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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Ho...)
You get home and you text Rachel to tell her what happened. Then you start drinking whisky straight from the bottle. You justify it by saying to yourself you have nowhere to be in the morning and why not? You have been saving a nice fifteen year old Irish blend for a while and can’t think of a better time to open it up.
“Sorry Rachel. Head of HR caught me with my cock straight up in the air shooting my jism all over myself watching the video of you sucking John’s cock while I was in my office and I totally got fired. Might have pulled out my dick and waved it at them for the trouble while in their main lobby and gotten carried out! LOL. Text me back when you see this.”
There is no answer from Rachel for nearly two hours. You’ve had nearly a third of the bottle during that time and are working on a pretty good buzz.
You also turn on your old shitty desktop computer after texting Rachel and watch the video of Rachel blowing John’s giant cock and swallowing every last drop of his massive load on over and over again. The resolution is shitty and you curse the fucking thing. You plan to go pick up a new computer tomorrow.
Your phone rings and it’s Rachel.
“Just got out of a major meeting with the government rep. What the hell happened, Ross? How did you get fired?”
“Just like how I texted you. I was watching your sexting video. Didn’t even hear her coming in to my office and don’t even know how long she was there. When I came all over myself she fired me.”
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Ross. I feel like I’m totally to blame for you losing your job!”
“Don’t worry about it, Rachel.”
“It totally is! It’s my fantasy to have the sexting. If I hadn’t asked you to do this, you would still have a job, even a very good promotion!”
“The promotion would have been very nice, because it would have meant a lot less work, better hours, and almost double the pay, but I never really liked that job. I’m glad I got fired. Now I’ll have more time for watching your sexting videos!”
“Ross, you can’t know how guilty I feel. What can I do to make it up to you?”
Your brain is still reeling from having cum four times in less than an hour, and your judgement is a bit cloudy because of your buzz from the whiskey. That, added to the fact that you were fired less than two hours ago from a job you had been at for over fifteen years and thought you’d retire from, has really messed up your emotions. You are still too dazed and crazed from the day and you make an impulsive decision that you would never have made while you were stable and sane. You don’t even realize how emotionally fucked-up you are as you say the next few things to your loving girlfriend. If you had just waited until she came home from work, you would have calmed down and your life would have turned out very differently…
“Since you’re in a ‘gonna make it up to you’ mood, it would be nice if you could send me more videos of you and John. What do you say?”
“I’m not sure how much or how often John is willing to help us out with the sexting videos, but I can try my best to get him to act out scenes with me as often as possible. Ross… Is that all you want? I’ll do anything for you babe!”
You actually will regret the next thing you say to your girlfriend, and you kinda have a notion of that while the idea forms in your head, but you say it anyway because you’re still pretty fucked up emotionally from the day.
“I want to see more happen between you and John in the videos… much more than what you’ve done so far…”
“You want me to do more than giving him a blow job? How much further?”
Your heart skips a beat as your brain tries to make sense of what you said and what she’s asking you right now.
“I want to see you and John do more and more freaky shit Rachel… an ever-escalating spiral of sexual debauchery. I want you and John to thrill me. To weave stories with your sexting videos that are so racy and risky, so believable that you make me forget it’s you. Like you did when you blew him!”
Rachel doesn’t answer for a while. “Are you asking me to take the sex with John to the next level for our videos?”
Your brain runs through two possible responses: “I changed my mind Rachel. I don’t want you to do anymore with him. I just want you for myself” and “I want you to take it all the way and beyond with him.”
It’s only like two seconds your increasingly-inebriated, emotionally confused and clouded brain makes your mouth blurt out the response your logical brain tries to deny…“Yes Rachel, I want to see his massive cock inside your pussy. And in your asshole too, while we’re at it!”
There’s literally a minute of silence. You’re not sure if she’s still there.
“Rachel? Are you still there?”
“Yeah Ross… I’m just in shock from what you just said… I never had any intention of even going as far as I did with John or involving him. My idea was to have us take photos of each other and send them to each other while making sexy talk… I’ve only ever wanted to be with you sexually…”
“Come on Rachel, this sexting thing was your idea, your fantasy. And I went along with it to help you satisfy your sexual lust.”
Your currently twisted brain suddenly surges to a dark place and you have an intense dislike for your girlfriend and want to punish her for your recent trouble.
“Truthfully, you were right when you said earlier that it was totally your fault I lost my job. So I think you owe me big time!”
There is another even longer silence before Rachel answers you. She sounds like she is about to cry.
“It makes me so sad this is happening to us, Ross. I know it’s my fault you lost your job (sniffle) and we are in this situation… I’ll talk to John and see if he’s up to it… I’m sorry, Ross (sniffle)… I love you so much…”
You ignore her verbalizing her love for you (which is not lost on her) and callously answer. You feel agitated that after all that she’s put you through as a result of her sexting fantasy, the least she could do is make more videos with her boss and send them to you. Besides, you say to yourself, she stirred up the hornets’ nest and made her fantasy your fantasy — except your fantasy is much more intense, graphic, explicit and risky.
Rachel doesn’t know it, but you have some freaky taste in porn that you’ve archived on your porn website profile. It includes gangbangs, anal, deep throat, throat pie, giant dildo insertions, big cock, cuckolding, anal creampie, BDSM, broken condoms and accidental creampie, insemination and impregnation, unwanted pregnancy and more. Now that the floodgates are open, you want her to do it all.
“Do whatever you need to do to convince John. Seeing you in videos doing all kinds of shit with him will make me happy and satisfied!”
“Okay, Ross. Hope you can forgive me. I’ll try my best to make it up to you.”
You and Rachel hang up.
You keep drinking and jerking off to Rachel blowing John on the screen. In less than an hour, you’re down to just a quarter of the bottle and you’re so drunk it’s hard to see straight. You look down to stare at your withered cock and yell at it, “Wake the fuck up you little shit! No laying down on the job!” Then you grab yourself roughly and realize your mistake as you double over in pain.
You fall to your knees because it’s getting really hard to stand. You take a very large swig of your good whiskey almost finishing the bottle with the last swig.
A few minutes later you can hardly see. You are barely able to crawl to your bed. It takes all of your effort to pull yourself up and lay on the bed. You have a vague thought that you should pull your pants up, but you’re too tired to do anything about it. Thankfully, the world goes away as you pass out.
While are were sleeping, Rachel comes home to talk to you and get packed. She finds you in the bed passed out with your pants and underwear around your ankles. She was hoping to talk to you but gives up after thirty minutes. Unable to wake you, she sullenly gets two large suitcases packed with almost all of her clothes. She gets you dressed in something more comfortable, puts you under the covers, leaves two large bottles of Gatorade on the side table with two painkillers for the headache she knows you’re gonna wake to, and leaves the house for her business trip.
It’s two in the afternoon the next day by the time you wake up. Your head is throbbing with the worst hangover of your life. You see the aspirin, the Gatorade, and a note from Rachel.
“Check your phone honey. Call me when you wake up. Love you.”
You put the note down, take the aspirin and down an entire bottle of Gatorade. You lie back down and feel grateful you don’t have any place to be. You wake up an hour later, feeling much better. You flip open your phone to see a slew of text messages.
“Talked to John. He was worried, but I cried to him and he agreed to anything we wanted. He said we could probably do a couple videos per day since it’s just him and me in the townhouse.”
“Did you get my last text?”
“Ross?”
“Change of plans with the travel plans for work… John said the government Rep wants us to move up the timeline and is meeting us out there early tomorrow morning so we have to leave tonight. Coming home soon.”
“Ross???”
“Hope you’re okay. Leaving the office now.”
“Came home to see you had passed out from the whiskey. Totally get it babe. Drove my car to the garage at work and parked it there so don’t worry if you don’t see it at home. John and I are on the way to the airport. I’ll text you when we land. Sent a little video for you to enjoy before we talk. Love you!”
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