Scarlett And Rob

Rob typed his password and he was in. He looked at the list of videos and saw there were some new ones.

Fucking ace, he thought. He'd watch them all the way through first and then watch them back again and have a wank. These videos got him so damn horny. He'd never subscribed to a porn site before, never even considered it because the internet was awash with free porn. Free porn and cat videos seemed to be the most popular videos on the internet, people did love their cats. He'd subscribed to this website because they had every fetish and sex act he was into and none of the stuff he wasn't into.

Rob loved high-heeled thigh boots, leather, and PVC. Fetish wear in general always gave him a hard-on when a beautiful young woman was wearing it and then had sex while wearing it. The main protagonist on this site was unbelievably hot, she always wore some fetish gear in every scene and she always wore black leather or stretch patent thigh high boots, Rob was particularly into women who wore thigh boots.

Mistress Tasha was so fucking hot and the videos made him so horny. He'd watched her masturbate, play with sex toys, have sex with another man and a woman, in a threesome, oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, light domination etc, etc and he never tired of watching her.

She was magnetic, he would even say she had an aura. And the thing he liked most about the site was they seemed to enjoy themselves, they actually seemed to be having a good time with each other and not simply going through the motions and there was no overacting, which was a huge turn off for him. Normally porn was staged and like any young man and many women, Rob had seen tons of porn but on this site, he got the impression they just did what they wanted and turned the camera on and that was the video. They never seemed to run short of ideas either. He found the light domination got him horny too. It was teasing and denial, what looked like great sex, and none of the things that turned him off such as face slapping, ass to mouth, spitting, humiliation, choking, etc.

Like the other million subscribers, he lusted after Tasha. Imagine having a girlfriend like that? She didn't dress like that all the time or maybe she did, it said in the blurb that she wore outfits like these all day long and she definitely seemed to enjoy wearing the fetish gear and having sex in her outfits. And she seemed to orgasm a lot. She had a tell that Rob adored. Just before she came, she would raise a boot, normally the right, off the ground and then crash the heel to the floor and come hard. It was so fucking sexy and never failed to turn him on..

He was jealous of the man who often appeared with her, it said on the website his name was Blake, and who got to do all the things Rob could only fantasize about. Rob was a good-looking man and he'd had numerous girlfriends but unfortunately, none that were into the things he liked and none of them had been open to wearing fetish gear and thigh-high boots which had been both disappointing and incomprehensible to him. He couldn't understand why they were unwilling to fulfil his fantasies, which he didn't consider anything radical. He would do anything to make the fantasies come true for a partner he really cared about. If they wanted him to dress up as an airline pilot for sex, no problem. They wanted to bang on a train or in a cinema, again no problem, whatever made them happy would make him happy too and he was totally into pleasing the other person.

This Blake fella was living the dream as far as Rob was concerned. He got to have sex Tasha in every possible position in dozens of videos and give and receive oral sex with this goddess and suck her beautiful pierced tits, another thing he adored, while she always wore thigh boots and fetish wear and he frequently had anal sex with this great beauty too. Rob was so damn jealous of this man.

He'd love to see Lady Tasha in real life, just to see what she looked like. He knew what her body was like, incredible, especially her magnificent pierced breasts, but everyone in the videos wore a latex mask and Tasha always had her long black hair in a high domme style ponytail. It was impossible to know who they were. He understood it was for the purposes of anonymity, there were a lot of crazies out there, but he'd love to see what she really looked like, if only once.

As much as he lusted after Mistress Tasha, he was half in love with the new girl on the site called Trixie. And he knew it was ridiculous to fall for somebody in a porn video who probably lived half a world away and was also probably nothing like this in real life but he couldn't help himself. He loved her body, she also had pierced tits, he adored the little shrieks she made when having sex, the way she moaned with pleasure, the sounds she made when she came but there was something else that he couldn't put his finger on. Everything she did or said, even the way she walked, made his heart leap in his chest. Trixie with her long dirty blonde ponytail.

This obsessiveness made Rob uncomfortable. He was quite grounded and not given to flights of fancy nor was he the type who would fall in love with a fantasy and that was what she was. Fuck, what he wouldn't give to be with this hot woman. He clicked on one new video precisely because she was in it. In it with that lucky bastard Blake. She was telling him about all the things she was going to do to him. Blow him, drain his balls, ride him until he begged for mercy etc etc and Rob groaned inwardly. He loved her voice too. And now he knew he was obsessed, and he laughed. It was so sexy and there was something familiar about her voice.

He restarted the video so he could listen to her sexy voice again and Rob got a weird feeling. He knew this voice. Not just from the videos either. He played her little speech back and started to inch closer to the screen, he really did know this voice but he couldn't place it. He hit playback once more and a chill ran down his spine as realisation set in, it was Scarlett.

"What the fuck!" he exclaimed, it couldn't be.

He clicked on some other videos and listened to her voice, and how she laughed and even looked at how she walked and then he froze one video when it zoomed in on her latex covered face but the mask couldn't hide her eyes. Beautiful enormous dark brown eyes. He knew these eyes. And there was no doubt he knew this girl. He'd had a crush on her the whole way through secondary school but being quite shy, he'd never had the nerve to ask her out. He'd spent hours looking at her in class and in assembly in that unrequited young stalker in love kind of way and he knew it was Scarlett. He had absolutely no doubt.

Fuck, he thought, it had driven him mad at school not being able to touch her, or even more unlikely to kiss her, and here she was doing all the things he liked in videos while wearing all the things he liked.

"Fuck," he lamented with a sigh. "Life is so damn unfair."

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"I'd just like to meet someone," said Scarlett, putting her booted legs up on the coffee table and Natasha nodded in sympathy.

They were getting their breath back after their passionate tryst. Natasha wondered what the subscribers would think if they knew the people in the videos on the website had far more sex off-screen with each other than they did in the videos. Maybe they already knew, numerous comments mentioned how authentic the sex seemed though she found the term

seemed

a little offensive because it was authentic. They basically came up with ideas and turned the cameras on and fucked, often forgetting about the cameras. The passion was real because they loved fucking each other. Jack often complained about how editing was a bitch because they got carried away so often and threw what little script there was out the window.

Her boyfriend had gone to watch some big football match at the pub and Scarlett and Natasha had drunk a bottle of wine and fucked. They just loved fucking, but Scarlett understandably wanted something more, she wanted to have a special person in her life. She had Jack and Scarlett wanted the same.

"It's hard to meet someone decent," said Natasha.

"I know, most men I go on dates with are simply wankers."

"What about women? I mean you are bi, actually, we are bi."

"That's the problem, well it's a problem but in a good way. I have such a strong connection with you that it kind of blocks all other women out," and Natasha nodded again, they definitely had a deep connection.

After Jack, Scarlett was far and away the most important person in her life and they had become incredibly close on every possible level in the last few months. And though Scarlett loved having sex with Jack and cared deeply for him, she wasn't in love with him, which was just as well or they would have had real problems.

"And then there's this fucking wedding I have to go to next Saturday. It's this friend from school so there'll be loads of people from my school days there and it'll be what are you doing here on your own? Where's your boyfriend? etc. I mean, I quite fancy having a decent man in my life but the house and 1.2 kids don't interest me at all."

"Can't you get out of it?" asked Natasha.

"Nah, she was a mate back in school and her mam and my mam are best mates. Offence would be taken," and Natasha nodded again, noting she looked miserable.

She uncrossed her booted legs and stood up.

"I know something that will cheer you up."

"What's that?"

"Me," and Natasha grabbed her thigh boots, pulled her legs apart and went down on her.

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Scarlett was sitting at the singles table at the wedding reception waiting for the other losers to arrive. She was already counting the hours, wishing she was anywhere else when she saw him. It was Rob, fuck he looked good. Looked good back in school too with his piercing blue eyes, dark brown hair and athletic build. She'd known he'd fancied her, he had followed her everywhere, and she had never understood why he hadn't asked her out. She had fancied him too but had been too shy to ask him out. Shyness had ruined a lot of things for her in the past. She watched him looking at the board with the table seating arrangements at the entrance to the banquet hall and wondered what his wife/girlfriend looked like.

Rob concentrated on the seating arrangements and soon located his table. This wedding was a pain in the arse. A distant cousin had married a girl he'd known at school and there had been no getting out of it. His mam had had a face like thunder when he hinted about not going and then she'd told him there was no room for him at their table so he'd been relegated to the singles table. Sitting at a table with a bunch of people he'd never seen before and would never see again was definitely not his idea of fun.

His plan was to get through the banquet, hang around a couple of hours and then make a discreet exit. That would keep his mam happy, she was the whole problem here because he knew the bride and groom wouldn't care less what he did.

He turned to look around the banquet room, located his table and nearly shat his pants. Scarlett! What the fuck! She was sat there alone and she was looking in his direction, shit!. Thinking on his feet, he decided to go back to the bar and then arrive at the last possible moment so he wouldn't have to sit right next to her.

It was humiliating for Scarlett. She was at a table with six chairs and she was sitting on her own. She felt everyone was looking at her with pity and she wanted the ground, she actually willed the ground, to open up and swallow her. She looked at the doors that led to the bar, hoping against hope there would be some late arrivals. Fuck, they were closing the doors, she felt like crying.

"We won't be serving anymore sir," said the barman.

"Why's that?"

"The wedding reception is starting," and he nodded at the closing doors.

"Ah right, better get in there."

And he walked over and opened the door figuring there would be others at the table by now. He made his way towards his table and his heart sank. She was sitting alone. He'd have to sit down right next to her, there was no escape. He'd have to sit down next to this stunning girl who he'd always fancied, the same girl he now wanked off to in porn videos. Rob had his own moral code, and now that he knew her secret, he was embarrassed. He wasn't embarrassed about what she did. She was a beautiful, independent and powerful woman who could do whatever she wanted. He was embarrassed because he was wanking off to her in videos and that he had this information about her, it was like a dirty little secret and it made him seriously uncomfortable. He reached the table and thought Scarlett looked a little tearful as she turned to look at him.

"Rob! Rob, please tell me you're at this table."

"Hi Scarlett, yeah I'm here."

"Thank fuck!" and she got up and gave him a huge hug.

She smelled so fucking good to Rob and his dick was starting to get hard. He sat down in a hurry.

"I thought I was going to be sitting here alone for the whole reception, it was so humiliating," and the look of anguish on her face just melted his heart.

They fell into conversation and Rob started to relax. She was so easy to talk to, what had been his problem at school he wondered. They chatted and laughed together and for long stretches forgot about everyone else at the wedding and Rob was falling for her more than ever. Scarlett was thinking this was someone she wanted to get to know better. He was hot, attentive, funny and interesting. And like a knight in shining armour, he had saved her from humiliation.

They danced together at the nightclub after the reception. She had learnt a few things from Natasha and she used some sexy dance moves on him and flirted outrageously. Rob, in turn, struggled all night to avoid getting a hard-on. This was the girl of his dreams. Funny, sweet, intelligent, drop dead gorgeous and the fantasy girl from the website. She flirted with him all night but he couldn't bring himself to make a move. Not because he was still shy, but because he felt dirty about wanking off to her in videos and knowing about her life and pretending he didn't know. It was like he was withholding information from her. He didn't want this, it felt like starting something with a lie.

He wanted a level playing field but what could he say to her? Oh you were great in the video I wanked off to the other night. She deserved to know that he knew and that he didn't care in the slightest, it made her all the more attractive if anything. But how to broach a subject like this? She might think he looked down on her, or considered her a slut, or even wanted to blackmail her with his exclusive and potentially damaging information. He just didn't want to start something under false pretences and it was time to go. He leaned over and told her he had to leave, early start tomorrow and all that and her face dropped and it made him feel like a right shit. It seemed to him that he was doomed to hurt her whatever he did. A case in point was when she went to kiss him goodbye and he turned his head and it ended up on his cheek.

He spent the entire taxi ride home thinking about her, how great she was in every way and he also spent the ride home hating himself.

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"I don't know what happened. I flirted and flirted but nothing. I really liked him, the hours at the table just flew by, I arrived counting the hours and then I didn't want to be anywhere else."

"Well, get in contact and meet up again," said Natasha.

"I can't ask him, it looks desperate."

"No it doesn't," laughed Natasha, "It's you asking someone if they fancy a coffee."

Scarlett could see the sense in that and she got his number from a mutual old school friend and sent him a message.

Hi Rob,

Scarlett here. I really enjoyed meeting you again at the wedding. Would you fancy meeting up for a coffee and a chat? Just hanging out?

Rob saw the message and didn't answer. He hadn't looked at Mistress Tasha's website since the wedding and was considering unsubscribing. There was no future in this. But it ate away at him, it gnawed at him and it bothered him. She was just so fucking great in every way and against his better judgement he agreed to meet up.

They met at a coffee shop and spent hours there, losing all track of time deep in conversation and Rob thought she was just wonderful but when they were leaving and she went to kiss him, and Scarlett was going for something more than a mere kiss on the lips, he turned his cheek again, made some clumsy excuse and left. She sent him a few more messages, which he ignored. She rang him a couple of times and he ignored her calls. He'd ghosted her, he'd ghosted this beautiful sweet girl, who made his heart ache, and he felt like such a shit.

A month later Scarlett was clothes shopping in the city centre. She'd bought some nice outfits and was heading home when she rounded a corner and literally ran into a man. She started to apologise until she saw who it was.

"Oh it's you, the man who enjoys ghosting people. You know that's no way to treat another human being. If you didn't fancy me, you could have just said so."

"It wasn't like that Scarlett and I'm sorry, I just felt conflicted," said Rob, who felt so uncomfortable and was rapidly going red in the face.

"Conflicted? What the fuck are you on about?"

Rob took a deep breath, he had to tell her the truth, he owed her that much.

"Scarlett I know you're Trixie from the website and..."

"And what? You think I'm a slut or something?"

"Jesus no Scarlett, I think you're great."

"Oh so I'm great in the videos. Did I get you hard, did you wank yourself off watching me?"

"Well I did and this is why I felt conflict..."

"Fuck you Rob! Just go fuck yourself. You're a right piece of shit!" and she stormed off, starting to cry.

And Rob watched her go and he did indeed feel like a piece of shit.

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Natasha read the WhatsApp message on Scarlett's phone.

Dear Scarlett,

I feel I owe you an explanation. That's the least I can do. I don't expect you to reply but I just wanted to explain myself.

I said I was conflicted. I was conflicted because I had some knowledge about you that made me feel uncomfortable. I felt like we would be starting something where if I said I knew you were Trixie then you'd think I was only interested in you because of the videos.

And if I didn't say something then it was worse. In my head it would be like lying to you. I'm not coming clean and it would be starting a relationship with a lie and I couldn't do that to you.

I didn't know what to do because every time I met you, I fell for you more and more. The hours in your company flew by, they felt like minutes. I've never felt that comfortable with anyone and I've never enjoyed someone's company so much.

I didn't know what to do so I ghosted you. You have no idea how sorry I am for doing this stupid act and I feel so ashamed.

You asked me if I thought you were a slut. I think you are a beautiful, funny, intelligent and independent woman who enjoys life and doesn't have to answer to anyone or justify herself to anyone.

I'm not going to lie here either. I did get myself off watching you in the videos. And why not? You're unbelievably hot and sexy and wear all the things I'm into, I think you are simply beautiful on every level.