Facade: The Student
Prey Lewd
Linda was sitting at her computer feverishly typing away and giggling to herself in her second floor sitting room. This scene was common for every Thursday at dusk for the past year. She would get three cokes that had been in the freezer all day, put them on her cherry wood desk by the open window, turn on the computer, and take a quick shower. When she returned she would sit in the leather swivel chair wrapped in her fluffy pink towel and open the window. The view wasn't much, mostly the neighboring houses and street, but she enjoyed the feel the breeze and leather against her skin. It was relaxing.
Moments later she would pull up the chat client, open a coke, and be greeted by her friends. In this case that consisted of boys and girls that she had known from a church she was involved with little more than a year ago.
Linda had assisted in teaching the youth group on Wednesday nights, her primary role being coordinator for the events. If there was a game to be attended or play to be put on, she arranged it. She enjoyed doing it because it helped to occupy the fertile minds of the teenagers with positive activities, not to mention her own. After all, the ten year (or so) gap between their age and hers hardly felt substantial to Linda.
A year ago an unfortunate misunderstanding occurred during a play, and due to popular demand, mostly of from the women of her church, she was forced to remove herself from that role. Shortly thereafter she left the church entirely due to the stigma thrust upon her unfairly, but that is another story.
Her kids, as she liked to think of them, loved her dearly. They hadn't bothered to acknowledge the rumors, and would voice their objections to them readily. In fact, one of the boys had suggested that Linda stay in touch with all of them. Peter informed her that every Thursday the youth would meet online in private chat, discussing the previous night and coming weekend mostly. So, that is what she is doing now. Tonight like many others was a lot of nonsense and carrying on over the internet, but she enjoyed it and it was innocent fun.
By 9:00 the chat room would always look the same. The only chatters who would remain would be Linda, Peter, and two other random boys depending on a number of variables. After half an hour of frivolity the conversation would become awkward, and Linda would start to wonder if the boys were starting to flirt with her. So, she would excuse herself claiming she needed to shower and go to bed as to not entertain any advances they might be conjuring up in their mind. That was not how she perceived her boys, and while it might flatter her if they were to perceive her that way she knew without doubt that was not something she was honestly interested in.
As soon as she logged off she would log back on under a different account. Mostly because all of the fun she had chatting with her friends left her wanting more as it was short lived. Originally she didn't use a different account, but after she ran into Peter in a different chat room she quickly realized she needed the anonymity if she was going to keep excusing herself in the same manner.
Linda also quickly realized that this anonymity gave her an unexpected freedom to explore areas she would not have dared with a name people she knew recognized. She was new to the chat world, so she was learning as she went. To enter the sexual content rooms you had to be 18 or older, so she learned she needed to have a profile filled out. Then she learned that every man who contacted her was shocked she would fill out her profile so completely but not have her photo up, so she added her sexiest looking picture. Nothing racy, she was fully dressed in loose clothes, but her ex-boyfriend had been the one pointing the camera at her after a day of teasing and she was giving him a look that knew she men liked more than if she was wearing sheer lingerie. Of course, one is never enough for horny men and the single photo turned into a small album, but the uncharacteristic nature of her screen name ensured, in her mind, that her anonymity would still be intact since she would see the people she knew well before they saw her. Eventually, she even began enabling the web cam. Again, that is a different story.
This story starts after her brief escapades exploring different sexual rooms. It was not long before she added one of these new chat rooms to her routine. She would always go to the same room, ADULT27; and by 10:15, five men would have asked her to engage in cyber sex and been turned down or outright ignored. Not because she was not looking for sex, everyone in the adult rooms were including her, but she was looking for certain type of man to enjoy it with. Her standards were and she saw no reason to compromise them online when she would not in real life, especially when she would be propositioned at least twice a minute until she found what she wanted.
How long it took to find mr. right was always different. Quite frankly, in her opinion, most of the men were obnoxious and it was a chore to sift through the rude and often artless come-ons, but if she could find what she desired so much it was worth the effort. Linda wanted confidence above all else. Unfortunately, the internet is an exaggeration of life in that men seem to confuse confidence with arrogance, which is a huge turn-off. Once she crosses that hurdle she looks for experience, both real life and online experiences, because fumbling through a sexually charged fantasy really ruins the mood she discovered during a romantic role with what she can only guess was newly graduated gynecologist who had only ever slept with one woman his entire life. For those that can not grasp that concept, think technical jargon mixed with locational and procedural errors. Just bad.
So, once she finds the confidence and experience levels acceptable to her, Linda looks for similar tastes. She has varying sexual interests, and a variety of unexplored curiosities, so this is usually an easy hurdle for the men to overcome if they can get that far. Then her final test, appearance. She doesn't have a specific type, and is not ever interested in a specific look, but she knows what she likes when she sees it and if they are going to see her she is damn well going to see them. This is where it is prudent she is very naive to all things online, and does not always recognize that what you see is not necessarily what is on the other end of the chat bubble.
Tonight she is pleasantly surprised after 20 minutes to have found a confident and experienced man. As she engaged in the dance of flirting she found numerous similar interests, and he sent her a small package of photos in a zip file. Apparently they were of him and his family, except for the ones that were definitely of him alone. Very, very alone. Seeing what she liked and a few inches more, she agreed to focus her attention solely on him for the night.
It began mildly, flirting and brain-storming about what kinky thing they could tease each other with. When he mentioned tying her up she felt her nipples tingles and bit her lip. Her response was much slower than normal and he picked up on it, then changed the subject. As they continued to chat he eventually brought up spanking her and she gasped from the excitement that she may not have missed her que entirely. Once again, though, he changed the subject despite her clever and quick reply. Then, her third opportunity presented itself. He suggested he would pull her hair and run his hands down her throat, but when she reacted positively he changed the subject yet again.
He was teasing her. She was awestruck that a strange man had picked up on her desire so quickly and was using it to taunt her. Letting her have just a taste only to deny her. The thought of it filled her with mixed emotions. To some degree she was angered at the tormenting, but more so it had lit a fire inside her that created a moistness she could not and would not ignore. In sum, it was exactly what she was looking for and they had not even started yet.
His next comment confirmed it,
"I would love to just dominate you. Use you like my own little play toy."
Before she could respond, he was gone. She stared at the screen in disbelief for several minutes with her mouth wide. He really just left after the comment she was waiting to see. Linda actually let out a small whimper as she became aware he was not coming back, and left her wet and wanting. She did not bother continuing to look, and was dismayed later when she could not bring herself to orgasm because her mind kept returning to his abrupt departure. He had ruined her night, but gave her exactly what she wanted too.
The week that followed was torturous. Linda's mind kept recalling the mystery man she chatted with that abruptly left her, and each time she thought of it her nipples would harden and her pussy would moisten. During her ritualistic chat with he youths she was completely distracted by the hope she would have a chance to chastise him for what he did and then cyber his brains out. Peter even mentioned that she was acting like a space cadet.
When she finally got to log into her naughty account, there was a message that had been left for her offline dated that morning from the mystery man. She quickly read it.
"You are a stunning woman and very sweet. I think I know what dirty little secret you desire. If I am right, send me a message that only says Yes Master. Then log off your naughty account and I will meet you in private chat next week."
Linda had to read it three times to be sure she actually was seeing it. Her heart sank a little with the disappointment her week long torment would not be satiated tonight. With a sigh she thought about the note for a few minutes. She wanted to write back to him and tell him that it was unacceptable to treat her this way. That there were a thousand men who would jump at the chance to have her affections for even a night. That it was ridiculous to expect her to pine for him, and that he should be bending over backwards to please her like every other man she had ever met.
Determination engulfed her face as she opened the reply box and her fingers flew to the keys. As she hit send she bit her lip and considered the outcome of her decision. What would happen when he read that message.
"Yes Master."
She turned off the computer and went to bed without even trying to pleasure herself. She knew it would end the same as it had all week long. In frustration without orgasm. Linda would just have to wait another week for release. What a release that is going to be she thought as she drifted to sleep.
Thursday of the next week finally arrived. Linda was again distracted during her ritual youth chat, her entire body a live wire of sexual electricity. Her last boyfriend had been discarded by her well over a year ago. A messy relationship all around that left her needing a break from dating all together. Sexual release had not been an issue until now, because she knew how to please herself and had a fertile imagination plus she was introduced to online sex which gave her a new outlet. Now, of course, a stranger in that outlet had gotten into her head. After two weeks of denying her pleasure she was accustomed to, that she needed desperately, Linda could not think of anything but cumming and she had been in a state of constant lasciviousness for the last three days. At 9:00 she was even entertaining the idea of allowing her boys the chance to proposition her just to break the spell.
She was shocked when for the first time ever Peter excused himself before she could, and the other boys followed his lead. Without any hesitation she logged right into her naughty account. It was a half hour to the minute when the private invitation popped up on her screen. With a gasp of anticipation and fear she accepted.
"You are on early tonight. Pussy dripping?"
How dare he, she thought. She was patient for two weeks for that? If he thought that was going to cut it he was sadly mistaken. He was going to have to do much better than that.
"I acquired some unexpected time, so came on."
"Nothing bad to cause that I hope."
"No."
"Good. And I am glad to see you did not lie to me."
