Chapter 17

I was sprawled out again, feeling my ass throbbing. The sting had become part of me, and the anal plug, which seemed like a good idea at first, was starting to bother me a bit. But holy shit, how much it turned me on was ridiculous.

“Eita, Vee… I think I marked up your ass too much.”

His voice came out half guilty, half satisfied, and I wanted to know how bad the damage was. I tried to turn over, but without a mirror, I couldn’t see a thing.

“Take a picture and show me.”

He stretched to grab the phone off the floor and I heard a few clicks, then silence. I looked back and saw John staring at the screen, serious.

“Can I take more? In another pose?”

I snorted a laugh.

“Yeah… what do you want pictures of my ass for, you perv?”

He lifted his eyes to me, and I saw that typical hesitation of his.

“I want to.”

I bit my lip. The idea was just to play around, but the truth was I trusted John. I knew he was too much of a nerd to leak anything. So I got on all fours, exaggerating the pose. The silence between clicks got thicker, until he let out, low:

“Fuck, you look so hot.”

A shiver ran up my neck, weirdly, I don’t know if because I was already turned on, the compliment hit my ears harder.

“Let me see. Give me the phone.”

He handed me the device, but before letting go, he murmured:

“Okay… but don’t delete them.”

Damn, my ass was really all red. I stared at the picture and, for a second, didn’t even recognize myself. My body looked different there, exposed like that. Stuff was dripping inside me, my skin was red and swollen, marked up. But what got me was the insane rush of excitement from seeing myself that way. How was that possible?

I scrolled through the other pictures he’d taken. Some were close-ups, others showed everything. And then, that one. Me on all fours, spread open, a string of cum mixed with my lube dripping down. The handprint marks still fresh, the plug shoved in back there, shining under the light. I couldn’t blink. I felt like a slut in that… and I loved it.

John was watching me, quiet. I already knew that look—thoughtful, like whenever he had some wild idea.

“Can I suggest something new?”

“Depends.”

“What do you think about posting online?”

I blinked, trying to figure out if he was serious.

“You crazy? No fucking way I want my nudes out there…”

“Don’t you wonder what people think of you?”

I huffed, tossing the phone on the bed.

“No, man. If someone recognizes me, I’m screwed, John.”

He took the phone back, unfazed, he wanted to show me something. A forum. Regular people posting nudes, showing off. Folks who liked being watched. I started scrolling the feed, kinda lost, slightly amazed by those totally normal bodies. Women, men, all out there. I caught myself wondering what kind of people they were and what turned them on. I wanted to get that vibe.

I liked the idea, the thought of showing off was exciting, but of course I was scared shitless to do something that stupid, ‘cause it could go really bad for me if anything went wrong.

“I don’t know, John…” my voice came out more hesitant than I wanted. “I’m curious. But I really don’t know…”

He smiled. He knew he’d planted a seed of doubt.

“I’ll post just one, and we see, okay?”

I bit my lip.

“Okay… but clean out anything that could link back to me. And crop my face out of all the pictures.”

“Deal.”

I got up, feeling the plug still bothering me inside.

“I’m gonna take a shower. I think I’m gonna pull this out of my ass.”

He pouted.

“You don’t wanna go down anymore?”

I rolled my eyes.

“I can’t take it anymore, man! What do you think?”

“Aw… I wanted that little ass…”

I laughed low, grabbing my towel.

“After the shower, I’ll see, okay?”

“Okay.”

I gave him a quick kiss and headed to the bathroom. I needed a long shower. I was gross, sweaty, all sticky. I turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up, and leaned on the sink. The mirror still showed some marks on my body. I smiled to myself like an idiot, all satisfied and well-fucked.

I loved his house’s bathroom—way too fancy, with that strong hot shower that made me lose track of time. His mom’s was even bigger, like a mini apartment they called a bathroom, all the rooms separate. Whenever I came over, I dragged out the shower as long as I could.

Five minutes into my shower, he comes in with the phone in hand, muttering something inaudible to himself. Looked like he was calculating where to drop a bomb.

“What title and text should I put with the picture?”

“I don’t know, John, copy the others. Did you make a new account?”

“Yeah, WolfGirl16.”

“What a ridiculous name, John.”

“I didn’t know what to put, I just went with the first thing that came to mind.”

“I dunno, after that dumb username, anything works. Put something like: ‘Check out how I marked up my girlfriend’s little ass!’”

“Awesome, I’ll do that.”

He typed what I said and hit send with a loud, done, and started scrolling the feed while I finished my shower. I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel, and started drying off. He wasn’t even paying attention to me, staring at the phone and letting out a dumb satisfied chuckle.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Already got comments here, this shit’s fast.”

“What are these jerk-offs saying?”

I dried my hands and took the phone. There were already about ten notifications and the damn thing wouldn’t stop buzzing. All of them, of course, vulgar as hell, but calling me hot and complimenting me. I stared at the screen, not sure what to feel.

John, sitting on the little stool, pulled me close, his eyes still glued to my ass. And he started planting kisses along my waistline, lips warm, breath steady. Felt good. I always loved that intimacy with him.

“People are sending DMs! Should I reply?”

“If you wanna reply…”

It felt like some weird world was opening up in front of me. I’d never gotten compliments like that. I was cute, but normal. Normal body. Never thought of myself as hot. Tati, even shorter, had more curves than me.

“John, reading this crap is getting me turned on again, man.”

He was already nibbling slowly at the edges of my groin. I spread my legs, letting him play, and kept chatting with folks in the DMs.

“There’s women here too, John! Didn’t know girls were into this stuff.”

“There’s all kinds there, didn’t I tell you?”

His kisses got stronger, and it was hard to focus on the chat with his mouth right there.

“Jão, let me finish drying off, and you finish this in the bedroom?”

And that was it. I dried off and we went back to the bedroom. I couldn’t put the phone down. I lay back on his bed and kept replying to the strangers while he, between my legs, ate me out. There were probably ten different people asking for pics. I could barely keep up with replies.

“They wanna send pics! Should I accept?”

“If you wanna see dick pics, accept, duh.”

“Can I?”

“Yeah, girl. What’s the problem?”

And I accepted.

One dick was weirder than the next. Most were ugly, but some were cute. One long and thin, another thick and short. One kinda crooked. Another too smooth. One veiny as hell. John peeked at the screen and laughed.

“Now you’re over there analyzing stranger dicks.”

“I’m just studying. Academic research.”

He laughed and pulled me by the ankle, setting the phone aside.

“Then study this one right.”

And he buried his face between my legs again.

“Nooo, I’m talking to people, eat me out quiet and don’t bug me.”

I said laughing, snatching the phone back from his hands. He didn’t protest.

The phone vibrated in my hand, DMs popping up one after another. The messages were all kinda similar—compliments, dumb questions, guys begging for more pics to see if I’d send something. John, lying between my legs, didn’t care. He’d already nestled his face back in and was licking slow, hot tongue, gentle strokes, like he was savoring every bit.

I went back to chatting with the guys.

Him: Hey, babe. What you up to?

I giggled. My boyfriend was face-deep between my legs and I was trying to concentrate to type.

WolfGirl16: My boyfriend’s eating me out right now.

I waited for the reaction while John made a slow circle with his tongue, right at the tip of my clit. I told him what I was typing and the perv, on purpose, sucked lightly, making me gasp.

Him: For real? Holy shit. And you’re typing?

John laughed against me, hot breath spilling over.

“Focus there, pretend I’m not here, Vee,” he murmured, giving me a broad lick.

I struggled to type while feeling my thigh muscles tremble under his pressure.

WolfGirl16: I can multitask.

Him: How’s it feel?

I bit my lip and shifted on the bed, holding the phone in one hand and tangling my fingers in John’s hair with the other.

Me: It’s hot, wet… his tongue’s soft. He teases the tip, then drags it all the way, sliding. Now he’s sucking, real gentle, just to tease me.

As soon as I typed that, John dug his fingers into my waist and did the opposite: sucked hard, no warning. My legs clenched and the phone almost slipped from my hand.

“John, fuck…” I complained, but he just laughed, lips still glued to me.

Him: You gonna cum?

I blinked, feeling that heat crawling in my belly. It wasn’t a hard orgasm, the kind that knocks the wind out of you, but a nice wave, steady pleasure building up.

WolfGirl16: Think so.

Like he’d been waiting for that, John picked up the pace. His tongue moved with precision, each touch making my body open up more. My thighs were hot, my tits on fire.

“Vee, you coming?” his voice came out muffled, but full of fun.

I tried to reply in the chat, but I could only type one thing before the wave rose slow and hit me full on.

WolfGirl16: I came.

The phone slipped from my fingers and fell on the mattress. My body relaxed into the sheets, and John stayed there, giving little kisses, licking slow, like he was tasting what he’d just done.

“Kinda weak, huh?” he teased, kissing the inside of my thigh.

“It was good, shut up.”

He climbed up my body, kissed my mouth, and licked the corner of my lips.

“There you go, your academic research, Vee. You can tell the next DM guy.”

And he flopped down laughing beside me on the bed.

The day slipped away without me noticing. After all the playing, my body was begging for a break, and my stomach started growling loud. We decided what to eat and kept talking, lounging on the bed, no rush for anything.

“Vee, don’t forget to clear the chats on your phone.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, sure! The Feds are gonna raid my phone now, right, John?”

He looked at me serious.

“You never know.”

I said it teasing, but deep down I knew he wasn’t wrong. John was paranoid about that stuff, and I’d learned to respect it. The fear of getting screwed was bigger than my laziness, so I did it. I grabbed the phone and started deleting everything—browsing history, pics, messages.

I skimmed the DMs one last time, seeing if there was anything interesting before getting on with my stuff. Some messages I hadn’t even read yet. I scrolled through one by one, not too interested, until one hit me hard.

Him: Damn, Virginia, didn’t know you were into this stuff! Did John do that?

My stomach dropped.

Fuck. I’d been recognized.