[Steel]

Sharath was on the edge of his seat as he scrolled down.

Well, strokers, I let her be for a little while. Didn't text. Didn't show up to class. I let her have what she thought she wanted: peace and quiet with her peanut husband. And you'll never fucking guess what popped into my inbox a week later.

The tone prepared Sharath for what was coming next, but it still hit him like a punch to the gut. The picture was clearly taken in the bathroom, and although her face wasn't in the picture, Sharath was sure it was Laila. She lifted her shirt up over her breasts, with a clear blush all the way down her neck... to her bare naked tits, on display for Rakesh.

On display for Rakesh, but not fully for Sharath. Frustratingly, the nipples were once again covered in a black bar, leaving the picture unsatisfying. Yet Sharath couldn't tear his eyes away. He had obviously seen naked tits hundreds of times, but this felt intensely personal. These were the breasts he had lusted after. The tits he had only ever seen once during one stressful, confusing skinny-dipping session, that too under the water. And Rakesh had somehow earned that sight just through being an arrogant prick with a big cock. And Rakesh not only got to see Laila's boobs, but put them onto the internet for any guy to see.

Well, almost any guy. Not guys who had the Beta Edition.

Before he realized what he was doing, Sharath felt his hand squeezing his cock, shoved down his pants. His eyes bored into the photo as his hand gripped and squeezed, as if by staring hard, he could penetrate the black bars. Somehow, despite how humiliating and frustrating it was, the denial was part of the pleasure for him. The humiliating denial pressed a button inside Sharath that he didn't know he had. With a tortured groan, he scrolled further down the page.

More pictures followed. Rakesh insisted that Laila send a brand new photo whenever she wanted a dick pic, and it soon became a nightly ritual. Sharath gave up on the pretense as he scrolled, tugging his pants down his thighs and openly stroking as he watched Laila's photos grow sexier... flirtier. She held the shirt in her teeth as she lifted it over her breasts in one photo. In another, she arched her back to thrust them forward. In a third, she leaned forward, letting them hang down softly from her chest. And in each photo, Sharath was blocked. Denied. Not allowed to see her nipples, just the full, rounded curves of her tits.

And then Rakesh switched it up. He told Laila he was bored of her tits. He needed something different. He wanted to see the mom’s fat ass. Rakesh arrogantly demanded that he needed to see Laila bending over and holding her cheeks open if she wanted to see another cock pic. Predictably, she refused, saying that Rakesh had gone too far this time.

And, after a few more days of Rakesh's cold shoulder, predictably, she sent him a new picture anyway.

Sharath unconsciously increased the speed of his stroking, his heart pumping wildly and sweat beading on his forehead as he saw Laila in a way he never would have predicted.

Leaning over, bent at the waist, one hand gripping each luscious cheek, pulling them apart to reveal... a perfect round black hole censoring Sharath's view, as well as a black bar obscuring even the tiniest glimpse of her pussy. It drove Sharath crazy. As badly as he had fumbled his chance that day in the waterfalls, Sharath treasured the memory of swimming naked with Laila, and that was a victory in itself.

But Rakesh had seen more. Now, every random subscriber to this website had seen more. It made Sharath want to log out and buy a subscription for himself, even if it would make Kusha question the charge on the credit card statement. But he was too deep now. He read the next update in a cold sweat, his hand pumping rapidly on his cock.