07-11-2021, 11:23 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-11-2021, 11:24 AM by madiha.agarwal. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Let me rewind the time by 12 hours. I was spending quality time at home, which is basically doing nothing, when Neha called me out of the blue. She started telling about her day when Shrek (the nickname of our landlord as he looked like a fat ogre) took her to a nearby town where he made her buy vegetables without wearing a bra, giving a nice peep show to the shopkeeper, had sex in a theatre and then in an open field and finally took her to a farmhouse. Her detailed analysis aroused me enough to masturbate in the bathroom.
Later that night I called her as my spider-sense tingled. I was in for a shock. The call was answered by a male voice who I didn't recognize. I hastily cut the call and immediately I got a Facetime call from Neha's number. The man opened the camera and my blood ran cold.
There were two cocks entering Neha. One, which I knew belonged to Shrek, was entering her pussy and a black one was entering her asshole. I could hear Neha's moans in the background and it wasn't her happy high pitched anime girl ones but a deeper, more animal grunt. He moved the phone so that I could see her face and I almost dropped the phone. Her face was baby pink, her hair was tousled, her eyes had rolled back so I couldn't see the iris, her mouth was drooling with spit and I could see fresh cum stains on her face. Honestly, it was terrifying. Neha got a lot of attention in the office for having a cute face but I've seen her in many unflattering poses, like how she opens her mouth and snores. But this was the worst I had ever seen her.
The man realised that I was getting horrified so he moved the camera to her rear where I could see her two holes getting ravaged. The two cocks were getting more synchronous and moving like pistons. I couldn't see the other man's face as the rear camera was on but he was able to see me.
I was initially angry at Shrek for exploiting Neha but now my eyes were hypnotized by the simple image of reproductive organs doing their function. They were trying to entice me into volunteering for the next time and honestly, it was working. My left hand had moved into my pyjamas and started rubbing my clit. I could subconsciously feel that the man had a smirk seeing my mood change on the camera.
I was deep in the process when I abruptly lost my rhythm because of a phone call from an unknown number. Usually, it would be the credit card callers but no one calls at that time of the night. Instinctively I pressed the receive button ending the Facetime so that my father won't launch an enquiry the next morning about why I'm getting calls late at night.
I raised the phone to my ear in trembling hands. As it got close I heard a cheery, but measured voice and I knew it belonged to an older man.
"Hello?" I heard the voice. I didn't know what to do but I kept quiet. I was breathing heavily and my left hand was still in my pyjamas. I guess he understood that I was listening.
"Listen, you had called me and..." I immediately cut the call and threw it on the bed. I was shaking. Did Shrek give my number to all his friends? What should I do?
Was I overthinking it?
The phone screen lit up. I checked and saw he had sent a message through Whatsapp.
'Hello, I understand you can't talk. Shall we chat?'
I foolishly unlocked the phone and opened Whatsapp, which would have sent a read receipt. I went to the call lists to check his number and then I saw two entries. One was a call from me at around 7:30 pm. Who is he and why did I make this call? My mind was trying to recollect when I got a ribbon notification.
'I think this is yours' and a photo icon.
I opened Whatsapp and downloaded the photo. It was a photo of a lilac panty. MY lilac panty,
Later that night I called her as my spider-sense tingled. I was in for a shock. The call was answered by a male voice who I didn't recognize. I hastily cut the call and immediately I got a Facetime call from Neha's number. The man opened the camera and my blood ran cold.
There were two cocks entering Neha. One, which I knew belonged to Shrek, was entering her pussy and a black one was entering her asshole. I could hear Neha's moans in the background and it wasn't her happy high pitched anime girl ones but a deeper, more animal grunt. He moved the phone so that I could see her face and I almost dropped the phone. Her face was baby pink, her hair was tousled, her eyes had rolled back so I couldn't see the iris, her mouth was drooling with spit and I could see fresh cum stains on her face. Honestly, it was terrifying. Neha got a lot of attention in the office for having a cute face but I've seen her in many unflattering poses, like how she opens her mouth and snores. But this was the worst I had ever seen her.
The man realised that I was getting horrified so he moved the camera to her rear where I could see her two holes getting ravaged. The two cocks were getting more synchronous and moving like pistons. I couldn't see the other man's face as the rear camera was on but he was able to see me.
I was initially angry at Shrek for exploiting Neha but now my eyes were hypnotized by the simple image of reproductive organs doing their function. They were trying to entice me into volunteering for the next time and honestly, it was working. My left hand had moved into my pyjamas and started rubbing my clit. I could subconsciously feel that the man had a smirk seeing my mood change on the camera.
I was deep in the process when I abruptly lost my rhythm because of a phone call from an unknown number. Usually, it would be the credit card callers but no one calls at that time of the night. Instinctively I pressed the receive button ending the Facetime so that my father won't launch an enquiry the next morning about why I'm getting calls late at night.
I raised the phone to my ear in trembling hands. As it got close I heard a cheery, but measured voice and I knew it belonged to an older man.
"Hello?" I heard the voice. I didn't know what to do but I kept quiet. I was breathing heavily and my left hand was still in my pyjamas. I guess he understood that I was listening.
"Listen, you had called me and..." I immediately cut the call and threw it on the bed. I was shaking. Did Shrek give my number to all his friends? What should I do?
Was I overthinking it?
The phone screen lit up. I checked and saw he had sent a message through Whatsapp.
'Hello, I understand you can't talk. Shall we chat?'
I foolishly unlocked the phone and opened Whatsapp, which would have sent a read receipt. I went to the call lists to check his number and then I saw two entries. One was a call from me at around 7:30 pm. Who is he and why did I make this call? My mind was trying to recollect when I got a ribbon notification.
'I think this is yours' and a photo icon.
I opened Whatsapp and downloaded the photo. It was a photo of a lilac panty. MY lilac panty,
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