The red dot

I was standing in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. That's me. Naked.
I look down. No breast and something between my legs I wish wouldn't be there. I took a breath and looked back in the mirror while dressing a yellow bra.
I only dress it, so it looks like I would have breast. I have cute matching yellow panties, too, to hide my shame. I took a big dildo from the shelf and fixed it on the wall, around the same height as my waist.
I went down on my knees with my mouth right infront of the tip of the dildo. This could be a real cock right now, if I wasn't too embarrassed from the last time I sucked a cock.
My tongue touched the dildo. I didn't write back to him, after we met last time. It's been a week and he wrote two or three times. But I didn't answer. I made up excuses for myself. I was too busy.
"I think too much, again, " the voice in my head said, while wetting the dildo.
I moved my head closer to the wall, with the dildo touching the back of my throat I closed my eyes. I love the feeling when something opens my throat and my spit runs out but making myself deepthroat is hard. It's hard to overcome that feeling. I put my hand on the back of my head. It always helps when I pretend to be ****. I started pushing the back of my head. Forcing the dildo to pop my throat. I coughed and spat alot making a mess on the wall and my bra. I **** myself on the dildo again and spat even more. All the spit running down my body and ruining my pants. I cannot help myself - I love this feeling. I **** myself over and over again until I turned around, leaning against the wall, the dildo right above my head, I started to masturbate. It didn't take long until I came on my body. I kept sitting there for some minutes with my eyes half closed - I love this feeling. But it was still unsatisfying. This could have been a real cock. It could have been someone elses cum. I could have been **** without being able to fight it. Just the thought of it made me horny again. Shit.

Two days later, I got a message again: "Hey slut, last chance to answer me..."
I am busy. I really can't...
Am I making up an excuse? I just binge watch stuff on Youtube and later I will be horny again and waste time on my own...
I decided to answer again... I had fun last time, even though I didn't want him to cum in my mouth...
"Hey, sorry I didn't write back, I was kinda busy."
"So, you're coming over today?"
"Sure, I'll make myself ready."

Now, I have to stop thinking. It was already dark outside, so I decided to go for a black dress and shoes. I didn't want to draw too much attention on me.
I rushed outside, so I didn't even start to think.
I arrived at the house with the white door - here we go... again. I took a deep breath. I remembered last time I was here, the old lady came to my mind again and my heart started to race.
I shook my head to make the thoughts go away. I stepped to the doorbell and put my finger on it. Just like the first time I freezed: Do I really want this again? The shame running back and everything?
I closed my eyes, my head sank a little. STOP. TO. THINK. My finger pushed the doorbell. I **** myself to do it, just like when I deepthroat my dildo at home. It was easy once I just let my hand get the better of my head.

"Hello?", a familiar, manly voice came out the speaker.
"It's me...," a shy voice answered.
I opened the door and went upstairs again. This time nothing happened. It was so casual, ...
I arrive at the last floor, the door on the left opened up and a familiar smile greeted me.
"Missed me?"
But I wasn't in the mood like last time, I gently smiled and followed him inside.
He put his hand on my back and pushed me across the floor. I looked to the left: There was the kitchen. Last time I made a pizza there... I still cannot believe it.
He opened an unfamiliar door and pushed me through it. There was a big bed, a wardrobe, a nightstand with a light turned on. It was the only light in the whole room and it was dimmed. I couldn't see much else in the whole room.
"Sit on the bed", he said while pushing me towards the bed.
I sat on the corner of the bed, taking off my shoes, and then I crawled to the left side of the bed and sat there.
He moved to the right, and layed down. I started taking off his trousers and pants.
"Oh, you can't wait, can you?"
I went down, opened my mouth, ready to suck. I wanted to get this over with, I really wasn't in the mood.
"Hey, balls first, you already forgot that?"
I did as he asked me and sucked on his balls.
Funny, I wasn't feeling that much but he enjoyed it a lot. His cock grew a little and got harder the more I sucked.
I can deepthroat a real cock, again.
I have to stop thinking and enjoy it. I started taking his cock in my mouth - I didn't want to wait and I wanted something to cheer me up.
He grabbed the back of my head again and pushed me down on his cock. It was much more difficult to get it in my throat while laying down. I couldn't get it inside, I always choked before it got all the way in.
"Sorry," I heard myself saying.
"Try harder," he replied and pushed me down, again. I still couldn't get it all the way in and a lot of spit came out of my mouth.
"It's better when I sit down," I said and tried to move off the bed on the left side when he grabbed my arm.
"No, sit down here," he said while pointing to the right side of the bed.
_What the...? Why? _I thought, but I went with it.
I kneeled on the floor and he sat on the edge of his bed. I started sucking again and as soon as I took his cock in my mouth he pushed the back of my head down on his cock again.
I felt his cock entering my throat. The feeling was so much better than my dildo. He didn't release my head for a long time, I started to kick my feet on the floor, and tried to scream but my voice was only a faint gagging. He seemed to enjoy it. A lot of spit rushed out of my mouth and finally he released me. I gasped for air and looked up. First I was angry but the joy on his face removed any thoughts I previously had. I made him happy. I am a girl for him. I have to be grateful. Happyness replaced the anger on my face. I felt all the spit ran down my dress. "Finally cheering up a bit?", he said breathless while grabbing the back of my head. I smiled while opening my mouth. His cock penetrated my throat again. Now he started to seriously fuck my throat. I wanted to resist but I heard him breathing faster and faster. He enjoyed me.
When he finally released me again, I said: "I have an idea..."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
I crawled on the bed again, turning around, laying my head on the edge of the bed - upside down. Then, without any other words, I opened my mouth. He took his cock and used my mouth like a pussy.
I closed my eyes, his balls kept hitting my face while he fucked my mouth. I felt spit running out again and again. It was running over my face, my eyes, my wig - everything. I didn't see myself but I knew I must be looking like a real mess.

Suddenly, I heard him heavily breathing again. He was about to come. I squinted my eyes when he pulled out his cock.
What does he want? He wants to take a break before cumming?
I turned around on the bed and looked up to him. Just in that second he came on my face. Hitting my eyes, my lips, my forehead, I felt his warm cum everywhere on my face.
I was surprised by him cumming on me and flinched a bit. I closed my eyes again. He pushed something against my mouth, I opened, and his cock went in my throat again. He pushed the back of my head once more and then released "ahh. Thanks, good girl."
I chuckled and got up, I could barely open my eyes.
"I have to clean up a bit," I said, smiling.
I went to the floor, I remembered where the bathroom is. Suddenly, his hand pushed me again.
"You can clean up at home, I need my bathroom now."
He pushed me towards his apartments' door.
"Erm. I really don't have anything with me to clean up."
"I think, it makes you hot to run around like that."
"No, I...," he opened the door and said: "See you next time," and shut the door, leaving me outside his apartment.
I kept looking at his door for what felt like minutes.
_Shit. If somebody sees me here. _My brain was back. I turned around, rushing through the stairway.
I have to get out of here, there's light everywhere. It's dark outside, I have to make use of the dark. Nobody can see me like that.
I rushed outside and looked behind. I saw the white door while cum dripped of my eyelid. Shit.
I started using my finger to collect the cum and pushing it in my mouth.
I still felt my face was full of cum but I couldn't get any more using my fingers.
Then, I thought, why did I even eat all his cum and not just threw it on the ground... Now I have this taste in my mouth... Ugh.
I came cross some people outside but they were distant, I guess they didn't notice I was full of cum. Nevertheless, I started running faster and faster until I came back home.
Finally home.

Here I was again. Sitting down in the dark floor of my apartment.
I slowly walked to the mirror. I really was still full of cum and spit. It was on the sides and everywhere. Hard to believe that nobody noticed it...
I went under the shower and while I washed my face I remembered something.
Why did he push me to the right side of his bed, why was that even important? It felt kind of strange.
I thought harder. I remembered seeing a red dot when I sat down. Then it struck me.
He had a camera recording us...

F**k!

What will he do with that recording?