I had been doom-scrolling on Reddit as usual when a post with this title appeared on my screen. A blurred image appeared underneath. It was on the CFNM subreddit, a community I'd subscribed to on my main account. For the umpteenth time, I mentally admonished myself on not using my throwaway account, the one I'd set up for joining the communities catering to all my perversions, fantasies and fetishes. From thigh-highs, hip cleavage and creamy squirting to cum-swapping, anal gape and trans. Compared to what my feed looked like on that account, CFNM was rather tame. Yet, I wanted my main feed to be spick and span.
I tapped on the community icon to leave the sub, but accidentally opened the post instead. The image un-blurred and turned out not to be an image but a gif. A dusky brown girl with smoky eyes and curly hair appeared in frame. She was wearing a comfy green top and jeggings, sitting on the edge of a bed. She smiled at the camera before sliding her ass off the mattress and turning to face a man's hips, appearing from the left. His features from the chest up were cut off from the frame. He was wearing low-waist jeans, the elastic of his undies showing.
The girl, still smiling, glanced up at his face, and began unbuttoning his pants. Unzipping them, she slid them off his hips, along with his boxers. The guy's veiny, straining member almost hit her in the chin, popping up erect as soon as it was freed from its fabric confines. The girl laughed, her eyes slightly widening in surprise at the length of his cock. She wasted no time in wrapping her hands around it, parting her lips and sticking her tongue out to lick the swollen tip. The gif ended and looped back to her smiling at the camera, before sliding off the bed and facing the guy.
I must've watched the gif loop at least ten times before I threw my phone away in disgust. I buried my face in my hands, a torrid storm of emotions erupting in my head. I couldn't believe it.
Didn't want to believe it.
I'd seen that face before. That gorgeous grin. Those smoky eyes. Dressed in those clothes. The curves that lay under them. Sitting on the bed cross-legged, looking at me inquisitively as I tinkered with the camera settings. Recording us fucking, resting, making love, resting and then fucking again. I still had that video -- series of videos, rather -- stored away on the cloud. From back when we were in love.
Hina.
"I
need
to see you" I repeated. Her voice came from the other end, slightly drowned in bar music.
"But I'm not home!"
"When are you getting back?"
"What's this about?"
"I need to talk."
"About what."
"I think you know."
"No I don't."
"I'm outside your flat right now and I'm gonna stay here till you get back."
"You're acting like a total stalker right now."
"I don't care! Just get your ass back home!"
She took a few seconds to respond. This time, the music was muted. She must've moved to a quiet place, away from the crowd.
"Or what!"
"Or I'll post the video of us from last May."
There was a pause. Then she said something that nearly floored me.
"Do it."
The line went silent. She'd hung up on me.
"Fuck fuck FUCK!" I yelled. One of her neighbours yelled back but I couldn't hear her due to the sound of blood boiling in my ears. I kicked her door as hard as I could with my shoe. Then I placed my back to it and slid down to the floor, determined to wait it out till Hina arrived.
My thoughts kept flitting between what she said to me before hanging up, and the gif I'd stumbled upon this afternoon, the one that had started it all. While the post itself had no source video linked, a quick search of the title turned up several reposts from earlier, dating all the way back to march this year. They were all on different subreddits, ranging from r/indianamateurs and r/interracial to r/shaved, r/reversecowgirl, and r/petitegonewild. The fact that I had stumbled upon it on r/cfnm was a fluke; after the initial blowjob, Hina's clothes had come off very quickly. From one of the reposts I found the source video hosted on a very dubious tube site, which was itself ripping the clip off a now-defunct amateur porn website.
I'd found five videos of her in total, originating from that production company. One was a solo clip, lasting forty minutes, of her masturbating with various toys in different rooms in a house. Two were boy-girl scenes, both with different male performers. They were shot within a month of each other, a fact that I found out from the remaining two videos which were behind-the-scenes kind. The boy-girl videos were a tough watch. They were both shot POV-style, in a theme reminiscent of the casting couch porn from the early 2000s.
In the first one Hina started off giving a sloppy blowjob to a hung Latino guy. Her pouty lips wrapped obscenely around his olive-brown member, and every lick, suck and stroke of her mouth was recorded in HD audio. They followed it up with missionary on the edge of the bed. Hina splayed her legs open, showing her smooth, shaven mound. When the guy positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, she hooked her heels behind his back and pulled him in, before wrapping her legs around his waist. Her fists grabbed the blankets behind her head as he entered her and began pounding away. The guy lifted one foot up on the bed and levered his pelvis into hammering strokes of his cock into Hina's eager, engorged pussy. Her tit-flesh bucked wildly on her chest until he grabbed one of her boobs and gave it a smack.
She used to love it when I did that.
In the video it was no different. Her moans rose an octave in pitch as he repeatedly smacked her tits with the flat of his palm, alternating between the two. His cock kept pistoning in and out of her, and with the thumb of his other hand he started flicking her clit. Hina went crazy. This was the most vocal I'd ever seen her -- thrashing, moaning, grunting and breathing ecstatic words of encouragement to her partner. The sound of their groins slapping against each other rose until they reached a wet, fleshy crescendo. She turned to the camera and her eyes rolled over.
She'd always been a natural in front of a camera.
The show Hina was putting on for the viewer continued as they cut to them fucking cowgirl. I guess, because it was her first time, she let the guy do all the work even though she was on top. His balls slapped against her puckered asshole as he drove into her from beneath. Hina shuddered and quaked, hanging on to the headboard for dear life. She leaned down and they kissed, the wet smack of their lips interspersed with gasps for breath. He spit on her pussy, smacked her ass, slapped her tits and pulled her hair. He pulled out, made her blow him again, then took her doggystyle and reverse cowgirl. The hour-long video came to an end with Hina sucking him off and taking his spunk all over her face.
The behind-the-scenes video had been painful to watch, more so than the actual porno. The camera showed her filling out paperwork while someone out of the frame interviewed her. She told him how old she was (twenty at the time), which state she was from, if any of her friends knew what she was up to, whether she had a boyfriend, etc. When asked when she'd last had sex, she replied it had been a week ago. With an ex.
Me.
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It was early winter. I had gone out drinking one weekend and, in a state of near-absolute inebriation, called her. I don't know why she picked up. She was at home, yet spoke in a soft voice. The kind I'd wake up to, fussing over me, when we were together. The kind usually accompanied by her fingers stroking my chest hair as she lay with half her body draped over mine. The voice which started off breathy, purring, and turned to fake annoyance when my hands slipped from her back to under her pyjama bottoms and cupped a fleshy ass cheek.
"Hellloooo?"
Her voice had come through the phone as I lost track of time, reminiscing. Forgetting about all our fights, all my stupidity, all of her tics which would piss me off. All I could think about, as I sat on the steps outside the pub, away from my friends, was her lips and how great they'd feel on mine right then.
So I had ended up at Hina's door. The walk to her place had half sobered me up, but not enough to reconsider. She answered my loud knocking, dressed in a baggy tee and cotton shorts. A small gust of warm air from inside hit my face, carrying her scent. She looked like she'd just hopped out of the shower. Her nipples made small indents on the cotton of her tee. I don't remember what I said to her at the door, or if I said anything at all. The next thing I remember, she was fixing me some blankets on the couch in the hall. I caught a glimpse of her flatmate Lola peeking out of her room at us. She looked annoyed. Fleabag was paused on the TV. I guess I had interrupted a girls' night.
"You need to get out before I wake up tomorrow morning."
I half nodded. Hina started to slide away when I grabbed her forearm and nuzzled my face in her belly.
"What?"
I didn't reply. She pushed my head away. I planted it firmly back.
"Really?"
