Anonymous Messenger

[ExploreHer]

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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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1 - *ping*
• Chapter 2 - Warming Up
• Chapter 3 - The Customer
• Chapter 4 - Delivery Notification
• Chapter 5 - Inspection
• Chapter 6 - Interview

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Title: Anonymous Messenger
Author: ExploreHer
Chapter Tags: Solo
Content Warnings:
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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.

[ExploreHer]

Chapter Tags: Solo
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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.


End of chapter 2
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[RapeU]

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...

[Shocker]

I love a good blackmail story, and yours shapes up to be excellent.

[ExploreHer]

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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.

[Shocker]

This must be crushing for a pretty woman’s ego, to offer a blow job and getting turned down.

[RapeU]

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.

[peterfrisk]

Very interesting and different story. I’m curious about how this will play out and how long Allison will go along with it.

[ExploreHer]

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This ended up being longer than anticipated, but I thought it was so much fun to write!
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Delivery Notification


Alison sighed and leaned her head back. Emotionally drained, jaw aching slightly, she stared at the ceiling.

Another stain, how did that get up there? she wondered. This morning, Alison had been proud of her cafe and all the work that she had put into it. But slowly every wall, every corner, every table was looking dingier and more worn down. The shine was fading.

A truck squeaked as it came to a stop and blocked the sunlight beaming through the front door.

MCGIVENS RESTAURANT SUPPLY covered the side of the truck, a rolling advertisement for the discount service provider.

Fuck- Alison thought. Is it Tuesday?

The driver stepped down from the cab and walked hesitantly to the door. He peered in, with his hand shielding the light for a better view. He knocked, loudly.

Even in such a state, Alison needed her supplies.

Upon seeing Alison stand up, the man knocked loudly again.

“Are you closed?” he yelled through the door.

Alison scurried over to the door and quickly unlocked it.

“I am so sorry Marvin,” she began, “it’s been a hectic day.”

“Oh don’t worry about it Alison,” Marvin replied. “I thought it was strange for you to be closed during our normal delivery time. How have you been?”

AWFUL, I HAVE BEEN EXPOSED, DEGRADED, AND FORCED TO GIVE A BLOWJOB TO A STRANGER ON CAMERA.

“I am okay,” she quietly answered. “What is on our list today?”

Marvin grabbed his clipboard. “Let’s see-“ he flipped through the pages. “Mostly the usual. Cups all sizes, one, two, three, four different beans, a few creamers....yup the usual.”

*ping*

“Alright, thank you Marvin. You know where to put everything?”

“Always do,” he smiled, walked back to his truck, and began unloading supplies.

Alison looked at her phone, trying to be covert.

*ping*: “What do you think your body is worth, Ali?”

Alison: “Huh?”

*ping*: “You said you are a whore, so, what is your body worth?”

Alison: “I don’t know.”

*ping*: “Well, lets find out. Who else is at the cafe with you?”

She thought for a moment. She didn’t want to be forced to perform again.

Alison: “No one. The man left.”

*ping*: “I don’t think you are telling the truth.”

Alison: “I am.”

*ping*: “I should rephrase. I KNOW you are not telling the truth. I saw the delivery truck outside.”

Any color that was left in Alison’s face drained immediately. This person, this monster, was watching her?

The front door opened as Marvin leaned against it, pulling a wheel cart full of boxes.

“Quiet day, seems like. Maybe people thought you were closed because the sign is flipped?” Marvin nodded toward the OPEN visible from inside.

“I, um, yes, I’ve been a bit frazzled today,” Alison replied, not looking up from her phone.

Alison: “Where are you?”

*ping*: “It doesn’t really matter, I just passed the cafe on my way to run an errand. Returns are such a hassle. By the way, I was thinking, don’t you love the name Drips Coffee for the run we had earlier? You were dripping...”

Alison: “Fuck you.”

*ping*: “Right, I wish that too. But instead, you are going to fuck the delivery guy.”

Alison looked up at Marvin unloading boxes. He paid her no attention, working in silence.

*ping*: “Ask him how much your body is worth. Oh I wonder if it’s worth the whole delivery. That would cut down on business expenses a lot, wouldn’t it?”

Alison: “No, I am not going to do that.”

*ping*: “Are you sure?” A photo came through showing Alison, topless on a bed, angry eyes looking into the camera, hands tied above her head. The photo cut off just above her pussy.

*ping*: “Do you remember what the photo looks like uncropped? You look pretty drunk, so you might not remember. Do you want to see?”

She knew what the full photo included. Her ex-boyfriend Paul had taken it after a drunken argument. The photo was from their makeup sex. Paul was always kinky, and after tying her hands, he had put a banana and a cucumber inside her at the same time. She had said no, especially to the photo, but Paul ignored her, and included everything – from her tied hands all the way down to her spread eagle legs and bare feet, tied wide apart.

Could this all be Paul? she wondered. But he didn’t have that other video, so how could it be?

Alison: “No.”

*ping*: “I figured. Well don’t wait for me, whore. Go see what that delivery guy thinks your pussy is worth.”

Alison shuddered. The thought of offering herself to Marvin was awful. They had known each other for almost a whole year, shortly after Drips Coffee opened and he had taken over the delivery route. The often joked, chatted, and even flirted occasionally. But Alison saw him as a comrade. He was part of a small business, just like she was. He had helped her through some slow months with discounted supplies, and she was grateful.

But now Alison was being threatened to offer him something in return. She stared at the ceiling again, thinking of what she would say. Alison approached Marvin from behind, offering him a gentle tap on the shoulder as he knelt to put away the last few boxes of napkins.

She cleared her throat. “Marvin, so, I know we’ve known each other for a while now, and, well, my boyfriend and I kind of have this thing-“

Marvin stood up. She had never noticed before their height difference and how he towered over her.

“We have this thing where, it’s kind of like a game I guess, it is going to sound weird, but I was-“

Marvin interrupted. “You want me to fuck you and record it for him, don’t you?” Her jaw dropped and Marvin smirked. “It’s not the first time I’ve been asked for that, you know, it’s cool.”

“I, um, wow, uh - okay.” Alison had no idea how to respond to such a welcome offer.

“I have ground rules though,” Marvin continued. “I think that’s always important.” He rolled his sleeves up, exposing muscular forearms. “Let’s sit down.”

Marvin helped himself to one of the lounge chairs, and patted his thigh for Alison to come sit on his lap. She acquiesced and sat daintily on his lap.

He sighed. “I admit, Alison, I’ve had my eye on you since we met, but relationships like yours are pretty rare. I kept hoping you would just mention you were single one day. But hey, I’ll take it any way I can.” he chucked.

*ping*

Alison smiled, trying to ignore her phone.

“Is that him? Your boyfriend?” Marvin asked.

“Yes, I, I think so.”

“Good, that’s my first rule. I want to know he is really cool with this. One time I was with a chick and her boyfriend came bursting through the door and almost hit me with a golf club. I’m not having that again, you know? So give him my number, have him send me a message that he’s really cool with it.”

“Well, um, it’s complicated, but, um, I....I can’t give out his number.” Alison was unsure how to proceed. She didn’t even know who it was on Messenger, let alone how to reach them.

“What about Messenger? It’s all encrypted and shit, I know sometimes couples use that for their dirty stuff.” Marvin winked. Alison gave a small, hesitant smile.
“Okay my Messenger tag is MMForever42.”

She reached for her phone and began to type.

*ping*: “Well?”

Alison: “He said okay, but he wants to talk to you first. His tag is MMForever42”

*ping*: “Why does he want to talk to me?”

Alison: “He thinks you are my boyfriend and you like seeing me with other guys.”

*ping*: “Smart girl, you are learning. Lol if only we were dating.”

Alison placed her phone face down on her thigh. Sure enough, a moment later, Marvin’s phone buzzed.

*ping*: “You’re going to fuck my girlfriend?”

Marvin: “If you are okay with it. She’s hot as fuck man. So skinny.”

*ping”: “I know, right? I’m lucky. Yes I am okay with it.”

Marvin: “Do you want photos or something? Usually cucks want something like that.”

*ping*: “I am NOT a cuck. Do not ever call me that.”

Marvin: “Sorry man, but, like, you want me to fuck your girl, so, what are you then? Like an open relationship?”

*ping*: “I would more call it a dom-sub relationship. I’m the dom, Ali is my sub. She does what I say.”

Marvin: “Oh, okay.”

*ping*: “So today I told her to fuck you. Did she ask you what I told her to ask?”

Marvin: “What did you tell her to ask?”

*ping*: “How much you would pay to fuck her cunt.”

Marvin: “She did not ask me. That’s blunt, man. I don’t really pay for it.”

*ping*: “So she isn’t worth anything to you?”

Marvin: “Oh don’t say that man, she’s hot. But I don’t know man, I’ve never paid for it before. Are you asking me to pay you?”

*ping*: “No, I am just asking what you would pay to fuck her.”

Marvin: “I don’t know man. I guess $50?”

*ping*: “Thanks, that is a great answer.”

Marvin: “So are we good? Do I have to wear a condom? You care where I bust? What else you two into?”

*ping*: “Ali is my sub, so she has agreed that I make all of these decisions. She was explaining earlier she was horny, but I’m out of town at the moment. So you, my new friend, get lucky today. And yes I do have some agreed-upon things. Have you done this before?”

Marvin: “I have actually haha”

Alison sat awkwardly, unsure of what was being said. But she knew it was being said about her.

*ping*: “No condom. Finish wherever you want, she is on the pill. And you want to know something fun?”

Marvin: “What?”

*ping*: “Ali has a rape fantasy.”

Marvin: “What does that mean?”

*ping*: “It means she wants you to be forceful. She may push back, she may kind of fight, and all that. But It’s all pretend. She just wants to act it out. Like a cathartic thing you know?”

Marvin: “I haven’t done that before. Is there like a safe word or something?”

*ping*: “Man I knew I liked you. There is a safe word. But it comes from me. So before you begin, call me and leave it on speaker. Just audio, no video. If you hear me yell banana, that’s the safe word.”

Marvin: “So you want to like listen to me pretend rape your girlfriend?”

*ping*: “Exactly. I want to listen to you pretend rape my girlfriend. I want to believe it. I want her to believe it. Don’t go easy on her. Ali knows how to take it. For being such a small girl, she is a big girl.”

Marvin thought for a moment, then nodded quietly. He looked up at Alison, who remained politely on his lap, her lips pursed, slightly quivering. He could tell this is what she wanted.

So realistic, he thought.

Marvin looked back down his phone and tapped CALL. The phone buzzed, and soon engaged. Silence. But soon, Alison heard a faint but distinct heavy breathing from the other end of the line.

Alison hesitated then asked “Did you call him?”

“Yes, and we talked about the safe word and everything. You don’t need to worry, we are going to make your dreams come true. Is it Ali or Alison?” Marvin’s hand moved to her cheek, brushed her hair back behind her ear, and he leaned in her for a kiss.

Alison pulled her face away, the second time she had to do so today. Her eyebrows furrowed. “Why did you call him?” Alison stood up and backed away from Marvin, perhaps more scared of the phone than of the man directly in front of her.

Marvin stood as well, unbuttoned his shirt, and revealed strong pectorals and a few abdominals.

“You are really into this fantasy, aren’t you?” Marvin chuckled as he tossed his shirt onto a chair.

“I don’t know what you mean, stop it Marvin-“ Alison continued to back away toward the counter. Her eyes darted to the door, wondering if she could reach it.
Marvin approached her. He took two steps forward for every one she took back. Eventually, he reached her. Alison froze.

Marvin leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Your boyfriend told me everything. I know about your fantasy. It’s okay. We’ll do this right. Your boyfriend is on speaker so he can hear us and he will give the safe word if we have to.” Marvin continued forward, pressed his torso firmly against Alison, which in turn squeezed her between Marvin’s body and the counter.

Fear began to grip Alison. She had no idea what Marvin was talking about, and she had never before realized their size difference was so stark.
“Marvin, please, you are scaring me-“ she began.

Marvin bent further to kiss her neck. Breathy, he replied “Good, baby. That’s it.”

His hands crept up from her waist, past her ribs, up to her breasts. Marvin gave a synchronized pinch and pull to each. Alison winced in pain.

“Please, Marvin, stop, this isn’t what we talked about-“ Alison tried to dart for the door, but tripped on Marvin’s shoe.

Marvin had actually wanted to fuck Alison since they met. He didn’t think it would be like this, but at his core, Marvin was a performer. He wanted to put on a good show to bring Alison pleasure. He wanted to bring her fantasy of fear to life.

As Alison scrambled, Marvin quickly laid on top of her. He pinned her down, stomach to the floor, his weight on top of her.

Alison screamed into the empty cafe. No one responded. No one came to her aid.

“Sshshshsh, Ali,” Marvin whispered. “Just enjoy it.”

Silence again filled the air. Then a heavy breath emanated from the phone. Her eyes widened. Her predicament set in and she began to shake.

Marvin lifted his chest up, and lay one large forearm across Alison’s back. His mass pressed the air from her lungs.

His other arm moved down and began tugging at Alison’s waistband, trying to pull it down. But he could not get a good grip, and when he finally did, the resistance of her hips, the friction, and the awkward position fought back against him.

“Fuck, this does not look so hard in the movies,” Marvin snorted as he shifted his weight on top of Alison. She tried to squirm beneath him, to no avail.
Another breath came from the phone.

Marvin finally used his entire against Alison and pressed her into the floor. She nearly disappeared beneath him.

He lifted his hips and, using both of his hands, managed to pull Alison’s pants down a bit, not even to the middle of her thighs. He then went back up and more easily tugged at her panties, sliding them below her ass. Not being one to waste time otherwise, he kept his shoulders down, and worked on his own belt, button, and fly. Much like Alison, his pants and boxers now left his buttocks exposed.

“STOP! MARVIN!” She screamed.

More breathing from the phone.

“That’s right baby, get into it. I know you want it like that.” Marvin grabbed his shaft with one hand and attempted to guide it into his partner. At first he struggled to find the right angle, then the right hole, but finally he felt it. Her most holy spot. Her bare lips and warmth.

But no more than a centimeter of his cockhead was able to slip into Alison. She was not wet like he had imagined. “Need some help getting wet, baby?” Marvin brought his hand up to his mouth, licked his flat palm and fingers, then brought it below Alison’s hip. He grabbed at her pussy, and tried to rub her clit.

“You like that baby? You like when I rub that clit and your bare pussy baby?” Alison winced, unable to escape, unable to move, and unable to stop Marvin’s fingers. She felt him toying with her, spreading her lips, harshly rubbed her clit. Lighting shot through her groin and up her spine.

“YOU LIKE THAT, BOYFRIEND? YOU LIKE HEARING YOUR GIRL STRUGGLE?” Marvin yelled to the phone. “HEY BOYFRIEND, I’M ABOUT TO MOUNT YOUR BITCH.”
With that, Alison felt Marvin’s shaft force itself inside her in one thrust. Her head jerked forward, and Marvin let out a grunt.

“That’s it, Ali, take my cock. You like being raped, baby? You like that?” Marvin huffed into her ear. “You know I always called you Alison, I never knew you liked being called Ali.”

Another thrust.

Alison hated the name Ali. She always had. Maybe that is why her tormentor used it.

She began to cry openly, her only outlet.

“Fuck baby, I didn’t know you would be so tight.” Thrust after thrust, Marvin kept her flat against the ground. She stared at the crumbs under the table. Each and every one. She counted them one at a time, trying to dissociate.

More breathing from the phone.

Alison was not sure how much time had passed. How many thrusts she had endured. How many disgusting things Marvin had said to her just a few minutes after she thought they were friends. She just counted the crumbs.

“HEY BOYFRIEND, I’M GOING TO CUM INSIDE YOUR BITCH!” Marvin yelled before groaning again, loudly, animalistic. Alison didn’t feel him pulse, or breathe, or even dismount her. She laid still. Her pants remained where they were, her ass exposed. Alison’s thighs spasmed slightly with her ability to move restored. But she dared not move. She was unsure what else her assailant, or assailants, had discussed.

Marvin grabbed his phone. DISCONNECT

Marvin: “I hope you liked that, boyfriend. Ali is a tight little bitch.”

*ping*: “I did. Do you think Ali enjoyed living out her fantasy?”

Marvin: “Hard to tell. She hasn’t moved. Is she going to be okay?”

*ping*: “That’s how she always is. She basks in it. I bet she is just enjoying the feeling of your load inside her.”

Marvin: “Hot. I had not idea Ali was such a freak.”

*ping*: “Right? Now leave. I don’t want to see who you are.”

Marvin put his phone in his pocket. He grabbed the hand cart and walked toward the door. He took a breath as if it say something, but he could not think of the words, so he opened the door and walked out toward his truck.

Alison counted 49 crumbs.

End of chapter 4
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Did you like this messaging twist?

[Fox44]

This could become my new favorite story. It has everything I love. Blackmail, the talking—the only thing missing for me was a description of how the sperm squirts into her and perhaps penetrates her uterus, just a sentence or two.
Please keep going, I want her to suffer more.
Best regards, your soon-to-be biggest fan.