Tonight, with nothing else to do, he scrolled aimlessly through Instagram. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for – a distraction, maybe, or simply something he could connect to, something that felt alive. But then his scrolling slowed, his thumb pausing over a particular profile.

There she was. her profile peppered with emoji hearts and a bio that simply read,”risk it all for me”. Fuck, he thought, wiping sweat from his brow. 

She was young, he guessed around twenty, with a kind of energy that radiated even through his dim phone screen. Her photos were striking, unabashedly curated, the kind of thing he normally wouldn’t care about. But there was something about her – her carefree smile, her brattiness, the gleam of her long, platinum-blonde hair, perfectly straight and draping all the way down her back, that stopped him.

In one picture, she posed confidently on the hood of a vintage car, surrounded by two friends who looked as young and carefree as she did. She wore her hair in playful pigtails, her hands resting on the car with a casual confidence. She wore a short hot pink bandeau dress that hugged her petite frame, and in her little pink mouth was a lollipop, the bright red candy catching the light. Her friends flanked her on either side – one with messy curls and a mischievous smile, the other with dark, wavy hair and a brooding, aloof expression. Together, they radiated the kind of effortless allure he hadn’t seen in years, maybe ever.

In the next photo, she posed in front of a mirror, her phone held high to catch the light. She wore a sheer white metallic dress, one that clung to her figure. The background was opulent – marble floors, gilded mirrors, a space that oozed exclusivity and decadence. Her expression was bold, unbothered, as if she was fully aware of the effect she had on the camera.

The final image stopped him in his tracks. She was staring straight into the lens, one eyebrow cocked with a look that held a hint of arrogance, even cruelty. She held up her middle finger to the camera, her lips pursed in a smirk that felt almost like a challenge. The caption below read: See this and weep.

He couldn’t put his phone down, couldn’t stop staring. He knew he shouldn’t be looking – shouldn’t even be thinking this way. But somehow, she made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time: a spark of excitement, the thrill of the forbidden. He saw she had another link in her bio and clicked it. He wasn’t prepared for what he found there. Fuck. men worshiped her. Men paid her to simply talk to them. All she had to do was post a photo, post a status abusing them and they went wild. He could see from comments some were even competing for her attention. All she had to do was hint, or tell them what she wanted and they rushed to buy it for her. The car he saw in the photo was hers. He hesitated and went to click off her profile. This was really pathetic. What was he doing? A forty year old man lusting over a bratty college girl. But he could see he wasn’t the only one who was entranced. Fuck. She even took a fee for her to reply. He found his fingers moving onto her payment link. And sending thirty dollars. He typed out a message in her chat box, then deleted it again. In the end all he could manage was “Hi.”

Fuck he was stupid. Surely she wouldn’t reply. His phone flashed. She had sent him a voice note. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest. He got out of bed as quietly as he could and crept down the hall, down the stairs into the downstairs bathroom. He pressed play.

“Do not call me anything other than goddess. Understood?” fuck her voice was sexy. She was a bratty and pure valley girl. 

“Yes goddess” he replied in an instant. Then he messaged her again

“How are you?”

She left him on read. He could see she was still posting on her page. She seemed to be on another luxurious vacation. She had posted a bikini pic, sunning herself on a lounge by the pool. The bikini was white and string, it left little to the imagination. He could see the outlines of her small pert little breasts, her slender thighs, the indication of a tight little cunt. He couldn’t help himself. He felt her piercing blue eyes staring into his soul. He moaned audibly while touching his cock. He was rock hard. It didn’t take long for him to burst. Fuck. he had not came that hard in a LONG time. He felt guilt. He felt ashamed. And he felt upset she was ignoring him. Get a grip he told himself. He suddenly felt relaxation wash over him. And tiredness. Such tiredness. He crept back upstairs and laid next to his wife. Passing out almost immediately, phone still in hand.

He winced when he looked at his phone in the morning while making him and Carol, his wife their morning coffees. He had sent her another fifty dollars and several messages asking her to reply to him. Fuck. how desperate and pathetic. He didn’t have a chance to check his phone again. He had the school run for his ungrateful kids and was in the office today. Fuck he was late. He drove slightly erratically to drop Joseph and Sienna off. They both insisted he drop them round the corner from their high school. It was embarrassing they said, what they really meant was he was embarrassing. He nodded at them grumpily and drove off. He really was embarrassing. If only they knew. 

He checked his phone again at work. She replied. Fuck. he didn’t even know her name. She had told him he needed to be punished for daring to jack off to her photos. He didn’t deserve to. He needed to send more. He sent another twenty dollars without hesitation. For some reason this felt like the ultimate escape for him. Messaging her made the day go quicker, she was aloof, and cocky. But she was fun to talk to. She teased him. Chastised him. But he felt like they were gaining a connection. He knew this was ridiculous. She would never talk to him without him sending. 

He got home to his favourite, pot roast, simmering on the stove. He felt a pang of guilt. Carol was a great wife. She did everything for him. She was still beautiful. She had naturally auburn wavy hair, stunning dark eyes and a lithe figure. He checked his phone again. Fuck. she had sent him a video. He went into the downstairs bathroom again and pressed play. There she was, topless this time, in a tiny black thong. As she spoke, she ran her hands over her nipples. Her little pink mouth was covered in wet gloss. 

“So you’re like.. my little pet now, huh?” she drawled.

Jesus christ. He was hard instantly. He locked his phone and looked in the mirror, regulating his breath. What the fuck was he doing. He didn’t have a chance to compose himself as Carol called him from upstairs. He walked into the bedroom and there she was, fresh out the shower, moisturised, sitting up, legs wide apart. Fuck. she was stroking her clit and was looking deep into his eyes, her nipples erect, smiling a secret smile. 

“Come here big boy, the kids are out till late.”

She was gorgeous. He loved her. But she wasn’t the reason he was so hard. It didn’t take him long to pull off his jeans, unbuckle his belt and join her on the bed. He wanted to fuck her mouth. He pulled her up onto her knees and pushed his rock hard cock into her mouth forcefully, closing his eyes. He imagined her wet little pink lip glossed mouth. He heard her splutter as he held her head down, pushing into the recesses of her throat. He opened his eyes and pulled himself out of her. Her eyes were streaming. Without a moment's hesitation he pushed her down onto the bed, entering her from behind. He closed his eyes again and imagined him sliding off that little white bikini, pushing his rock hard cock into that tiny tight little pussy, watching that pert little ass grind against him. He felt strength he had never before and pounded that tight tiny little pussy. Carol’s moans cut through his daydream. 

“OH MY GOD TODD” she shrieked. He was unrelenting, pushing in and out of her, hard. She was a river of wetness now. He didn’t stop. He pounded and pounded her until cum filled her. He came to as he slid out of her, watching his cum leak out of her pussy. Carol was making appreciative sounds. And turned herself over to lie next to him on the bed. 

“Todd.. what was that? I’ve never known anything like it..” she breathed

He laughed softly. “You made me so horny, looking like that” It was a partial lie. She was sexy, always had been. But it was that video that really got him. He felt shame, and guilt..

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