The Dildock Virus Ch. 02

With a swift kick of his foot Reggie pushed the chair away in front of the computer and opened up the viewing area for Laurel to dance unhindered. Another few button presses on his smart phone and her computer started blaring out loud suggestive music. With a shove from her tormentor, Laurel was front and center in a camera shot that showed her from below her knees all the way up.

"Dance for your fans, CockSlut and don't forget to look at your messages. I'll give you two songs to show them what you've got."

She froze on the spot and the look on her face was that of the deer in the headlights. Reggie again barked at her to dance and Laurel couldn't help herself from beginning. It started off as a slow shifting rock from foot to foot but soon began to build into something else. A door in her mind was again being closed to the young woman she once was and the new Laurel was stepping to the forefront and taking control. She closed her eyes and her hips and shoulders were soon swaying to the pulsating beat. She felt herself surrendering to the rhythm. Perhaps she thought if she just let the music take over, she could lose herself in it and then even if for a moment, she could escape, losing all responsibility. She had to admit though, it did feel good. She focused on what Reggie had said as she increasing gyrated to the beat, and soon Laurel found herself imagining herself as an exotic dancer. And if she was, just how would she move to allure men, to turn them on, to want her. When she opened her eyes again, she caught the small image of herself dancing on her monitor. "God, I look good! Definitely have some sexy moves happening. Reggie is right; it's all instinct." she thought. The camera did a slow zoom to her face from her body and caught her sexy eyes and a mischievous smile. She looked to where it told her the number of viewers she had, and got a little rush when she realized over 1080 people were watching her performance. Wow! ...and so early! Some men must have been telling their friends about her! Then she bent down a little closer to the screen, revealing her hanging cleavage in the process as she read some of the scrolling messages of those she now regarded as her fans.

A little chuckle escaped her lips as she read their requests. No surprises here. "You're such naughty boys!" she chided and stripped off her tank top tossing it to the ground, making more than one watcher happy. Her breasts, bobbing completely free of concealment. gave perky little bounces showing everyone her outstanding cone shape breasts, oversized nipples and slight upturn. As reasonably large as they were, they defied gravity and dared anyone watching not to want to suckle them. She got more into the dance, rolling her head dreamily from side to side which sent cascading hair in all directions. Every now in then she casually cocked her eye to the message board to judge her success in driving the men wild. She was now looking forward to obeying all their requests, in due time of course. She undulated her hips and tummy like a belly dancer, undid her belt and loosened the top of her short cut offs. She thrust her chest forward and ran her hands through her hair. A few more sways of her hips and her jeans were barely clinging to her hips before a quick little shake dropped them all the way to the floor. The camera was sharp and clear and viewers had eyes glued to their monitors to make out the outline of her puffy mound within her white cotton panties. The camera zoomed in for a better look.

Seventeen hundred viewers! Messages were fast and furious. As a reward for her performance thus far, Reggie popped up a few profile windows of jerking cock close-ups that men were begging to show her. Laurel closed her eyes and gave a quick shudder. She was imagining all those viewers crowded together in some old and dirty wrestling arena, all eyes focused on her, bathed in a pool of light as the star attraction and wanting to 'do it' with her. Each was busy with their hands stroking themselves. She almost wet herself. How incredible it felt. Never before would she have thought such a thing, but at that moment she couldn't imagine doing anything more exhilarating. She was alive and she was giving these men, regardless of who they were, how they looked, how old they were or how many there were, what they wanted most, a piece of her.

The camera pulled out as she turned around and while bending over she began removing her last piece of clothing, her panties. The curvature of her body, the slightly parted globes of her rounded ass, the shapeliness of her legs positioned together as she teased it finally down were surely sending howls of lust into the air whatever bedroom or den she was being watched in. She gradually turned around while massaging hands went from shapely breasts to inner and outer thighs. Her fingers then found their way to her plump trimmed mound and moist slit. As the camera zoomed in, she parted her vaginal lips slightly to demonstrate to all its puffy, glistening receptiveness.

"Yeah baby! Spread it."

"Where do you live?"

"Finger yourself you slut" another viewer messaged.

"Shit! I blew my load already!"

She ran her middle finger up and down her ridge to get it slick before she slid it inside herself to the second knuckle. She shivered and she thought anyone of the now nineteen hundred subscribers watching could be doing that to her, invading her with their hands, their tongues, or who knows with what else. Laurel was a natural; she needed no practice to become the perfect tease.

"Suck your finger"

"Baby open my profile! I've got somethin' for ya!"

"Turn around! Show me that ass again! I'm just about there!"

"Taste yourself!" There was no shortage of suggestions of what she could do next.

But Reggie had other plans. He had stripped off all his clothes already and was getting just too horny to stay out of the action. He ordered her to lean over the chair and grab its arms giving the viewers an incredible side profile that highlighted her curvature and wonderful hanging breasts. He positioned himself behind her. In one shove he drove his thick steel-like shank deep inside. Although she had intercourse only once before, she was so wet and receptive there was no pain. All she felt was intense pleasure as her pussy welcomed its invader with clutching muscles. Her head rolled back and she gave a throaty groan. He ordered her to remain looking at the camera while with increasing speed he pumped himself in and out. Onlookers seeing her spaced out look knew just how turned on she was. She was getting fucked and the bitch loved it! On the monitor, images of dozens of cocks were already exploding, their owners all wishing they were the one driving it into the beautiful twenty one year old.

Reggie pace soon reached its maximum and the slapping of his belly on her fleshy ass tapped a staccato beat that made her breasts jiggle in unison. Reggie's thoughts were farthest from what the viewers might like and only on getting himself off. He had her dismount and as he lay back in the chair, backrest partially down, told Laurel to face him and mount. Her feet quickly stepped up onto the chair straddling Reggie and lowered herself down on her haunches. She grabbed his juiced pulsing cock and inserted it back into her pussy with an impatience that underlined her intense need to feel it stuffed deep inside where it belonged. Minutes before he was a monster, unattractive and unimpressive. Now, it didn't matter, only the feeling in belly did. Hunched over her stallion, thighs and ass tight in explosive frenetic action, she began to ride him hard like a demon obsessed jockey trying to make it first to the finish line. She jack hammered her tightly stretched pussy up and down over his shaft from having only the head inside to all out consumption where not a millimeter of cock could enter further. Groin against groin, the loud flesh smacking sounds were profound. Her pussy grabbed his cock with each entry and her outer lips clung like lovers arms with each retreat. There was no sensuality in her actions. Her hunched backside taunt and glistening showed to the internet world only a raw, base sexual act that would not finish without mind blowing climax. Reggie's hands clutched the arm rests fast for support. It was obvious to all that the action they were witnessing was Laurels alone.

"Give it her! She fucking has to have it!"

"Bang that bitch!" comments from the watchers came in streams. The message window was a constant scroll.

"Treat her like the whore she is!"

"Look at her! The fucking slut can't get enough!"

After several minutes, Reggie wheeled the chair around to show a side profile of his lust filled mount. Her grabbed her tits like the handle bars of a bike and pulled them taunt to the sides. Laurel only grunted. Eyes closed shut in lust; her body was stiff like a steel spring in action. Any pain she may have felt from his mauling or her straining legs only heightened her frenzy and she redoubled her efforts to get his seed inside her before her inevitable collapse. Her whole body was now coated with a sheen of perspiration and stands of sweat matted hair flailed her shoulders as she pistoned even harder on Reggie's groin. He knew he couldn't last much longer. This bitch was incredible with no let up. "Fuck I make great sluts" he thought to himself.

The chair gradually turned from the onslaught to show her backside again and the camera zoomed into a close-up of her pounding ass and cock swallowing pussy. Reggie started grunting uncontrollably and she could feel his groin lifting off the seat. Laurel knew the moment of her reward was near. With incredible timing, she slammed down hard one final time, meeting his up thrust as seed splashed deep inside her like a burst dam. He couldn't have been implanted inside her any deeper. Reggie had big balls and wave after wave of ejaculate sprayed from his twitching cock. She herself was caught up in a whirlwind of an orgasm so intense her choking groan and body shudders racked her spasming body seemingly minutes on end. Viewers had stopped messaging only to give full attention to their own climax. What they saw was incredible! This beauty, this young woman so seemingly untouchable on the street, was impaled deep on this man's cock and the combined juices of their fucking was practically spurting in pressured sprays from around the tight fit of their union. If ever there was an act of pure sex, this surely was it.

When she finally came down from her transcendental high, in heaving breaths she turned around to view the monitor. The camera zoomed in from her crouched body to a close up of her sweaty, glazed and panting face. Over four thousand watchers had witnessed her debasement. As she slowly dismounted, muscles threatening to collapse from their efforts, several new popup profiles loaded on her screen showing close-ups of yet more men in their frenzied finishing stages of getting off while the thought of what they just witnessed was still emblazoned in their minds. With a click of his smart phone, Reggie closed the website, grabbed her tank top from the floor and wiped himself off before starting to slowly get dressed. She felt the cooling sweat on her body and the mix of their juices running down her legs like pee. Before her legs gave out completely she slumped into the chair. Laurel looked over to where Reggie was slipping first one leg and then the other into his pants, and couldn't help but see Reggie for what he really was, a crude chunky pot-bellied man with hair starting to thin. But just minutes before he was her total partner in the most obscene act she have ever possibly have participated in. What had she done? Or rather, what had he done to her?

"Why...?" She was pleading for an answer. "Why did you do this to me?"

Reggie actually took a moment to reflect as he buttoned up his shirt before giving his answer. "You contacted me. Not the other way around. Remember that. Nothing personal, I just needed to test out new algorithms for my program and you fit the bill. If you think I did this to ruin your life. I didn't. In fact, I've only changed it for the better. What you are is all you. I only brought this side of you to the forefront and enhanced it. I took away all the pressures and guilt society placed on you. Admit it. Never before did you felt so alive. Never have you felt such emotion, such a rush." He was just finishing tucking his shirt into his pants when he commented further. "Get used to it. This is the new you, and you're gonna love it. Not that it wasn't fun for me, but fucking you wasn't the reason for all of this. You were just part of the fine tuning process. I've got bigger fish to fry than you. By the way, how do you like my name for the virus? Whether it's a dildo or a cock, anything stuffed inside feels great, ..huh!" He chuckled at his own musings. Reggie was now fully dressed and about to close the door, but before he departed he had one last thing to say. "Some day when you're in a room full of men with a cock shoved into every hole, remember to thank me for your ...liberation." And with that, the latch clicked shut.

Sitting, slumped and sticky in the same chair on which she just had the most incredible sex, Laurel turned to look at her computer desktop screen and at the icon of the program that had caused all this. Just staring, nothing else, her eyes started to well up and she began to sniffle. "What ...am I becoming? ...What have I become?" She gave herself a moment to sob in self pity. The program then became the target of her conversation. "I must never use you again. You did this to me. Where is the life I knew? What have you done? It has to stop!" She gave a brief pause in her reflection. "...But you've also given me pleasure I've never known, made me feel desired, wanted ...and made me feel really alive for the first time since I can remember. I know I should do, but right now what I really need most is for you to take me there once more." Before she could convince herself otherwise, a part of her brain double clicked on the icon. And like the calm expectant moment an addict may experience once the drug is injected and now rushing to the brain, she waited. "...Maybe this one last time ...then I'll give it up...." More quickly and more receptive than ever before, her mind settled into the familiar rhythmic pattern of colors and flashes. As her attention drifted away from the worries of the world and into her all absorbing task, she had just one more fleeting thought. "I think I'll stop when I get to 100%. I mean ...that's a perfect score isn't it?" But for right now, she had to concentrate...