed to peak in orgasm, Sarah heard a blood-curtling scream: “Chet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

At this point something took over Sarah as she leaned against that door. Her brain went dark flashing on images of the man she had seen but not really met. The images flashed of him pounding this beautiful woman while he toyed with and eventually broke that man in the other room. She could sense the power, the destruction. Any pity for the broken man in the next room quickly turned to a callous disdain. Sarah wanted Chet to have every pussy: hers, the Latina with the ass, this blonde fingering herself in the toilet, and every other hole Chet might desire. As this disdain welled up in Sarah, she felt the urge to go spit on the man in the next room, maybe to punch his bruised rib. At the same time she wanted to go in to the Blonde and help her finish her orgasm, maybe even see what Chet has done to her while she sucked the woman’s pussy. But Sarah was frozen there, leaning against the bathroom door as the desired tore her and images of Chet flashed.

And then it hit her. Her legs gave way and she started to cum buckling down into the floor there in the hospital hallway.

 

[angeltwink]

Amazing! I'm very curious to see how this goes..

 

[ss7979]

Saturday morning the first thing Sarah did at work was access the police reports. His name was Chet Markson his address was 1307 Centela Avenue, Apartment D. It took Sarah A few hours to realize what this information could do for her. Once she realized it, she ended her shift early and went home to get her computer.

Chet had an Instagram. How could she not have already thought of this?!? She searched his name and it was the first result. Sure enough, a picture of him appeared in the little circle. He was wearing a shirt, a black wife beater, but it was still more of his body than she had seen before. She felt energy on seeing him, sexual yes but also primal, extatic energy. His shoulder muscles were perfectly sculpted. The ones that went up to his next and the ones that looked Iike large mounds on his arms were so full.Every muscle in his arm was visible, not in a gross, veiny way, but in a soft, understated way. Had each muscle not been huge and swollen he would have had the soft yet muscly body of swimmer.. He still had that look only each muscle was itself huge and full. Sarah could feel it dripping just a bit between her legs.

That excitement quickly fell to dispare when she clicked the account to find it was set to private. Sarah sat there in the Starbucks in actual tears. She clicked the account again and refreshed, still private. She started to cry.

She could see that he had followers, over 100,000 followers and that he was himself only following a few people. She didn’t know who followed him or who he followed but she imagined the blonde and the Latina were two of them. What she would give to see him!

She went back to the picture and enlarged it. He was so beautiful. She studied his face, the perfect cheekbones, the sculpted jaw, the nose, the sharp blue eyes the manly neck with the strips of muscle and the Adam’s apple protruding obscenely. His teeth were perfect. God she wanted his babies.

Sarah crosses her legs and became aware of her aching pussy. Maybe he would accept her request? Maybe he would even remember her? She cried a bit as she brought herself to a quick subdued orgasm there in the Starbucks. Just looking at him and squeezing was enough. Anyone watching would have heard soft grunts and seen her shake a bit with her eyes closed hard like she was concentrating on something. When she came too, she opened her eyes to find no one was watching. She was lucky. Now back to her task.

Just as she was ready to click follow, a terrifying idea hit her. The realization occurred that not only would she see Chet, but he might also see her! This thought hit her hard. She was just the girl next door. Brown hair and pretty blue eyes, a nice figure but nothing crazy. People said she was pretty and cute. But not really hot. What image would she assign as her profile pic!?!???!?

Sarah spent an hour picking out the perfect cover image. It was her in a cute sundress that pushed up her boots just so. She had a broad smile and a flowery meadow in the background. She thought she looked cute as a button in it. It would have to do. She didn’t really have any sexy pictures. Most were just cute. At least he ebooks looked big. She clicked request to follow.


The wait began. She would check her Instagram several times an hour for the next few days. It was an obsession.

Three days passed before she got a response. She was sitting on her living room couch when she got it. It wasn’t an acceptance to follow, but a DM. It just said “who is this?”

Sarah saw it about 10 minutes after it was sent. She had checked her Instagram about every 15 minutes for the entire Three days, so it’s no surprise she caught it so soon.

She didn’t know how to reply. For some reason she felt a little more confident than she expected. After all, his words could have sent her into an orgasmic frienzy scratching at her clit like a dog with fleas. But it didn’t . Maybe she was gaining some self control?

After 5 minutes, Sarah finally settled on an answer: “the girl from the produce section the other day.”

He saw the response almost immediately: “bitch wtf are you talking about”

This response set her much more on edge. For whatever reason this answer gave her a flashback to the time her mother was in the hospital and the doctors said it was touch and go. She might lose her mom. That’s how she felt right now. She could lose everything! She wanted to puke.

She responded, “I saw you at Walmart and you winked at me. I know you have a girlfriend or maybe even two—I don’t know, but I wonder if maybe you wanna maybe have coffee, I would be happy to meet again. I’m sorry to bother you.”

The response was again quick: “Show your tits and ass. “Might have you suck me off sometime.”

Sarah immediately responded, not with anger or insult, but with simple horniness. There in her couch she started to rub her tits and and ass. Neither were impressive but both had gotten good responses from boys before. He was thinking of her tits and ass. Omfg! And—Suck him? God yes!!!! She felt an emptiness in her throat. She wanted something in her mouth. She went to find a dildo.

She had two, one softer and big, the other smaller and hard. She went for the bigger one—about 8 inches—and washed it off. She went back to her couch and looked at the one photo she had of Chet. She forced the dildo into her mouth and pushed it back and forth. She has never really liked giving head, but had done it for her boyfriend once in a while. This was the first time she actually wanted to do it. Like she needed to do it. She ran the first half of it in and out, eyes closed imagining looking up at him. Once In a while she would go a little too deep and would cough a bit. She kept going anyway. After about 5 minutes, she felt her clit fully engorge. She pushed the dildo into her mouth a little deeper and touched her little bean for the first time. She came fast in little quick waves.

She went for her phone immediately after. God she had left him waiting!!!! What if he never replied again????? She had to hurry!!!

She found the folder of pictures that she had taken for her boyfriend. There were two that were perfect: One of her B-size chest leaning over in a mirror and another of her cute, small but sort of round booty in that same mirror. She hurried to send them since she had already delayed so much. Sent.

No response. Seen but no answer. She waited and waited. In the end she would wait all night, eventually falling asleep after some intense nipple play with his photo there in her hand. The next morning she would wake up to still no answer. This was the first 12 hours that had passed since meeting Chet that she hadn’t cum.

She looked at her phone again. Waiting for his response. This time as she was waiting she got an unexpected message. “Where the fuck have you been? Why won’t you answer my text?“ It was Sara‘s boyfriend Lance. It had been over a week since she had seen Lance.Lance lives some 45 minutes away. So it wasn’t unusual for them to go for five days without seeing one another. However it was unusual for them to go this long without talking. They usually texted a few times a day and would FaceTime once or twice a week. Sara had been so preoccupied with Chet that she completely forgot about Lance.

Lance was a good guy. He was an engineer who had a steady job and was always very respectful Sarah. They had fallen in love when they both attended a retreat meant for professionals who were likely to move onto administration at some point in their career. While their love didn’t burn particularly bright, it was enduring and real. It was a mix of the sorts of feelings you might expect in a long-term marriage, a close family relationship, and a good friend. The sexual element of the relationship had always been there, but it was never the primary element. Sarah found Lance very attractive as a partner mostly because of his personality and dependability. He was cute with a nice build and in shape. He was the kind a guy who didn’t really turn heads in the street but who many women would consider dating if only they got to know him.


Sara wasn’t sure how to respond. How could she explain how she simply didn’t realize she ignored him? She had picked up her phone many times a day, and yet he didn’t even come to her mind. In fact, she had picked up her phone more in the last week than she ever had before, It’s just that all of her time on the phone Was spent waiting for a possible reply. And now she was in that same space again. Chet had pictures of her booty, pictures of her tits. Fuck! They were in his phone. He could be looking at them rig hurt now!!!! She was getting turned on again. Maybe Lance could help.

She responded, “ I’m so sorry! Things have been crazy at work and I don’t know where my head has been. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of pressure. I’ve been sleeping a lot.“ She lied. He didn’t respond. She knew he must be mad. She went on, “can I see you today? I miss you. I miss you so.”

After a minute or so she got a response: “WTF?!? Are you seriously going to go a week call out talking to me? And now you think everything’s fine?”

Sara responded,” I’m sorry baby! I really do miss you. Maybe we could skip dinner and you can come right back to my place?“

“LOL. OK. 6 o’clock?“

“OK baby I really do miss you. I can’t wait to see you.“

Sara couldn’t believe what she was doing to Lance. But she really needed help with her libido. She needed him to help. Maybe she could even forget Chet? She tried to be optimistic, but she knew in her mind Lance was just going to be a sophisticated dildo. Maybe someone to eat her pussy while she thought about Chet?

Sarah sat there for who knows how long. She wasn’t masturbating but she wasn’t not masturbating either. She was just sitting on her couch legs spread panties around her knees imagining Chet. She was thinking about what it would be like if he were coming over tonight. She wouldn’t even want him to go between her legs— to eat her out. It wouldn’t seem right. She would want him to use her l. she would want him to take her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now she was really masturbating.

Her masturbation was interrupted by a message. It was Chet.

“Meh. I think I’ll pass.”

Sara saw the message and froze. Her hand moved away from its position curled into her pussy with her palm pressed firmly onto her clit.. Both hands came up to her face as if she was going to cover it in horror and humiliation. As she did this, an orgasm rocked her. It was a surprise she had stopped touching herself And yet her momentary reflection his words, his judgment, did something to her that she didn’t understand. Her legs were flailing strong enough to rip her panties a bit as her pussy let out a few small squirts..

I took Sara a few minutes to compose herself and to clean up her couch. She had no idea what she would say or how to respond. Now that the sexual tension was momentarily released, she was just left with Shame, with indignation almost. But no matter how pissed she was on one level, no matter how trivialized she felt, she couldn’t give up on being with him.

She had to ask: “Why can’t we just meet? Please!!!”

His response:” You ain’t got no tits or ass. Your face is a six at best. Maybe seven with make up. Go ahead and use my Instagram to get off if you want. I let you follow. Peace.”

She had another trimmer without even moving. This one left her body stiff and her mind numb. She then lay there almost comatose. Who knows how long she was there, still naked and entrances on her couch.

At some time later she was startled back to reality. She heard the front door open and Lance yell, “Honey??? Where are you???”

 

[chetboner7]

I feel like this Chet and myself would get along nicely great story too!

 

[ss7979]

Lance came around the corner to see his girlfriend of 5 years naked from the waist down. Her panties were ripped but still around her legs. She looked surprised to see him, almost not herself at all.

Lance was both baffled and aroused. He dropped his gym bag and smiled with genuine happiness to see a half-naked girl but also with genuine confusion. It took Sarah a few seconds to sort of start to explain. It seemed like the story was first about how she wasnt really masterbating but eventually the story became about how she was indeed masterbating in excitement, anticipating seeing Lance. She had accidentally ripped her panties just because she was startled. To sell the story, she kissed Lance passionately. The passionate kiss did turn quite sexual as she roughly pushed Lances face down onto her nipple. What Lancde saw worried him. Her nipples seemed rough, abused, almost like they had been clawed at. Lance was turned on but also, given his past week of worrying about this relationship, he was also a little panicked. Sarah pulled Lance to her chest and coursly guided his mouth over her tit. Lance was trying to follow her lead, but this was a lot different from their normal love making. She was using his mouth for herself and almost seemed annoyed it wasn’t sucking hard enough.

After a few minute of this, Lance could not deny that Sarah was frustrated. Lance tried to keep the passion going, but he didn’t know where her head was. He alternated nipples and decided to up the ante by sliding his hand down between her legs. He was baffled by what he found. She hadn’t seemed into the love making, but she was wet. Wetter than he had ever felt . Sarah groaned with pleasure when he touched her but at the same, she stopped him and said she needed to go to the bathroom first. She just got up and ran off.

As she got up to go to the bathroom, Lance could see her butt cheeks were soaked. She quickly grabbed her phone and disappeared. Why did she need her phone? Maybe she was cheating!?!? Lance was left alone on the couch, worried but also rubbing his stiff cock through his pants. What did all the this mean?

In the bathroom, Sarah opened Instagram to Chets first entry. It was a video. There were two girls blowing out candles on a birthday cake. The cake said “Happy 18th Birthday, Cara and Cayla” the two girls looked identical: Brown hair, perfect heart shaped faces, beautiful skin, big brown eyes, big natural boobs. The camera then turns around to the person filming. It’s Chet. He is wearing a dress shirt but it’s unbuttoned enough to show the shelf of muscle at the top of his chest and the canyon that separates his two pecs. He says to the camera in the deepest voice Sarah has ever heard, “legal to plow these assholes now.” He then walks up to the girls who immediately turn to look up at him. He is clearly much taller than them. He just says “kiss” while he roughly grabs one by the neck and turns her head into her sisters mouth. At that point he bends down next to their large booties covered in nearly seethrough leggings. The girls instinctually turn and stick out their butts to him while continuing to make out. He slaps one then grabs the other Roughly revealing how large and soft the ass in his hand was. he doesn’t let go while he says “Six holes for the monster tonight.” He smiles a cocky smile and it fades out.

Sarah is startled by Lance asking if everything is ok. She throws the phone down and opens the door, rushing out to him. She immediately forcfully pushes him down to his knees and pushes his head in to her cunt. He is taken a back and falls as he realizes what is happening. He is taller and somewhat stronger than her, but he allows himself to fall back a little from his crouched position so that he is quickly lying mostly in his back with her on top. He can see that his girlfriend is wet and that juice is rolling down her legs. He can see her clit engorged and The bight red clit sticking well out between the lips of her cunt.

His tongue is out and he is trying to lick her but the pressure from her now humping hips knocks him flat and fully onto his back so that she straddles him and can ride his face roughly. she is almost angry and impatient in her need for friction. The orgasm hits Her hard—- releasing juices all over his mouth and into his nose. tje rough and forceful convulsions seems to last for a minute as she keeps humping his face And squeezing with her thighs. She is lost in a world of “fuck, damn , omg, fuck.””. As this heavy grinding becomes uncomfortable, Lance starts to move a bit. Sarah’s reaction is freightenign and mean, “Don’t you fucking move mother fucker, don’t even think about moving you little worthless cunt” her hands are grabbing his head almost banging it into the tile on her apartment floor as she continues to ride him through the never ending waves of her cum.

After 30 or 40 seconds, when her seizure subsides, she gets up and turns to his cock, pulling his slacks over his thin hips, his cock is Rock hard at its full 5 1/2 inches. She dives onto it, trying to bury herself on it. She easily gets her mouth balls deep and seems try to pound more into her throat but there is no more cock to be found. She puts his hand on the back of her head as if asking him to push her deeper into his skin, to try to get more cock deep her throat. As he does he begins to cum deep into her... but as on as she feels a shot of cum into her mouth she pulls away almost disgusted. As he is still in the throws of his little sprays of cum, he almost sears he sees a look of disappointment and disgust in her face. She shields her face as she is suddenly back in the real moment rather than the scene in her head. Lance is left finishing his orgasm alone as she gets up and goes in the bathroom even before he can stop cumming.

A few minutes later, Sarah emerges in conservative pajamas. She says good night and turns off the lights. Lance has to clean himself up in the dark and make the best of the situation by quietly showering as she sleeps. Why would she do this? Is something wrong with her? What in the fuck could try is possible mean? Why is here phone still not locked as it lies there on the bathroom floor?

 

[ss7979]

Lance picked up the phone and saw that for whatever reason, it hadn’t locked. The video that Sarah had seen was on loop, playing again and again. Lance caught it toward the end, when Chet’s enormous hand was gripping and shaking the bubble butt of the twin on the left.

It took Lance a while to focus on what was happening but the image of the perfectly round female behind caught his attention as it would any straight man’s. Then Lance heard those words rumble out of the enormous man : “six holes for my monster.” Lance’s dick hardened. Who was this giant?

Lance scrolled to the next picture on Chet’s page. In this one, Chet is shirtless. It only pans across his body for a moment, but it takes Lance’s breath away. In a second Lance feels both inadequate and turned on. The man in the video looks like a Greek statues but with wider shoulders, bigger arms, and a smaller waist. Each muscle popped out, full and but not grotesque. Lance wanted to pause the video to study the man but then it panned to the woman he is talking to, a beautiful, impossibly curvy woman in a tight red dress on a hotel balcony. She is slightly older, maybe 35. Her waist appeared impossibly small compared to her hips which flared out obscenely.

As in the first video, Chet is filming this one himself so it’s a bit shakey. The woman appears to be in the middle of answering a question about her workout goals when Chet suddenly holds his arm out to film in selfie mode. He then swoops close and holds his face inches from hers. He freezes and looks in her eyes ignoring her words. Her mouth slightly opens, almost like she is panting. He orders her, “Kiss me.” She pauses almost imperceptibly and then kisses him as he roughly holds her by the nape of the neck, moving her around like an object he was using. She moans quietly.

By the end of this kiss, he doesn’t move at all. He just lets her suck his bottom lip as her body appears to be rolling in waves. Lance thought it looked like she was already fucking an Imaginary dick. In the film, Chet now pulls away and says “give me your wedding ring.” She works if of her finger which is slightly shaking.. He then takes the ring between his thumb and index finger and crushes it like you might crush a can. The woman looks on very aroused, her hip still grinding ever so slightly and her hand now inserted in her mouth as she unconsciously sucks her pointer finger. Chet pulls his arm back and takes a step, to throw the crumpled ring. It appears to sail forever. He turns the camera back and chuckles, “What a worthless whore.” She purrs back almost begging, “please fuck me.” She then bends down To remove her panties from under her dress, pink thongs, with a dark pink wet spot. She gives them to Chet who raises them to her full lips which part instinctually. He forces them into her mouth roughly, inserting his huge fingers deeply and carelessly. Chet starts to drop his swim trunks as the camera pans back to him. It Mfades as his shorts sink, revealing the deep, muscle-slab V at the bottom of his six pack, the outline of hardening cock inside already visible down the left leg of his trunks.

Lance had the strangest feeling in his stomach as he looked on. He both hated Chet and wanted to be him. Chet had to be a foot taller and more than 100 lbs heavier than Lance. Chet’s arm appeared to be perfectly shaped, the peak forming so perfectly when he kissed the woman that you could suddenly see the two bicep heads clearly. And that last scene, she just let him treat her that way!!! She was married?

Chet didn’t understand his next impulse but he suddenly visualized What happened next. The woman would get fucked by that “ monster” in his pants. At this point Lance felt an emptiness he had never felt before. He wanted something in his mouth. Her panties? Something bigger? Deeper? Lance stuck his fingers in his mouth and suddenly felt his dick spurt right there in the bathroom. He hadn't even touched his cock.

This would have been a strange experience... one Lance might have forgotten. But Sarah, who had got out of bed to get her phone and see more of Chet, was watching through the crack in the door. She would never forget this. She suddenly hated Lance. She felt that she always knew he was a little fucking fag. She wished she could squeeze his tiny balls until he cried.maybe until they popped.


What was wrong with her? She laid back down quickly and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep, but feeling the swell of an impending orgasm.

 

[Mikey22]

Loving this story!

 

[ss7979]

Loving this story!

Loving this story!

What do you like about it?

 

[Mikey22]

What do you like about it?

I’m liking the effects Chet has on women. Like Sarah. His abilities to get a woman that worked up, just by the sight of him. He’s definitely got a gift that the normal guy could only dream about.

 

[ss7979]

Once Sarah was fully asleep, she got the phone again from the bathroom floor.This time she lay in bed, scrolling. The next image was just a picture. It was Chet standing in a row with 7 women, all facing away from the camera. The women each had on tiny thongs and had their booties sticking out. Chet was in tight swim trunks, but they were pulled down around the globe of his perfectly round, impossibly stuffed ass cheeks.

Sarah felt her body stiffen and an emptiness invaded her pussy, almost like an internal casm was forming. She would later learn that this was her cervix receding up into her body. She had learned back in college that this happens to women upon arousal, but She had never noticed it or felt it as an internal emptying. It left her uncomfortably hallow.

Each of Chet’s ass cheeks jutted out like a slice of cantaloupe stuck to a wall, perfectly muscular and sculpted like the David but bigger and fuller. They appeared inexplicably both tight and soft. His waist was narrow—almost tiny—and his back was wide. His waist appeared almost as small as the girls’ waists, but his back appeared to be about 3 times larger. The muscles leading up to his neck were thick and made large triangular protrusions above his rounded shoulders. His legs were perfect, thick and strong. The muscles of his lats hung there, relaxed. Across his upper back was the tattooed word “Destroyer.” the font was unique, it looked like a mix of Gothic lettering with some demonic-looking horns and flames as flourishes. Sarah had never seen Such lettering.

Sarah lay there staring. Her legs were wide apart. Any accidental movement or brush of her clit would have set her off. She just lay there spread out, pussy tilted up. She was edging just looking at each photo, on the verge of orgasm just from the look of his ass.

The two women beside Chet looked back at his booty. Sarah had never seen them before, but they where beautiful. The other woman in the photo were looking directly away, so Sarah couldn’t identify them. Two were blonde, one brunette, and 4 with black hair. Judging by skin tone, most seemed latina with one Black girl and one white girl. The shortest looked to be maybe 5 foot. The tallest two were the ones beside Chet, each probably 5’8. All were dwarfed by him.

Each woman wore a red thong and no top. Each had flawless skin. They had backs and legs that could only be described as perfect. Of course their asses were the obvious highlights of the picture. Each was big for the woman’s frame, they each looked almost fake, but not quiet. They were round and soft, not muscular even though each woman appeared to be in amazing shape. Each butt appeared tight not from muscle but because it was “stuffed” with feminine fat deposits. The cheeks seemed to spill out from each thong, totally consuming the thong between them. In spite of this size, a tiny thigh gap could be seen between each legs with a fat camel toe visible in a few.

On the right cheek of each ass was a circular tattoo. Each tattoo was still red and obviously new. Sarah had to zoom in to read them.

As she zoomed in, she saw that each tattoo was made to look like a cattle brand. The largest word was “ Destroyed” it was written in the same font as the one in Chet’s back. In smaller lettering, it said “Balls deep in every hole.” In the middle of the circle, “Chet’s slut.”

Each woman appeared to be tagged in the photo, but each Instagram name was the same, just ending in a different number. Chet’s Destroyed holes 202, Chet’s Destroyed Holes 203, etc.”

Sarah was about to cum. Had he really slept with over 200 Women? These were the most beautiful women she had ever seen, but they were completely degraded. Her legs were shaking and every hair in her body was standing.


She closed the picture and read the caption, “ Body count should be 2000 before my 30th birthday’s next week. A few young ladies were worthy of officially joining the club. #destroyedholes #pussyassthroatrepeat” #eleveninches

2000 women? 11 inches? Sarah’s body, hands still beside her side, started to convulse. Sarah’s cum sprayed up in the air in long streams each time she jerked. The bed was shaking like an earthquake was happening. The springs where squeaking loudly. By the end of her 2-minute orgasm, she and Lance were drenched. And he was awake, watching her.

 

[Mikey22]

OMG! Please continue! This is an awesome story!

 

[ss7979]

For some reason, though he was watching a beautiful woman squirm in wet ecstasy, Lance’s dick was shriveled and tiny. Something about her orgasm was radically separate from him, he was more of spectator to this than anything else. He felt he’d never be a participant again.

As Sarah came to her sense, she immediately went back to Instagram. The pictures of beautiful women objectified and Chet showing off his body were almost endless. There were videos of Chet kissing random strangers, him grabbing girls asses even though their boyfriend is right there, Chet arm wrestling and beating two college football linemen at the same time, and more. There were pics of other groups of initiates- Destroyed Holes 150- 200 were there in groups of various sizes.

Sarah orgasmed at some of the favorites- Chet spitting in a girls mouth, Chet revealing the length of his tongue, And Chet in a bar fight where he lifts two guys at the same time by their necks and throws them each across the bar. They cleared that fucking bar and each man had to be 250 lbs. How is that even possible?

Lance sat and watched it all. She almost dismissed him completely. She saw no need to explain. Oddly, he didn’t need an explanation either. He was very turned on by what he was seeing, but it’s like his penis wouldn’t work. His body wanted Sarah to have Chet, not him. When Sarah would go to the bathroom between squirts or doze off for a minute after her stronger cums, Lance would see a picture alone and get hard. He even came once just looking at Chet measure his 25 inch bicep peaks “for all the little fags watching.” Lance was as straight as they come, why would he response to this, and why only Without Sarah present?

When Sarah was around, Lance’s body wanted to move aside to make way for her to be with Chet, even if only through the phone. He felt his balls draw up and his penis shrivel. The juxtaposition of horniness and inadequacy was maybe most clear when he had to explain one of Chet’s workout videos to Sarah.

In it, Chet is taking an internet challenge to see how many times he could bench press his own body weight. Most super fit men who took the challenge could do 10 or 15 reps. Sarah asked Lance, who at 5’9 weighed 174 lbs, If he couldn’t bench press his body weight, Lance was almost proud to say “yes.” Lance could bench press his body weight two times, maybe three, but not more like the other guys on the internet were doing.

In the video, Chet is at one of those beach-side outdoor gyms. There is a crown of maybe 40 people watching. Chet steps on the scale to show his weight; at 6’6 he weighs in at 306 lbs. His friends, both guys who would have looked huge had Chet not been there, load the bar. As he steps up he tells them to throw an extra couple plates on each side. The bar ends up with 495 lbs on it. Chet approaches and someone says Chet should get some extra luck with a good luck kiss. Two women approach quickly as Chet takes off his shirt. His pecs look like huge slabs of meat protruding from his chest in large, rectangular mounds. They bounce obscenely just from the movement of his arms.

The girls approach as this is happening. One is clearly walking up from her boyfriends side, the other appears single. Both are wearing swimsuit tops that covered their big, natural
Boobs. The one with a boyfriend was wearing boy cut bootie shorts. The single one had on a tiny g-string. Both had large, round asses that they knew to exaggerate as they sauntered up in front of the spectators.

The girls are shorter than Chet so they raise up on their tip toes as if they are ready to each give him a kiss on the cheek. Instead Chet gives an arrogant smirk and grabs the back of each ones head, attaching each to his huge brown nipples. He let’s go of their heads to leave them their sucking for what seems like a minute. After a while m, he unattaches them from his huge pecs and pushes them together roughly. They make out there in front of him, grinding on each other for his approval.

Chet chuckles and then turns, goes over to the bar and lays back. As he lays down, is enormous soft cock is visible through his workout shorts.
It looks to be long enough to touch the bench as it snakes over his lemon sized balls and down between his legs. It has to be as thick as a coke can. Sarah had a small tremor, and they pause the film for her to regain control.

After a few seconds, they resume the film. The two enormous men are ready to spot on each side, but Chet lifts the bar before they can even assist. 1,2,3.... Chet appears unmoved as he lifts. At 10 reps he appears to struggle. His two spotters move in almost ready to help. But before they can touch the bar, Chet laughs and speeds up, 11, 12, 13, ... and so it goes to 50.

At 50, Chet stops, racks the weight, and sits up. His chest is now obscenely pumped. He stands and walks over to the girls who are still kissing. As he approaches, they turn back and reattach to his now swollen nipples, each holding on to a pec with both hands like a baby sucking it’s moms nipple. They grind into his enormous thighs. Chet’s hands lower to cup one asscheek of each slut in his enormous hands. He squeezes and smirks. The video ends.

Lance is so entranced with this ending that it takes him a moment to notice Sarah is once again in orgasm. This time her pussy rides one hand while her other hand has reached around to fiddle her asshole. This orgasm looks almost painful it was so intense. The arm muscles in Sarah’s arms were clearly straining to provide the pressure she needed. In the middle of the struggle her eyes open and as if possessed by a demon she yells “help me you fucking faggot.” Lance goes down to eat her Pussy but she ends up riding his face with her asshole while she literally punched one hand into her cunt. the other hand was sucked almost completely into her mouth. The orgasm lasted minutes as the violence peaked and then suddenly stopped. The barrage of obscenity stopped and almost immediately Sarah passed out.

Lance decided to go sleep on the couch. She was done with him.

 

[Beuker]

I need Chet!!!!

 

[inozzyflames]

hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

[ss7979]

Lance woke to find Sarah still asleep. Her phone was blinking that she had received a DM in Instagram. Lance walked over and swiped it, thankful that Sarah had apparently disabled the lock screen. Lance’s heart was pounding. He assumed it would be Chet. What would he say? Could Lance even bring himself to talk to Chet? Lance’s cock was hard, but he felt deeply ashamed.


On swiping the message, Lance was both relieved and profoundly sadden that the message was not from Chet. It was from Destroyed Holes 165. He clicked on the profile to see a girl in her early twenties. She had striking brown skin and contrasting bright blue/gray eyes. Her body was thin, a small neck and arms, but her boobs stuck out large. In other pictures, he perky, round but were also clear. Lance was surprised that rather than giving him more of an erection, he went soft. His dominating thought was instead, “She is perfect for Chet.”


Lance went back to the DM and read the messages. There were two. The first appeared to be something that DH 165 had written specifically for Sarah. It was short simply said, “I see that Chet let you follow him. I like to help girls like you. I was one of you too. I would tell you to just let it go and move on, but I know you can’t. So I am going to save you some tears. It’s just my advice, but I think it may help. If you take my advice, I bet I’ll see you around.”

Lance went on to read the second, longer message. This looked like something that DH 165 had typed out and edited. Something maybe she sent to many girls?

It read:


“You have met Chet and he let you follow his Instagram. I know you must have a lot of questions. I know your body is growing and changing. I am sure that you hadn’t realized it was possible for you to feel what a real man makes you feel.

Before I met Chet, I studied evolutionary psychology. I specifically looked at how human arousal templates developed and how they arose from our evolutionary past. You see there are certain “triggers” that turn on human arousal and certain “blocks” that turn us off. In normal men, the things that turn women on also come with somethings that turn them off. For instance, muscular men typically, as they become more muscular, become out of proportion. Their skin looks odd and their face deforms. The muscle is a “trigger” but the other negative traits are “blocks.” Dominance turns women on, but fear turns them off. The chiseled facial features that come with a masculine face often come with a hardness. Overly developed genitals tend to come with bad skin. You see, for most people as triggers increase, so do blocks. Some women are particularly sensitive to certain blocks. So they say “I don’t like muscular men, or I don’t like tall men.” It isn’t the muscles or the height they dislike, but rather it is some associated block they are avoiding. So they lie to themselves—and really they don’t even realize it—and think, “I like dad bods. I like average guys. I like nice guys. I like normal sized penis.” In fact they like muscular, tall, aggressive, dominant, hung men, but they avoid the blocks associated with some of these traits. Most men have plenty of blocks. This prevents what you experience now with Chet.


Chet is all trigger, no block: huge muscle, incredible size, unbelievable height, impossible broad shoulders, a tiny waist, perfect completion, a faces that shows unparalleled masculinity while maintain soft beauty, huge penis, soft-ball size testicles, ropes of semen, unparalleled aggression, confidence with no limit, the strength of 5 or 6 regular men, unlimited stamina, and the constant, intense sexual energy that allows him to literally fuck dozens of women in a day.

Sarah, your body has evolved to intensely desire his sperm. Your body evolved before smart phones and Instagram. So it is responding to what it thinks is a real opportunity to take his seed. As long as you look at his body, hear his voice, or see him in action, your body will respond. I imagine you have already changed the sheets a few times. Am I right?

The bad news is, you aren’t ready for him yet. To be frank, you aren’t pretty or sexually desirable enough. During the day you have looked at his page, he has already been with many women much hotter than you. Plus he has literally hundreds who are waiting on a text constantly wet from his photos just as you are.

The good news is, in the presence of Chet, your body will respond. Just be ready. If you get good enough, maybe you can a Destroyed Holes too. Try to be safe and keep going to work. Don’t be dangerous. Put down your phone when you drive. Try to manage the urges. And protect the men in your life, Chet will fuck them up in ways that often are dangerous. He evolved to be a perfect man. In evolutionary terms, this means the annihilation of anything that might be a challenge to his impregnating a female.


The changes will come quick, but start saving because you may still need some surgery to be good enough for the Destroyer.”


Lance was confused. He looked up at Sarah still sleeping. Were here boobs just a little bigger? Was her waist always so thin? OMG, what was happening????

 

[ss7979]

Lance wanted to talk more to DH 165. He had so many questions. He knew he couldn’t answer her on Sarah’s phone. She would kill him. The thought of her angry made him more afraid than it ever would have before. Weird.


He got his phone and messaged her. No response. He messaged again “Could I ask you some questions.” No response. Again, “Maybe we could just talk for a minute?” Finally, he saw the “…” The message came, “Leave me the fuck alone loser. I’m not available and my man will fuck your shit up if you message me again.” He was afraid but aroused. Did she mean Chet?


After waiting more than 20 minutes, his horniness overcame his fear: “This is about helping my girlfriend Sarah. You messaged her.” He immediately got a response. “Ok. I can help you help her. She has some real potential here. I am excited for her. Just help her through the changes as they come. Give her what she needs and help her if she needs money. She may not be able to work for long.”


Lance was baffled. Not able to work??? What did that mean? He asked, “Of course I’ll help my girlfriend, but why wouldn’t she be able to work?”


DH 165 answered quickly, “Stop calling her your girlfriend. You don’t know what it is to own a woman. “


What the fuck??


She continued, “You have probably noticed that she has already become obsessed with Chet. I am guessing she is masterbating all day?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, that is going to continue. She will probably eventually not be able to hold down a job as this peaks and the feminine hormones surge. Her body is going to become ideal for a man like Chet. The most fertile, most feminine genes in her body have never been activated before. This is hard for her. Around men like you, it would be dangerous to be so volumptuous, so feminine. She might get raped. She might not be able to defend herself. You couldn’t help defend her. A man like Chet provides that. Plus,her body wouldn’t evolve to be so tempting to normal men. Think back to the plains of Africa, a woman couldn’t be pregnant with all those children by inferior men. So most female bodies have their sex-linked genes only partially activated. But once she has been exposed to Chet, once she looks at him every day, those genes will activate. Her hips will expand, her fat storage will shift to her butt, her boobs, her lips, her camel toe and her thighs. All other areas will lose fat. Her brain will somewhat shrink as it’s other functions become less necessary. Her cervix will rise up to create more space in her vaginal canal. I hope it is enough to make Chet accept her.”


Lance was entranced. Not afraid or excited, just engrossed in the thought. “what will happen if it is not enough? What do you even mean ‘not enough’?”


“Even with all her genes activated she may not be perfect enough for Chet to notice. Who knows, some lesser get lucky. He has lots of options. Literally any woman he wants. Don’t get me wrong, Chet doesn’t even care about this at all. It is a nonissue to him. Chet’s life is different from yours. He doesn’t spend any time thinking about women at all. A woman to Chet is just like a piece of food, maybe a sandwich, to you. When he wants one, he just picks what he wants and has it. He may devour it. I have seen him destroy so many. Then he is done.


The whole “Destroyed Holes” thing is just a joke to him. He likes to play with his food. Lol. He has a cruel streak to. Those women in the pictures are destroyed in ways you don’t see- dislodged cervixes, anal hemorrhages, ripped sphincters above the stomaches…. Abortion after abortion when he commands--- totally destroyed.

So anyway, this will consumer her and you, but it will be nothing to him. There are probably 100 women doing this same thing for him right now. A few might develop naturally enough to find themselves in the right place at the right time for Chet to use. A few might need some extra work. And most will spend the rest of their life fading away. A couple will commit suicide. So sad. “


Lance asked, what do you mean “some need extra work?”


“Plastic surgery. If her genes aren’t good enough, you’ll need to buy her plastic surgery. Please only get the best though. If he senses it he will get angry. He felt silicone one time and busted it with his hand. Not pretty.”


Lance was perplexed: “Why would I pay for this?”

DH 165 took a few minutes to respond. It felt like forever. The truth is, Lance already sensed that he would pay.


DH 165’s reply: “Because you crave that cruelty that I mentioned. She is your only hope of access to him. You see, Chet affects men too. Your body knows there is only one alpha. You evolved to get out of the way, the move over. To support the females when needed. And to allow Chet to play with you if so chooses. Good luck with that emptiness in your asshole and throat. Yes that hollowness will stay. It has opened up a cavern so deep that it feels impossibly central to your being. It makes you feel almost like an open tube from your mouth to your asshole. Only Chet can feel every inch of it. That’s why you only crave him now. “

Lance did feel that aching, that opening up moving from his holes to his central being. He wanted to be stuffed. His tiny shriveled dick was spasming in orgasm without even getting hard.


Sarah was awake now, watching across the room. DH 165 never responded again.

 

[Mikey22]

hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has to be the Fucking Best story on this site going!

 

[Mikey22]

I think if I met Chet in real life. I’d piss my pants like a toddler. Then Id find a rock to crawl under to hide and cry and sulk like a little bitch! Lol. ss7979 You got one Hell of a talent for telling a story!

 

[suckmachine]

Saturday morning the first thing Sarah did at work was access the police reports. His name was Chet Markson his address was 1307 Centela Avenue, Apartment D. It took Sarah A few hours to realize what this information could do for her. Once she realized it, she ended her shift early and went home to get her computer.

Chet had an Instagram. How could she not have already thought of this?!? She searched his name and it was the first result. Sure enough, a picture of him appeared in the little circle. He was wearing a shirt, a black wife beater, but it was still more of his body than she had seen before. She felt energy on seeing him, sexual yes but also primal, extatic energy. His shoulder muscles were perfectly sculpted. The ones that went up to his next and the ones that looked Iike large mounds on his arms were so full.Every muscle in his arm was visible, not in a gross, veiny way, but in a soft, understated way. Had each muscle not been huge and swollen he would have had the soft yet muscly body of swimmer.. He still had that look only each muscle was itself huge and full. Sarah could feel it dripping just a bit between her legs.

That excitement quickly fell to dispare when she clicked the account to find it was set to private. Sarah sat there in the Starbucks in actual tears. She clicked the account again and refreshed, still private. She started to cry.

She could see that he had followers, over 100,000 followers and that he was himself only following a few people. She didn’t know who followed him or who he followed but she imagined the blonde and the Latina were two of them. What she would give to see him!

She went back to the picture and enlarged it. He was so beautiful. She studied his face, the perfect cheekbones, the sculpted jaw, the nose, the sharp blue eyes the manly neck with the strips of muscle and the Adam’s apple protruding obscenely. His teeth were perfect. God she wanted his babies.

Sarah crosses her legs and became aware of her aching pussy. Maybe he would accept her request? Maybe he would even remember her? She cried a bit as she brought herself to a quick subdued orgasm there in the Starbucks. Just looking at him and squeezing was enough. Anyone watching would have heard soft grunts and seen her shake a bit with her eyes closed hard like she was concentrating on something. When she came too, she opened her eyes to find no one was watching. She was lucky. Now back to her task.

Just as she was ready to click follow, a terrifying idea hit her. The realization occurred that not only would she see Chet, but he might also see her! This thought hit her hard. She was just the girl next door. Brown hair and pretty blue eyes, a nice figure but nothing crazy. People said she was pretty and cute. But not really hot. What image would she assign as her profile pic!?!???!?

Sarah spent an hour picking out the perfect cover image. It was her in a cute sundress that pushed up her boots just so. She had a broad smile and a flowery meadow in the background. She thought she looked cute as a button in it. It would have to do. She didn’t really have any sexy pictures. Most were just cute. At least he ebooks looked big. She clicked request to follow.


The wait began. She would check her Instagram several times an hour for the next few days. It was an obsession.

Three days passed before she got a response. She was sitting on her living room couch when she got it. It wasn’t an acceptance to follow, but a DM. It just said “who is this?”

Sarah saw it about 10 minutes after it was sent. She had checked her Instagram about every 15 minutes for the entire Three days, so it’s no surprise she caught it so soon.

She didn’t know how to reply. For some reason she felt a little more confident than she expected. After all, his words could have sent her into an orgasmic frienzy scratching at her clit like a dog with fleas. But it didn’t . Maybe she was gaining some self control?

After 5 minutes, Sarah finally settled on an answer: “the girl from the produce section the other day.”

He saw the response almost immediately: “bitch wtf are you talking about”

This response set her much more on edge. For whatever reason this answer gave her a flashback to the time her mother was in the hospital and the doctors said it was touch and go. She might lose her mom. That’s how she felt right now. She could lose everything! She wanted to puke.

She responded, “I saw you at Walmart and you winked at me. I know you have a girlfriend or maybe even two—I don’t know, but I wonder if maybe you wanna maybe have coffee, I would be happy to meet again. I’m sorry to bother you.”

The response was again quick: “Show your tits and ass. “Might have you suck me off sometime.”

Sarah immediately responded, not with anger or insult, but with simple horniness. There in her couch she started to rub her tits and and ass. Neither were impressive but both had gotten good responses from boys before. He was thinking of her tits and ass. Omfg! And—Suck him? God yes!!!! She felt an emptiness in her throat. She wanted something in her mouth. She went to find a dildo.

She had two, one softer and big, the other smaller and hard. She went for the bigger one—about 8 inches—and washed it off. She went back to her couch and looked at the one photo she had of Chet. She forced the dildo into her mouth and pushed it back and forth. She has never really liked giving head, but had done it for her boyfriend once in a while. This was the first time she actually wanted to do it. Like she needed to do it. She ran the first half of it in and out, eyes closed imagining looking up at him. Once In a while she would go a little too deep and would cough a bit. She kept going anyway. After about 5 minutes, she felt her clit fully engorge. She pushed the dildo into her mouth a little deeper and touched her little bean for the first time. She came fast in little quick waves.

She went for her phone immediately after. God she had left him waiting!!!! What if he never replied again????? She had to hurry!!!

She found the folder of pictures that she had taken for her boyfriend. There were two that were perfect: One of her B-size chest leaning over in a mirror and another of her cute, small but sort of round booty in that same mirror. She hurried to send them since she had already delayed so much. Sent.

No response. Seen but no answer. She waited and waited. In the end she would wait all night, eventually falling asleep after some intense nipple play with his photo there in her hand. The next morning she would wake up to still no answer. This was the first 12 hours that had passed since meeting Chet that she hadn’t cum.

She looked at her phone again. Waiting for his response. This time as she was waiting she got an unexpected message. “Where the fuck have you been? Why won’t you answer my text?“ It was Sara‘s boyfriend Lance. It had been over a week since she had seen Lance.Lance lives some 45 minutes away. So it wasn’t unusual for them to go for five days without seeing one another. However it was unusual for them to go this long without talking. They usually texted a few times a day and would FaceTime once or twice a week. Sara had been so preoccupied with Chet that she completely forgot about Lance.

Lance was a good guy. He was an engineer who had a steady job and was always very respectful Sarah. They had fallen in love when they both attended a retreat meant for professionals who were likely to move onto administration at some point in their career. While their love didn’t burn particularly bright, it was enduring and real. It was a mix of the sorts of feelings you might expect in a long-term marriage, a close family relationship, and a good friend. The sexual element of the relationship had always been there, but it was never the primary element. Sarah found Lance very attractive as a partner mostly because of his personality and dependability. He was cute with a nice build and in shape. He was the kind a guy who didn’t really turn heads in the street but who many women would consider dating if only they got to know him.


Sara wasn’t sure how to respond. How could she explain how she simply didn’t realize she ignored him? She had picked up her phone many times a day, and yet he didn’t even come to her mind. In fact, she had picked up her phone more in the last week than she ever had before, It’s just that all of her time on the phone Was spent waiting for a possible reply. And now she was in that same space again. Chet had pictures of her booty, pictures of her tits. Fuck! They were in his phone. He could be looking at them rig hurt now!!!! She was getting turned on again. Maybe Lance could help.

She responded, “ I’m so sorry! Things have been crazy at work and I don’t know where my head has been. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of pressure. I’ve been sleeping a lot.“ She lied. He didn’t respond. She knew he must be mad. She went on, “can I see you today? I miss you. I miss you so.”

After a minute or so she got a response: “WTF?!? Are you seriously going to go a week call out talking to me? And now you think everything’s fine?”

Sara responded,” I’m sorry baby! I really do miss you. Maybe we could skip dinner and you can come right back to my place?“

“LOL. OK. 6 o’clock?“

“OK baby I really do miss you. I can’t wait to see you.“

Sara couldn’t believe what she was doing to Lance. But she really needed help with her libido. She needed him to help. Maybe she could even forget Chet? She tried to be optimistic, but she knew in her mind Lance was just going to be a sophisticated dildo. Maybe someone to eat her pussy while she thought about Chet?

Sarah sat there for who knows how long. She wasn’t masturbating but she wasn’t not masturbating either. She was just sitting on her couch legs spread panties around her knees imagining Chet. She was thinking about what it would be like if he were coming over tonight. She wouldn’t even want him to go between her legs— to eat her out. It wouldn’t seem right. She would want him to use her l. she would want him to take her. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Now she was really masturbating.

Her masturbation was interrupted by a message. It was Chet.

“Meh. I think I’ll pass.”

Sara saw the message and froze. Her hand moved away from its position curled into her pussy with her palm pressed firmly onto her clit.. Both hands came up to her face as if she was going to cover it in horror and humiliation. As she did this, an orgasm rocked her. It was a surprise she had stopped touching herself And yet her momentary reflection his words, his judgment, did something to her that she didn’t understand. Her legs were flailing strong enough to rip her panties a bit as her pussy let out a few small squirts..

I took Sara a few minutes to compose herself and to clean up her couch. She had no idea what she would say or how to respond. Now that the sexual tension was momentarily released, she was just left with Shame, with indignation almost. But no matter how pissed she was on one level, no matter how trivialized she felt, she couldn’t give up on being with him.

She had to ask: “Why can’t we just meet? Please!!!”

His response:” You ain’t got no tits or ass. Your face is a six at best. Maybe seven with make up. Go ahead and use my Instagram to get off if you want. I let you follow. Peace.”

She had another trimmer without even moving. This one left her body stiff and her mind numb. She then lay there almost comatose. Who knows how long she was there, still naked and entrances on her couch.

At some time later she was startled back to reality. She heard the front door open and Lance yell, “Honey??? Where are you???”

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