Somali Pirates and Camgirl Spam: Annie and John

John blinked twice, staring at the link that just appeared in his phone's inbox. The number was unknown, and the link looked like your average spam. He was about to discard the message, when a second text came.

“Show starts in five minutes. Free for first 10 viewers. Paid after that. Book your place now.”

A cam show? Spam camgirl link? John almost laughed out loud. Who responds to texts like that? John was already in enough misery. He didn’t need to click on a virus link for more of that. Bored at his desk, his weary mind drifted back to this morning, before all hell broke loose in the office.

After the crazy events of the morning – from the perspective of every party involved - just as the trio was about to relax on a lazy day, John got a call from his office.

“Somalian pirates? Are you fucking kidding me?” Kelly and Shaun exchanged curious glances while he talked loudly on the phone, clearly agitated.

“Are you OK, babe? Is anything wrong?” Kelly asked softly as he finished up with the call.

“Just my fucking luck, that’s what’s wrong”. John was rubbing the temple of his head, trying to make sense of this ridiculous piece of bad luck.

“You know how my company deals in the fashion sector?”

Kelly nodded along. John worked as an executive in a clothing company. He usually took care of logistics, making sure shipments reached when and where they are supposed to. A pretty laid-back position that should not have emergencies on a Saturday morning.

“One of our Europe-bound ship just got captured by Somalian pirates in the Indian Ocean – crews and cargo both. They made me the focal point for the negotiation on behalf of the company. I need to rush to the office right now. I’m so sorry, babe.”

Kelly could not hide her disappointment. After a week of missing out, she finally had both of the most important men in her life together, ready to chill and relax all day long. And now John had to leave. She could not catch a fucking break.

“Don’t mope around all day missing me, silly. You two have fun, OK?” And with a kiss on her forehead, he was out of the house.

It was 7:30 in the evening now, and there was no sign of the situation resolving soon. There was a lull in the negotiation at the moment, possibly carrying into the next couple of hours, leaving John with nothing important to do except wishing he could be home at this moment, with his loving wife.

Knock knock.

“Excuse me, can an exhausted colleague come vent in here, or is that off limits?”

John looked up from his desk, his eyes meeting the smiling, innocent eyes of Annie, his smart, blonde coworker. Aside from random chitchat in the office corridors, John hung out with her once before, in that smoky bar downtown. Oh, what a night that was.

“Please, come in”, the socially awkward, nerdy yet good-looking husband motioned for her to sit opposite, but the playful blonde chose the chair right beside him, making him squirm in his own chair.

“Tell me, why I, Annie Leonhart, has to stay all day at the office on a fucking Saturday, for stupid pirate negotiations, when I work in the fucking sales department? What am I supposed to do, sell a tank top collection to the fucking pirates?” she sighed.

“You heard the boss, Annie. All executives have to be on call during this emergency. No exceptions.”

“More like no fucking common sense”, muttered the usually cheery girl. The day’s stress was clearly having an effect on her, and not in a good way.

Before John could respond, his phone chimed again. “Not this shit again”, he murmured under his breath.

“What is it?” asked Annie, her curiosity piqued, although in truth, she’d probably choose watching paint dry at this point than spend another minute twiddling her thumbs in the office.

“This camgirl spam link keeps bugging me. Wait, let me block the num…” his voice trailed off, fingers frozen in place, mouth slightly open in surprise.

“Hey, John, you good? Hello? Earth to John?”

John stared in disbelief at his phone, looking at the pictures displayed on the screen.

Red mini skirt. Red thong. Red top. Red shoes with red soles. Black hair. Face obscured by a red venetian masquerade mask.

No.

No.

No no no.

This couldn’t be…

“What is it? Let me see”, Annie peeked her head over John, letting out a small gasp when she saw the pictures.

“Is that… The girl from bar the other night? She’s your spam camgirl? What are the fucking chances?”

John’s mind was getting foggy, images of the incredibly sexually charged night coming back to haunt him.

Fuck.

Was he hallucinating?

Was this really happening?

Annie read the caption underneath. “Tonight’s special guest: Babydoll”.

“Well, what are you waiting for?”

Annie’s question broke John out of his reverie. “What do you mean what am I waiting for?”

“Don’t you want to know what she is upto this time? She seemed like such a free spirit last time, don’t you think?”

John stared at Annie in equal parts shock and awe. He was shocked that she supported behavior like that, but he could also admire how she just spoke her mind without worrying about what others around her might think. For some reason, she reminded him of Kelly’s newfound liberated personality, albeit more brash.

“What… What do you want me to do?”

“Open the link, duh! And cross our fingers that we’re on the free tier. Hop to, soldier!”

“Yes ma’am”. John felt giddy clicking on the ‘spam’ link. He was glad to learn he won’t be judged by his peer if he took a peek into that girl’s life. To be honest, he was actually starting to enjoy Annie’s company now - she had a charming, reassuring personality - he couldn't deny that.

John smiled ruefully at the irony. Last time he left Annie’s company in a hurry because he thought she’d think he was a pervert for sporting an erection seeing the girl with the red shoes. Now they were bonding over their mutual perverted interest in the same girl.

“Fuck, free slots are filled up.”

“Ok, then pay. How much is it?”

“50 bucks”.

“We can split the fucking money. Now pay.”

After John approved the transaction, he clicked on the link again. There, in the executive office room, John and Annie stared at the screen, watching it come to life.

He put it on mute, lest someone walked into the office. Both he and Annie could be fired for watching fucking porn during office hours.

The show had already started. At that point, the camera was focusing on the back of a girl. Wearing a red top. A red mini skirt. Red shoes with red soles. John couldn’t see under the skirt, but he had no doubt what was underneath.

A red thong.

He heard Annie take a sharp breath. Was Annie into girls? Was she a lesbian? Bi? John decided he would have to ask another time - for some reason, this moment felt like it deserved absolute attention for the girl in red.

As the camera moved back a little, John could see the girl’s head bobbing up and down with a singular purpose. She was giving a vicious, throaty blowjob to the lucky guy in front, who had a masquerade mask on, same as the girl.

A hand reached down her skirt, showing off her little red thong like before. “Does this whore need more than one guy every time?” he murmured, loud enough for Annie to hear.

“Hey, she might be a whore, but at least she’s doing what she loves. Look at her going. Do you think a girl like that would ever be happy with a single guy? It will be unfair to both her and the guy. Duh!”.

John went silent, watching intently as the action picked up on the screen.

The second guy, naked except for a similar mask, had lifted her ass off the floor, making her suck the dick in front of her like a dog.

“Bitch in heat”, John murmured again, unaware Annie could hear him.

“A sexy bitch. Come on, give her some credit”. She winked.

The next time, it was Annie who couldn’t contain her amazement.

“John, look at that slut getting stuffed from both ends. Jesus Christ. What do they call it, getting spitroasted?”

John had no clue, but it seemed fitting, considering the scenes unfolding on the screen. The camera filmed from the side now, showing the extent of her depravity in high definition details.

The whore had the cock in front jammed in her throat up to the hilt, while the guy behind her had discarded the thong long ago - about to enter her from behind. However, he stopped in his tracks, checking something on a phone in his hand.

A wide grin appeared on his face. He whispered something in the girl’s ear, who started shaking her head no from side to side. After a number of loud slaps on her ass, however, she finally relented, and looked straight into the camera, about to speak.

John had to know what she was talking about. He just had to. He quickly grabbed his headphones, offering one earbud to Annie while hastily putting the other in his ear.

“Hey guys. My name’s Babydoll. I’m a fucking worthless trash. I…”

She stopped, clearly struggling with the rehearsed script.

The guy behind her slapped her ass a few times, until she looked at the camera, the visible portion of her face now flustered, the hard cock in front dangling in her hand. Her voice appeared tinny and garbled with club music banging in the background.

“My holes are so useless I let strangers fuck me for freee…”

A couple of slaps later, she looked at the camera again.

“I’m so worthless, I have to pay guys to fuck me. Hey mister, will you fuck me for a dollar?” she pleaded to the guy in front of her, offering him a dollar bill the guy in the back handed to her moments ago.

“Just a dollar, bitch? I thought you were worth more than that”, he laughed out loud.

“No, no. It’s for both of you”. She almost choked getting the next words out.

“I’m a 50-cent whore”.

“Fuck yeah, bitch”, the guy behind her said loudly, entering her pussy in one go.

As the girl whelped from the sudden invasion, John’s mind tried to place the voice of the second guy. Where had he heard that before? Somewhere recent?

The only guys he recently hung out with were Kelly's friends and the three nameless colleagues from the office. Maybe...

It was hard to concentrate on rational thoughts with the kind of erotic scenes unfolding before him. The girl, no – the whore on screen was now moaning like a banshee, only thing muffling her screams of ecstasy was the large cock inside her mouth, probably hitting the back of her throat.

The cock in her pussy was hammering in and out of her like it was hate-fucking her, making her entire body – especially ass and boobs – jiggle like there was no tomorrow.

“Fuck, look at that whore go.” Annie said in a breathless voice. She was probably horny as fuck by now, John reckoned, but wasn’t doing anything crude in front of John out of decency. Good. John liked decent girls. Like Kelly.

John was so lost in the depravity on the screen that he didn’t notice he was sporting a full boner. Granted, it was obscured by the desk, and in the confines of his pants, but still, it felt wrong to have a hard-on sitting right beside Annie. He chose to focus on the screen instead, hoping the erection will go away with time.

On the screen, the girl – no, the whore, John reminded himself, now sat on the first guy’s cock, riding him up and down on a loveseat, facing the camera. The second guy took this opportunity to tenderize her tits, slapping the shit out of them.

“What do you say when someone slaps your tits, cumdump?”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

“Good whore”. He spit right on her face, into her open mouth. John was disgusted to see she swallowed his spit, even making a show of showing her wide-open empty mouth, only to be rewarded with another couple of wads of spit.

The guy then twisted her nipples roughly, gesturing her to look at the camera.

“Weren’t you telling us about yourself, fucking whore?”

Panting and bouncing on the first guy’s cock, she looked into the camera.

“I love it when guys piss on me after fucking my worthless cunt. It makes me feel soooo good. Fuck.” She started moaning from the sensations in her pussy, only to be brought back to her senses from repeated slaps across her face by the second guy.

“I love getting pounded in any of my holes. But my most special hole is my ass. I cum like a shameless bitch if you fuck my ass like the trash I am. But… Aghhh… Only my boyfriend gets to fuck my ass because he’s so special. So, so special. Ahhh…”.

At that point, the men switched places with each other, with the second guy taking the whore on his lap now, facing the camera. His cock was teasing the opening of her asshole, which looked already lubed.

“This little hole, you worthless trash?” he was teasing her, evident by her genuine pleading.

“Yes, yes, please fuck my ass. Please baby, I beg you. Pleaseeee”.

“I don’t know slut, my friend here is missing out on the action. I feel really bad for him.”

“Ugh… Nngh… Marky can have my pussy. Pleaseee…”

“You heard the whore. She wants to be double stuffed”, the guy said to the camera, smiling.

The first guy, Marky apparently, spit on the girl’s face, slapping her across the face, calling her a shameless slut, before pressing his dick inside her in one go.

The second guy also chose the same moment to push half of his gigantic cock inside the whore’s asshole, making her writhe in pain for a few moments before she started bouncing on both their cocks, apparently out of her own volition.

“You like that, bitch?”

She didn’t have to answer. She was bouncing on both their cocks, eyes closed, as the three of them developed a nice little rhythm, pushing in and out of her holes in tandem.

“You would fuck any guy I tell you to, won’t you whore?”

“Yes, yes… Yes baby… Fuck…”

“What if your husband disagrees?”

Her eyes shot open, bewildered, as if for the first time she remembered she was married.

“Fuck”, John thought. “This whore is married. Her poor husband!”

“Do you still love him?” the second guy asked, increasing the pace of his strokes, with the other guy following suit.

“Yes, yes, I love him.”

“Even when you’re getting pounded by two cocks at the same time like a fucking shameless cumdump? Even when you're this big of a cheating whore wife?”

“Yes, yes, fuck. I love my husband with all my heart. He’s my world. And I am his. Fuck...”

The guy in her ass grunted hard, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her rectum until his dick started spasming inside her. Marky, the first guy, took out his cock, stroking it, ready to cum.

The helpless whore, too far gone by then, lost control of her bladder from the double workout she was getting from two monster cocks. She started pissing involuntarily, the stream coming out of her peehole looking even more obscene on the camera as her ass was stuffed full of a cock.

As she was almost done peeing, the 'boyfriend' took his cock out of the whore’s leaking ass, throwing her on the floor. As she laid there, humiliated, used, discarded, the first guy started cumming on her, soaking her face, hair, chest, and tits with cum.

The two guys stood tall over her as she tried to stir, coming out of her sexual stupor.

The boyfriend let out a stream of piss on the whore, followed by the other guy. The wanton slut, well fucked and spent now, didn’t even try to resist or get away. She just opened her mouth slightly, letting the piss wash over her body, as well as inside her mouth.

Sporting a thumbs up and stupid grin, the supposed boyfriend, spoke to the camera.

“Well hubby, we just fucked your lovely 'world' senseless. I hope you still love her”.

John came in his pants - without ever touching his cock, for the first time in his life.

Fuck.

Started, he looked around, embarrassed from the fact that he had a powerful yet unassisted orgasm right in front of Annie. But looking around, he couldn't see her anywhere in the room.

Unbeknownst to him, she had locked herself in John’s attached bathroom minutes before, rubbing herself to a furious orgasm, the scenes on the screen stirring a part of her she hadn’t felt come alive since college.

She had developed a massive crush on the girl in red.