Turning to him, I asked, “So, now what?”
“I guess that means you want to do this.”
“You betcha!”
“First you have to register, so think about how you want to be known. You know, a user name.”
“Hmmm,” I pondered, “what do you suggest?”
“You have to be the one to decide…but I suggest that naughty be part of it. How else would you describe yourself?”
That was easy. “Smooth.”
“So, smooth and naughty?”
“Yeah, I like that!”
“Now you need a disposable email address that you’ll only use for this.”
In just a few minutes, I was all set, having registered as SmoothnNaughty. As George had suggested I start with just the bikini shots to see how it went. We selected eight to edit, blurring my face in each one. With a confusing mix of dread and excitement, I posted the first two under the title, “New Here and New Bikini.” And there I was for all to see. Sort of. The first two had my arms across my chest and my legs closed.
I hardly had time to consider any regrets as comments started appearing. A lot of them! Thank god they were all complimentary, but the overriding sentiment was they wanted more, and a rush of excitement washed over me.
I grinned at George with a mix of delight and embarrassment.
“Surprised?” he asked.
“Kind of. I’ve got to admit, I was nervous.”
“And now? You want to keep going, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I confessed. “But how should I reply?”
“Like anything else, tell the truth. That way you never have to remember what you said. But I’m not going to tell you what to say. Whatever you’re comfortable with. I’ll just observe.”
“Okay,” I replied and true to his word, he offered no further advice.
I thanked all the respondents and posted two more. Although the bikini covered me, it actually emphasized my erect nipples and the outline of my pussy. Of course, everyone wanted me to get naked, so in the next picture, it was obvious I’d removed the top, but my arms covered my breasts.
The pleading to show my boobs was intoxicating. Sure, I was doing it anonymously, but I felt the same thrill as last night and needed more. George helped me edit some more pictures.
So take a look at my boobs! So many wanted to squeeze my breasts, lick and suck my nipples. I posted how much I loved that. Okay, you want to see my pussy? I hope you like it. Actually, they loved my smooth lips to eat and fuck. I was loving the attention, getting hornier by the minute.
When they saw me playing with myself, they raved, telling me how hot I was and wished they could have me, but the real highlight was the shots of me from behind up on my knees. I asked if they wanted make me their bitch. The verdict was unanimous with some asking if I liked it in my ass. That gave me pause.
It’s not as if I hadn’t heard of anal sex before, I just hadn’t seriously considered it. Honesty being the best policy and heady from the dialogue, I confessed that I didn’t really know, having never tried it, adding how much I had enjoyed my boyfriend’s thumb in my ass when doing it doggy. I didn’t think it presumptuous to call him my boyfriend, and I sensed that George approved. Besides, how else could I refer to him anonymously?
I should have expected that they’d ask if I’d give it a try. All I could muster was, I might. Offers to make the introduction came pouring in.
“Oh really?” asked George. It was the first time he’d spoken about my replies since I’d started posting the pictures, having just watched me intently, gauging my reactions to the comments.
“All I said was I might.”
“But, might as in you’re interested or as in probably not?”
“Yes,” I joked then hesitated. “The thought is intriguing, but at the same time, your size makes it a downright scary.”
“Fair enough.”
I was surprised that he let it pass so casually, but I was also damned sure that it wouldn’t be too long before we revisited the subject.
Switching gears on me, he said, “You probably should check your email.”
“Right! I guess I should.”
Holy crap! There were over twenty messages and most of them had attachments, something I’d never expected. I started reading them. Some were quite lengthy, with detailed descriptions of how the sender would pleasure me orally and then fuck me til I couldn’t walk for a week. Yeah, right. Others just heaped praise on my body. There were a couple of creepy ones too, more or less proposing rape as a warped sensuous experience. Thank goodness for block and delete.
However, it was the attachments that really got to me. At least some of them. Plain pictures of some guy’s hard cock were not all that thrilling, although there were a few really big ones. On the other hand, the pictures of a hard cock with my picture in the background — monitor shots as George explained – were extraordinarily effective. That I could summon such left my pussy tingling.
I left the three with videos for last and was not disappointed. The first two were quite similar, a guy stroking his cock to one of my pictures, imbuing me with a highly stimulating sense of power – perhaps egotistical, I know – but stoking my libido. Oh my god, what can I say about the last one? A black man with a really huge cock — and when I say huge I mean it, at least ten inches long and more than two inches thick — stroked his cock to a slide show of all my pics, saying he’d make me his white bitch and then actually cumming on his tablet to me in a doggy pose with my ass up and cunt spread, captivating my attention.
A sudden intense clap of thunder broke the spell, but not my overwhelming lust.
“Holy crap!” exclaimed George, although I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the weather or what we’d just seen. I went with the latter.
“Holy crap indeed…that was definitely the biggest cock I’ve ever seen!”
“Well, if you ever want anything that big, I’ll get you a toy.”
“I didn’t say I did.”
“Hold on,” he said holding up his hand. “That’s not my point. As incongruous as it may seem to you, I’m a strong believer in monogamy. Even in my carefree days, I never dated more than one woman at a time. I know this is a peculiar time to raise the issue, but I want no doubt in your mind of my intentions.”
I was overjoyed. “You’re right it is a peculiar time, but not inappropriate. As a matter of fact, it’s the bestest of all your proclivities, and, yet, given how I’ve gotten to know you, I don’t find it surprising at all. Besides, you’ve got all the cock I need.”
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To prove my point, I pulled his hand under my robe to my pussy.
“Damn, you’re soaking wet!” he confirmed.
“That a problem?”
“Hell, no! What do you want to do about it?” he asked as he took my hand and placed it on his rigid cock.
“Take me upstairs and fuck me!”
“Fuck you like a bitch?”
“You know it!”
“Then get your ass up there and assume the position!”
I didn’t need to be told twice, practically sprinting up the stairs, discarding my robe, getting on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass facing the door. George, on the other hand took his time, and although the wait wasn’t that long, it seemed an eternity.
“Oh yeah,” he said upon entering, “That’s my good bitch.”
However, he didn’t come to me immediately, making a detour to the bathroom, where I heard him open and close a drawer.