Trigger Warning: This story contains sensitive themes related to revenge porn. Please read at your own discretion.

a_park_after_dark

Amy Park’s hands trembled as she held up her phone, the screen displaying the damning evidence. "What the fuck is this, Scott?" she demanded, her voice quivering with a mixture of rage and betrayal.

Scott's eyes widened for a split second before his charm kicked in. "Honey, what are you talking about?" he asked, his tone dripping with feigned innocence.

"Don't you dare," Amy spat, her dark eyes flashing. "This Reddit account, a_park_after_dark? These are our videos. The ones you promised were just for us." She thrust the phone towards him, forcing him to look at the incriminating posts.

Scott's facade cracked momentarily. He ran a hand through his neatly styled hair, buying time. "Amy, I can explain," he began, his smooth voice faltering slightly.

"Explain?" Amy's voice rose, her usual composure slipping. "Explain how you created a Reddit profile so you could plaster our most intimate moments all over the Internet? a_park_after_dark? I’m not a fucking porn star Scott!" Her chest heaved as she fought to control her breathing.

Scott took a step towards her, hands raised placatingly. "Baby, it's not what you think. I just... I wanted to show you off. You’re so fucking hot. I made sure to blur out your entire face so no one could ever recognize you and I-"

Amy's eyes flashed with fury. "You asshole! I can see my tattoo clear as day in those videos. And my voice... God, Scott, I can recognize my own voice! How could you be so thoughtless?"

She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling suddenly exposed. "Do you have any idea what this could do to my life?"

Scott's charming facade crumbled further. "Amy, please, you’re overreacting. I never meant for-"

"For what?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "For me to find out? For it to go this far? Which is it, Scott?"

He reached for her, but she jerked away. "Don't touch me," she hissed. "I trusted you. I gave you everything, and this is how you treat me?"

Scott's expression hardened. "I didn't force you to make those videos," he said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.

Amy recoiled as if she'd been slapped. "No, you didn't. But I thought they were for us, not for the whole fucking world to see! For god sakes, you’re my husband!"

She paced the room, her fists clenched at her sides. The hurt in her eyes was palpable, mixed with a fierce anger that made Scott shrink back.

“I want you out," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Now.”

The door slammed behind Scott as he left. Amy sank onto the couch, her hands shaking as she continued scrolling through the posts. Their faces may have been blurred out, but there was no mistaking her voice.

"Oh god, yes! Fuck me harder!" her recorded self cried out. Amy cringed, her cheeks burning with shame. She'd always been vocal during sex, uninhibited in her pleasure. Now that freedom felt like a betrayal.

Amy's shaky hand hovered over the screen as she clicked on the next video. The image on the screen showed her, lying on a bed with her legs spread wide, her body glistening with sweat. Scott's head was buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. Amy's hands were visible, busy kneading and squeezing at her breasts in pleasure while her fingers tweaked and tugged at her nipples, her legs trembling as Scott's tongue worked between them. As the pleasure built, her voice grew louder and more desperate:

"Oh fuck, yes! Right there, don't stop!" she cried out in the video. "I'm so close, daddy. Make me cum. Make me fucking cum!"

Amy's breath caught in her throat as she clicked open yet another clip. In this video she saw herself writhing in pleasure, legs spread wide as Scott worked a thick dildo in and out of her glistening pussy. Her recorded voice rang out, desperate and primal.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that! Faster...faster…faster…oh god…oh god, it’s so deep…it’s so deep…"

She watched as Scott increased his pace, the dildo pistoning in and out at a frantic rhythm. Her body contorted in pleasure, arching off the bed with each thrust of the dildo. Her fingers were spread wide, grasping at the sheets in white-knuckled desperation as Scott's hand moved faster and faster, his arm a blur between her legs.

"Oh daddy make me cum! Please, make me fucking cum! Oh god, it’s so deep!"

With a final thrust, her onscreen self exploded in ecstasy,

"Oh shit, oh my fucking god! I’m cumming! Holy fuck! Don’t stop!!!”

Amy's cheeks flushed as she stared at the screen, transfixed by the sight of her own glistening juices coating the dildo in high definition. The 4K footage captured every detail - her trembling thighs, the slow withdrawal of the toy from her depths, the thick strands of white creamy fluids clinging desperately to the toy. As the camera zoomed in, there was her most intimate area on display, swollen and slick, her wetness still visibly seeping out.

"Mother fucker." Amy whispered, her stomach churning. But her eyes widened even more as she scrolled through the comments beneath the videos. Every a_park_after_dark post had racked up an obscene number of upvotes - 5,000, 10,000, even 20,000 on some. And there were hundreds of lewd and obscene comments to follow.

"Damn, that pussy looks delicious. I'd love to bury my face in there," one user wrote.

“u/a_park_after_dark what a hot little slut. The way you beg for it makes me so hard," another commented.

"That body is built for fucking. I'd wreck you all night long"

"Come ride my fat cock u/a_park_after_dark. I'll make you scream louder than any dildo."

Amy's eyes darted across the screen, her breath quickening as she read comment after filthy comment. "Fuck, I want to rail that tight pussy until you scream," one user wrote. Another chimed in, "I'd stretch you out way better than that pathetic husband of yours."

Her cheeks burned with shame, but she couldn't look away. A confusing mix of emotions swirled within her - anger, shame, betrayal. But as she scrolled, something else stirred deep in her core. A forbidden thrill rippled through her body, making her squirm in her seat. Despite her outrage at Scott's betrayal, Amy couldn't deny the electric jolt of arousal that coursed through her. Knowing that thousands of strangers had seen her most intimate moments, had gotten off to the sight of her body and sounds of her sex - it awakened something primal within her. She pictured faceless men stroking themselves to her videos, cumming as they watched her climax. The image both repulsed and aroused her. She shouldn't be turned on by this violation of her privacy. She should be furious, disgusted. And part of her was. But another part - a secret, wanton part she'd never acknowledged - reveled in being desired so openly and shamelessly by countless strangers.

Her nipples tightened, straining against the thin fabric of her shirt. A familiar heat was building between her thighs, her body betraying her revulsion. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" she whispered, disgusted by her own arousal. She squeezed her legs together, trying to ignore the growing ache. But as the comments continued to pour in, each one filthier than the last, Amy felt her resolve weakening. Her eyes were drawn to a string of particularly explicit comments from someone named Dwayne.

"I'm gonna split you open with my big black cock," his message read. "You'll be screaming like a whore when I'm done with you."

Amy's breath quickened as she scrolled through more of Dwayne's comments. Unlike the crude one-liners from other users, Dwayne painted vivid scenarios that made her pulse quicken.

"I'd pin you against the wall, lifting you up as I slide my big black cock inside that dripping pussy," his comment read. "You'd wrap those gorgeous legs around me as I fuck you senseless."

Another described in graphic detail how he'd bend her over the kitchen counter, spanking her ass red before pounding into her from behind. Amy squirmed, her panties growing damp despite herself.

“When I finish using that tight pussy, I'll pull out and paint those perfect tits with my hot cum. Then I'd make you lick every last drop off my cock like the dirty little slut you are."

Amy's heart raced as she read Dwayne's final comment: "Check your DMs slut."

With a mixture of anticipation and trepidation, she opened the private message and clicked on a link. A video opened and Amy's breath caught in her throat. There was Dwayne, his naked muscular body on full display, one hand gripping his massive cock.

"Holy shit," Amy whispered, her eyes widening at the sight of his enormous member. It was hard, thick, and pulsing, dwarfing anything she had ever seen before, making Scott's cock look positively minuscule in comparison.

As Dwayne stroked himself, Amy realized with a jolt that Dwayne was actually watching one of the videos that Scott had posted of her. She could hear her own voice in the background, crying out in ecstasy. Her cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment, but she couldn't look away as Dwayne was vigorously jerking his cock while salivating over her images. His hand moved rapidly up and down his thick shaft, glistening with a mixture of sweat and pre-cum. The veins beneath his dark skin pulsed with each stroke, his biceps bulging as he gripped his cock tightly. His face contorted in pleasure, lips parted in a deep groan as his body strained and shuddered. And then, with explosive force, thick ropes of white cum burst forth from his cock in quick succession like fireworks, landing on his stomach and thighs in a dramatic display.

"Jesus Christ. " Amy breathed, her heart racing as the video ended. Amy’s body was pulsating with an electric energy she couldn't explain. "What's the matter with you?" she whispered, trying to push away the arousal coursing through her veins, but her resolve crumbled with each passing second.

"I shouldn't... I can't...it’s so wrong…" she murmured, even as her hand slid beneath the waistband of her shorts. The moment her fingers grazed her slick folds, a jolt of pleasure shot through her. "Oh god," Amy gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.

Amy closed her eyes, picturing Dwayne's massive cock in vivid detail. She could almost feel the weight of it in her hand as she imagined wrapping her fingers around it, stroking it slowly as she took him deeper into her mouth. She pictured swirling her tongue around the swollen head, teasing and enticing, as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Obscene slurping sounds filled the room as she pumped his enormous member, imagining the taste and feel of him. She could feel Dwayne's thick shaft pulsing inside her mouth, throbbing and twitching with pleasure, before he finally released his hot load down her throat. Amy moaned softly as the fantasy consumed her, her fingers working furiously between her legs.

Unable to resist any longer, she yanked her shorts down and spread her legs as wide as possible. "Holy fuck, I'm so wet," she moaned, sliding two fingers deep inside herself. Her free hand kneaded her breast roughly as she imagined Dwayne's powerful body looming over her.

Amy's body was on fire, her mind consumed with lust as she envisioned Dwayne ravaging her in every way possible. She imagined him thrusting deep inside her, filling her to the brim with his massive cock as she cried out in ecstasy. She pictured him pounding into her relentlessly, his strong hands gripping her hips as he took her over and over again. The room was filled with the sound of wet, rhythmic squelching as Amy's fingers worked frantically between her legs. With each thrust of her fingers, a lewd slurping noise echoed through the room, mingling with her soft moans and gasps.

"Oh god, Dwayne," Amy moaned, her fingers working diligently to bring herself to the brink of orgasm. She was on the edge, desperate for release as the tension built higher and higher, consuming her entirely.

But Amy's delicate fingers could only tease at the aching emptiness inside her. She wanted Dwayne's thick cock to stretch her open, filling her completely in a way her small fingers never could. "God damn it," she hissed in frustration, desperate for more. Her eyes darted around the living room, searching for something, anything to satisfy the throbbing need between her thighs. The TV remote sitting on the coffee table caught her gaze. Without hesitation, Amy snatched up the remote, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She ran the cool plastic along her inner thighs, shuddering at the sensation. "Fuck it," she hissed, positioning the wider end at her entrance.

With a guttural moan, she pushed the makeshift toy inside, her back arching off the couch. "Holy fucking Christ!" she cried out as she worked the remote deeper. The ridges of the buttons dragged deliciously against her walls, sending jolts of pleasure through her core.

"Oh fuck yes," Amy moaned through clenched teeth. She began to pump the makeshift dildo in and out, her juices coating the hard plastic. The feeling of fullness was exquisite, so much more satisfying than her delicate fingers. Amy's free hand flew to her clit, rubbing furious circles as she fucked herself harder, breasts heaving as her climax built.

"Shit, I’m gonna cum…ohhh god…I'm gonna cum…..I’m gonna cum!" she chanted, her voice rising in pitch.

With a final twist of her wrist, she came explosively, a stream of profanities spilling from her lips as waves of ecstasy crashed over her trembling body. Her legs quivered violently, muscles spasming as the orgasm ripped through her core. She clamped her thighs around the remote, trapping it against her pulsing sex as she rode out the intense orgasm.

Finally spent, Amy collapsed back onto the cushions, panting heavily, her body still trembling from the aftershocks. "Fuck," she panted, her fingers slick with her own wetness. The image of Dwayne's muscular body was still vivid in her mind, making her pussy clench with renewed arousal.

As Amy lay on the couch, her body still buzzing with the intensity of her orgasm, the anger she felt still smoldered deep within her but now, there was something else simmering beneath the surface — a new energy pulsing through her veins. The fury she had felt at Scott for posting those videos without her consent had transformed into a burning desire to take control, a perverse urge she couldn't shake. She wanted - no, needed - to be seen.

"What the hell…" she muttered, reaching for her phone. Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the camera app.

Amy propped herself up against the sofa cushions and angled the phone carefully, making sure it captured her glistening pussy in full view. Her clit throbbed, aching to be touched again. With her free hand, Amy trailed her fingers down her stomach, imagining strangers' eyes on her, drinking in every moan and shudder. She could feel herself getting wetter in anticipation. Amy took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. Her finger hovered over the record button.

"You want a show?" she purred, slowly spreading her legs open. "I'll give you a fucking show."