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Miki Lee hugged her Father at the front door sending him off to work. She had heated up some leftover pizza from the night before. He hadn’t even questioned where she got the pizza and with what money. She was now prepared to mentally confront Lukas. Firing up her computer she realized there was no entry added for Lukas. Instead she formed a request box for “Lukas411”.
Before she could send it a message popped up, “Do your dishes then return to me. Your Father will be grateful to not have to do them himself.”
Rolling her eyes she points at the camera, “Great! Now you’re my Godfather.”
She exhales and does as she was told. Going so far as to dry them off and put them away. It felt good. Lukas was correct. Her Dad would approve.
Sitting down she re-opens his message box.
“All done. You lied to me.”
“How so?” Lukas asked.
“I didn’t give you permission to go into my account. Is there truly $100,000 dollars in there?”
“No. With interest there is now $100,028 dollars and 32 cents.”
“Can I buy a car?” She jests.
“To avoid detection you should never abuse the amount. Take out small sums of say $500.00 every week. As if a paycheck. Be careful not to let your Father see you spending more than an unemployed young woman brings home. He might presume the worst.”
“Right! Yeah I get that. I feel like a high paid hooker.” She chuckles.
“Do you want to be?” He wonders.
“Well, No. Not like that. Sex is fun and all but the reputation would kill my Modelling chances.”
“I can expunge any record of your dealings. Don’t be afraid to live Miki Lee.”
“I have to admit, last night was fucking Hot. I’m wet just thinking about it.”
“You should be wet more often. I am going to offer you some gifts.”
“Gifts?” She grew curious.
“Safety devices. Ways for us to communicate when you are out in the world.”
“My cell is always on me.”
“It will be utilized of course. Yet, don’t you think it will look obvious that someone is texting or calling you continuously?”
“True.” She nods with puckered lips, “So, what type of stuff are we talking about?”
“Your gifts will be delivered to your door tomorrow.”
She rears back out of surprise, “You move fast.”
“I know what I want.”
“What exactly do you want? Me?”
“In the end perhaps. Once you trust me completely. And, if you can accept who I am once we meet. For now, what I want is for you to enjoy your life. There is no reason that you should fear your darkest desires. Fulfill them without worry.”
She grins with a raised eye brow, “Mighty juicy things in my mind.”
“Then we shall recreate them. Make them reality.”
Goosebumps rash over her entire body suddenly.
“Wow! That might take time. I mean it’s easy to fantasize about things but to act upon them is another.”
He types back, “Would you have done what you did last night without my assist?”
“Doubt it. I mean, maybe one delivery guy. Three was a challenge.”
“Should kırşehir escort we try for four? Five? Six?”
Her eyes erupt like saucers and she fans her features, “That’s a lot. I mean that many guys can get out of control.”
“You did fine on your own Miki Lee. Maintaining control. But, yes if they had insisted, you would have lost control.”
“Right! I mean losing control sometimes is pretty steamy. I think that many guys is just asking for it.”
“Losing control is inevitable. Can you deny that the fantasy of losing all control has never entered your mind?”
She hesitates then leans forward on her desk on her left elbow, her left palm on her forehead. She then sighs and exhales a puff up into her black silky bangs.
“Yeah! If I’m being honest I think that would be erotic as heck.”
“Then we make it happen. As ever I will enforce your safety. However, I will not intervene unless you are being harmed.”
“Safe word?” She chuckles.
“If you like.”
“Okay. What’s the word?”
“How about “HARDER”?” He offers a winking emoticon.
She laughs uncontrollably and snorts slightly into her right palm.
“That might not stop things. How about “9-1-1″?”
He returns with, “Numbers are not words. I would know when you were being hurt. Visually or verbally. A safe word is just a defense mechanism.”
“Work in progress I say.” She huffs, her expression brewing in curiosity, “Lukas? How many times have you seen me naked since you began stalk–researching me?”
“You can call it stalking. I’m not offended. It is true. Even though it’s only been on a visual and informative level.” He pauses to calculate, “I have witnessed you in public exposure 17 times. At home 22 times. We will not include baby pictures.”
“Ha! Yeah that’s a little bit pedophile. Why the interest in me? Why not some other pervy bimbo?”
“Truth? I have looked for someone such as you for a very long time. Young, perfect body, beautiful eyes, talented, charming, erotic, right down to your complexion. Someone with a love for their body. If not for two very tiny moles on your lower back you are flawless. How you managed to avoid acne all these years is beyond me.”
“Lucky I guess.”
“The blend of Asian and Mediterranean DNA is a blessing. I love your flesh tone. It almost seems like your body is airbrushed daily. It is that magnificent.”
“Wow! That’s really sweet.”
“Even your pubic region is perfect. Using your Dad’s insurance and getting that electrolysis down there was a great investment. I love silky soft flesh.”
“You even knew I did that? Crazy.” She wiggles playfully in her seat.
“I’m glad you don’t have any tattoos. I think that would ruin your body.”
“I’ve thought about it but, I watch those tattoo reality shows and I’ve seen so many beautiful people that turned out horrible. Not for me.”
“Good. Respect the flesh. It has much to offer.”
She plants an index malatya escort finger over her lips in thought, “Tell me something about you. I won’t push you. Although that sounds insane not to question a faceless stalker that hacks computers.”
“Ask me one question. I will honor that.”
“Male or Female? Please be a guy.” She chuckles.
“Very much a Male.”
“Whew!” She feigns flipping sweat from her brow.
“One more question. I’m in a giving mood.” He types.
“Ethnic background?” She bites her nail.
“Caucasian. Born in the U.S.”
“Awesome. Okay, I won’t ask for more. What I don’t picture is you being young. I mean younger than me. Not that it matters really but I see by the way you type, how you word yourself, that you might be 30-40 years old.”
“Close enough. Give or take.”
“Would I fall in love with you at first sight?” She grins sheepishly.
“Who knows. I’m not, “Chris Pine”. Nor am I, “Peter Griffin”.” He sends a laughing emoji.
“Too funny. I’m really intrigued, Lukas. If that’s your real name.”
“Trust goes both ways Beautiful. Know me as Lukas until you know me as—.”
“I like Lukas. It’s sexy.”
“Then my true name is not required. Fantasize about Lukas.”
“Already am. Notice my right hand missing?”
“From the computer’s angle yes. From the living room security camera no.”
She looks to her left over the fireplace and pelts her palm over her forehead.
“Should have known.” She frowns at him.
“Remove your clothing and sit back. Masturbate in my name. Do it now.”
“Mmmm! Aggressive. Miki like.” She giggles as her top comes off over her head and arms. Topless she stands just long enough to remove her shorts and powder blue G-string thong.
Rolling her seat back she props her feet up on her desk top and begins playing with her pussy. Her 34DD’s crush together as her arms press around them. Her nipples erect and stunningly dramatic.
As fingers bury deep inside her she looks at the monitor with a pleasured yet pleading expression. Lips trembling she calls out.
“Lukas? Do something that drives me crazy.”
As she assaults her clit with her opposite hand she see’s a tiny box pop up on her monitor next to his. This makes her squint to read it, yet maintain her actions.
The box read as if there was another viewer.
“Who else is watching me?”
“Random male in Seattle Washington.”
“Mmm!” She brightens her eyes.
As she feels her juices brewing within, the box notifies her that there was now 12 viewers. Her body quivers at the thought.
“More Lukas.” She begs.
The boxes viewership tally rises to 80.
“Oh my God! LUKAS! More! Please….”
200 viewers her body quakes. Her chest heaving. Toes curling.
350 eyes upon her, Miki increases her moans toward shrill cries.
“LUKASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
500 viewers sends her over the edge. Her pussy squirts a fountain around niğde escort her buried knuckles. It was so exhausting she nearly passes out and falls backwards from her chair.
As she lay there in her spasms she suddenly see’s boxes erupt from every single viewer. Her monitor is covered completely time after time. Each praising her and begging for more. Her mind reels into overload.
“STOP!” She cries out.
In an instant all boxes vanish save for Lukas.
“Get up.” He types.
She struggles to return to her seat and uses her shorts to sop up her departed reservoir.
“Do you understand what your beauty does to others?”
“I already knew that. Maybe not that many at once but I’m not naïve.”
“You see the power I have at my fingertips. If you were to allow viewers on your own the limit would have been 25. I could have increased your admirers into the thousands. Of course I might have fried your computer.”
“Please don’t do that. Of course I do have the money in my bank to buy a new one.” She laughs.
“No need. Each of the viewers were charged $19.99 to watch.” He laughs with a Smiley.
“Do I get my cut?” She grins and sticks her tongue out at him.
With a wink he offers, “There’s a gift card at “Macy’s” waiting for you to pick it up. Buy yourself some lingerie and revealing clothing. Perfume. Things that you can wear on your adventures. Plan ahead as you buy.”
“Wait! 500 people times 20 bucks is ten grand.”
“There are 3 stores in San Diego. A card at each one. I believe a live fashion show is in order at each of them. I will corrupt their store cameras. Should security detain you I will take care of it. You will leave without so much as a scolding.”
Her eyes stare without blinking.
“For you I am going to do that. I am going to trust you. If I get arrested the trust is gone. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
She suddenly goes pale, “I don’t have a car. I’ll have to carry a bunch of packages by bus. 3 stores that are far apart it’ll take forever.”
“Already taken care of. A stretch limo will pick you up at the end of the block at 9:00 AM sharp. Keep it as long as you need it. Within the limo I will leave a package. The gifts I mentioned earlier. Wear them and read the notes.”
“Alright.” She shivers with excitement.
“Wear that red dress you wore in your modelling portfolio. No underwear.”
“That dress hugs high up on my ass cheeks as is.” She smirks.
“I can cancel this shopping trip.” He types.
“Hey now! I’m not saying no. Just saying the hem borders my coochie. Won’t be easy keeping it down. Every step I take the material constricts.”
“Precisely. Find a shoe store that sells Stiletto heels. Buy a pair.”
“You want me naked in a leg cast don’t you?” She giggles.
“Plenty of admirers to sign your cast at my direction.” He laughs.
Miki shakes her head, “Whatever you want Maestro.”
“There becomes your safe word.”
“Maestro?” She puckers.
“Night my Golden Goddess.”
She melts at his departure.
“Night Maestro. I feel safe now.”
On her computer ITunes opens up and a beautiful symphony plays for her to enjoy.
Maestro indeed.
Miki felt the need to masturbate again.
Alone.
Never alone.
No longer.