Plunge

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Plunge

Cover Design: Jessica Drake

Photographer: Tankis276

Editor: Jennifer Roberts-Hall, Indie After Hours

Proofreader: Shawna Gavas, Behind the Writer

I
watch
as he takes her over and over again. His rock hard cock dipping in and out of her tight puckered hole. My hand trails down until I reach the location I need it most, my swollen nub pulsating with the need for release.

Making small circles, I can feel my womb start to contract. My vision becomes spotty, pleasure electrifying every synapse in my body, my breathing accelerating with the image on the screen. As he pounds away, her arms tied and tethered to the bedpost, I can’t help but wonder about the man posting these videos.

NYCsir.

This self-proclaimed alpha hosts a blog on
Plunge.xxx
as a means of self-expression, or so his bio says. There's only one image of him and it’s from the neck down. It makes me wonder why he’s hiding.

I imagine this man fucking the blonde’s ass, and I imagine the ass he's fucking is mine. I feel my nerves tighten as the scene now plays out in my mind. Bound and tethered, the hard smack of his hips against my rear. The burning pleasure. His hand reaching around swiping at my engorged clit until I explode . . .

And I do.

Into a million pieces.

Breathing out a long exhale, I wait for my heartbeat to regulate. That was intense. It always is when I find myself fantasizing about this nameless, faceless man. I’m not sure what it is about him, but every time I see the videos he posts and read the comments beneath, I feel like a part of me is complete. Like someone understands my deepest darkest desires.

I step away from my computer, look around my small studio apartment in the lower east side, and eventually peer out the window. The city lights twinkle in the distance, casting a soft glow through the room. NYCsir lives in New York, too. I wonder where? Then the craziest idea creeps into my brain…

What if we met? What if our paths were to happen to cross one day? A smile plays across my face but slowly slips away.

That would never happen.

I
wake
the next morning to the alarm blaring through the clock next to my bed. Peering over, I catch a glimpse of the time…7 AM. Plenty of time to get dressed, shower and head into the office.

I work a typical 9-5 job in the city. I started off selling ad space, but not the cool ad space that pays well. I sold slots in the back of a medical journal and made peanuts
,
barely enough to cover my apartment. About four months ago my luck changed when I was promoted to lead marketing executive at Cresley & Son. Ironic that there is no son actually working for the company, but from what I hear that’s a good thing. Rumor has it that Mr. Cresley’s son is a womanizing playboy. This company doesn’t need that mucking up our already stagnant numbers. My position was created to help get the company back on its feet.

I pop out of bed and head into the bathroom. Once under the warm heat the sleep harboring in my body is washed away. With soap in my hands, I lather myself and then rub the ball of my fingers over my distended nipples. A wave of pleasure shoots straight to my core and I drop the soap on the floor and reach across the shower stall to grab the water proof vibrator, I have stashed there for this very purpose. Spreading my legs apart I position the wand on my pussy and rub the tip against my clit. My pussy clenches quickly, the speed of the vibrations sending me right over the edge. God, I love my vibrator. Gets me off in thirty seconds flat.
Nothing like a quick O to perfectly start the day.

After dressing and putting on a light dusting of makeup, I head to the office. When I arrive, I see Jane and Mary standing by the water cooler.
How cliché.

Jane throws her head back and lets out a boisterous laugh while Mary turns a shade of red that makes me feel bad for her.

“What’s so funny?” I ask as I step closer to them.

“Mary here was just telling me about her blind date last night, weren’t you Mary? You should really fill Sam in.” Jane lets out another fit of giggles.

“Do I even want to know? From the look on your face, probably not,” I say to Mary as she scrunches her nose at me.

“It wasn’t that bad, Jane. Okay fine, it was that bad.” She places her hand over her face as she mumbles into her hand, “He whipped out a twelve-inch dildo. Happy?”

With that, Jane loses her shit again. “Can you believe that? Her blind date busted out a dildo to fuck her with, but do you want to hear the funniest part? He wanted to fuck her in the ass.”

My face grows hot at this omission and suddenly my mind starts to remember NYCsir.
That sounds fabulous.

“Earth to Sam? Are you okay? You are bright red. Look, J, you got Sam all hot and bothered. Poor girl must really need to get laid.”

Oh God, did I ever.
I haven’t had sex in forever. The last few men were such a disappointment I had given up getting some altogether. No one lived up to the fantasy. I would dream of them telling me to get down on my knees and suck them. Lick them. I would imagine their rough fingers scraping at my skin and the feel of their heavy palm making contact with my bare ass. But when we would finally make it into the bedroom, they could never fulfill my dream.

They would expect me to lead, for me to initiate. So I would, but it always fell flat. I needed someone to tell
me
what to do, to play out the running scene in my mind. I needed someone like NYCsir.

“Shit, boss man just walked in. We better get to work. Drinks at McDougal’s later?”

I nod yes to Jane and walk towards my cubical. Peering around the room to make sure no one is looking, I swipe my finger across my phone screen and pull up the app to Plunge.
He’s posted a new video.

Across the screen I see the definition of a toned torso leading to the perfect V. Right below, a hand moves in earnest stroking his hard, thick cock. My insides tighten as I watch. The camera is held at the perfect angle to not see his face or any defining features. Only his perfect length. He claims in the captions that these videos are of him. God,
I hope they are.
“Hey, Sam. Do you have the file for the Gibson account? Hey you okay, your face is all flushed,” Marc asks as he stops in front of my desk.

“Umm, yeah. Just…hot. Let me get that file for you.” Closing the phone quickly, I toss it inside the drawer to the right of me, as I grab the information he asked for. Geez, I really need to be more careful.

S
urprisingly
, the day flies by and after work I find myself at the Irish pub throwing back shots of Jameson. After my first two shots, I’m feeling all types of loose.

“So, Sam,” Jane says through the laughter and chatter of the other patrons, “I’ve been thinking about this all day. When was the last time you got laid?”

“Too far back to remember,” I reply, reaching for the new shot glass sitting in front of me. I throw it back and it burns my throat as it warms my body. “But I do watch a shit-ton of porn,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

“NO SHIT! I did not see that coming. Really?”

“Yeah, I have a mild addiction.” I can’t believe I’m admitting this out loud. Must be the booze. “Ever hear of
Plunge.xxx
?”

Her mouth falls open with my admission. “Isn’t that the site where people post all their fantasies and shit?”

“Something like that.” I shrug.

“Show me.”

With all my inhibitions gone, I reach for my phone in my purse and pull it out. “There,” I say, flashing her the screen to the home page. She shakes her head at me.

“Not good enough, Sam. Show me the good stuff.” Her lip quirks up into a sinful grin. I let out an audible sigh and start to type.

“Here, happy?” I say, thrusting the phone in her face.

Her pupils dilate rapidly. “Holy shit. This is hot. God, look at that cock! Oh my God, it says it’s his… Damn it.”

“What?”

“No face image, but dude… From his body alone he looks hot. Oh my God, Sam. You need to totally hit that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? I can’t “hit” that,” I say while air quoting.

“Of course you can. Here, look.” She types something on my phone and shows it to me. My heart starts to pound in my chest as I read what she has typed.
Is that really a picture of your cock? Because it’s beautiful.
I snatch the phone from her hand and try to undo the message but it’s too late. The message has been sent.

N
aughtygirl7 watches
all of my videos. Every. Single. One. I can see who’s viewed. Every day I receive notification with the data of the screen names following me. I’ve used this on a number of occasions to target my audience. Naughtygirl7 has never commented, and I find it strange that she does now.

I pull up her profile and find very little to work with. So I do what any overly inquisitive pervert would. I request her information.

Me: A/L/Pic?

I wait for a few minutes before I get a response. A little too long.

30/Lower East/see pic attached

It’s not a full picture, but I’d be concerned if it were. These sites are a breeding ground for some scary fucking people. I may be depraved in a sexual nature, but I am what I claim to be. There’s no hidden agenda, just the promise of the best fuck a girl will ever have.

Albeit virtually.

Yeah, I’m cocky, but I’ve earned that right. With one flick of my finger, I can bring a girl’s pussy to my command. The trouble is I have rules and they always get in the way.

Rule #1. Don’t ever show your face to the Plunge crowd. Why? Everyone has their secrets and I have mine. That means, with the exception of some dirty talk and virtual sex, I’m off limits to these chicks. I never show them my face.

Sad really. These girls are freaks.

I inspect her photo. She isn’t a knockout by any stretch, but she does have a girl next door quality that is hot as fuck. Her brown locks have streaks of caramel running through and her facial features are delicate. I usually go for the overly done-up porn star looking Barbie type, but looking at her innocent face, I start to grow hard.

I need to get laid.

I peruse her untanned exposed neck. Her alabaster skin would pink up real nice. I would be bad for a girl like this, but I don’t give a fuck.

I write back.

Me: Sending an email now . . .

I go to the send message tab which allows you to carry on private conversations with the other members.

Naughtygirl7-

I’m intrigued by your comment. Are you saying you’d like my cock to pound your pussy?

I hit send and wait. I don’t get an immediate response which doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t like waiting. I close out messenger and start getting ready for my next video.

What people don’t understand is that I make bank with these. One video nets about 10k a week. My dick has been sought out by big time adult movie producers, but I’m not interested. My shit doesn’t go anywhere that I don’t have complete control over and, more importantly, I will
never
show my face.

As I’m grabbing something to eat out of the refrigerator, my computer dings.
Naughtygirl7 finally came back to play.

N
aughtygirl7
: Sorry I’m out with friends. I got so hot from your message that I had to slip into the bathroom and slide my fingers into my dripping pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever came so hard in my life.

She’s brazen. I love it.

This is definitely different from what I’m used to. Most understand that I prefer to tell my girls what to do and when to do it. I like to be in control, but today I’m willing to make the exception.

M
e
: You’re living up to your name naughty girl. Tell me, did you taste yourself?

I
get an immediate response
.

N
aughtygirl7
: I always do. I love it. I taste delectable.

I
nteresting
.

M
e
: Are you into the girl on girl thing?

N
aughtygirl7
: No. My preference is you. ONLY you.

G
ood answer
.

M
e
: That’s good, pet. I don’t share. When you moan, I want it to be for me.

Show me another picture. A full picture of you right now. I want to see your body.

A few minutes go by before the ping sounds. I open the attachment and my breath escapes me. She really is something. She’s so much more than her profile picture shows. She’s beautiful.

In this picture, she’s in a crowded bar, looks to be McDougal’s Pub not far from me. She’s wearing what looks to be a skin tight black number that showcases her perky tits. My dick lengthens in my pants again, clearly onboard with this.

As much as I focus on her breasts, my attention keeps drifting to her eyes. They are a beautiful shade of green and the shape is an exotic almond. I glance down to find her lips puckered in a kiss. I imagine her mouth wrapped around my cock and I have to undo my jeans. The throbbing is painful. I need a release, and I need it now.

Me: I want to come between your tits. Would you lick the tip while I slide in and out? Tell me, you naughty girl.

N
aughtygirl7
: Yes. God, yes. I want that too.

M
e
: Touch yourself, naughty girl.

N
aughtygirl7
: I’m in a crowded bar.

H
mmm
…that won’t work.

M
e
: Sit down where nobody can see you and reach your hand under that black dress. Stroke your wet pussy for me.

I
stroke
my cock with my hand. Making long strokes with my palm, I drag my orgasm to the surface. I imagine her pumping her long fingers in and out of her pussy. She’s so wet that I can hear the juices that coat her fingers. As the pressure builds, one more message comes in. There’s a photo attached. I click it open to see a picture of her pink folds.

N
aughtygirl7
: I want you to bend me over this table and fuck me in front of the entire bar.

T
hat does it
.

My dick pulses and hot liquid sprays in waves from the tip. God that was ridiculously quick, embarrassingly so. We’d talked for less than five minutes before this chick was sending me pictures of her bare pussy.

I click favorite on her profile and send her a quick message.

M
e
: You are definitely naughty. We’ll be talking again soon. Have fun.

I
sign out
, exhausted and absolutely sated.