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"I don't think I want to do this, Dimitri..."
Melissa often had to turn down her loving fiance, whether it was for any type of remotely adventurous sex (or any sex at all. The young twenty year old woman was still a virgin, after all) or anything that pushed her out of her own comfort zone. She didn't do it out of spite, or even to tease Dimitri; it was simply because Melissa was never the adventurous type. Dimitri understood this ever since they started going out about three years ago, when they were both college students and began dating. In fact, Dimitri even knew of her religious background - Melissa came from a conservative family from Utah and was a virgin. She could still remember the nicknames she got, strutting around campus in tight fitting jeans and sweaters. This wasn't intentional; any clothes that she would wear would make it seem as if she was showing off. After all, she had all the right curves for her hourglass figure; whether it was her round, wide butt or her huge breasts. In fact, her breasts seems to have been the focus of many men and a bit of a problem at the bar, where one or two men have constantly tried to figure out her bra size. The attention was both flattering and very off-putting.
"I don't know Dimitri..."
Recently, Dimitri had been trying to get poor Melissa out of her comfort zone in a very abrupt way; posing naked. The young woman couldn't see why her soon to be husband would want that; having other men stare at her naked body didn't seem to be appealing at all for her. So, she kept turning her fiance down, even when the conditions changed a little and he promised to make it "artistic". Still, she kept denying him. She couldn't fathom that he wanted this, not realizing in the slightest that her fiance was excited of the idea of other men lusting after his own fiance - for them to want what they couldn't have. Still, week after week, he tried, which honestly frustrated Melissa to no end! It seemed that he was getting nowhere until he discovered Melissa's weakness - wine. And so, while they were at the bar one Wednesday night, he made sure to order plenty for Melissa until...
"Okay..."
Her fiance had a big grin, as he guided her to Melissa's own modest apartment.
...
Poor Melissa's heart was pounding as she saw, through the dark light, Dimitri there, standing with the camera in his hand. True to his word, he tried to make it a bit...artistic. Artistic meaning that Melissa was holding up a fishnet up on her body, closing her eyes as Dimitri took his time, eyeing her naked body in the dark light. After all, it was the first time he ever got a glimpse of it, but now seeing her massive breasts, with her quarter sized nipples, he wanted to take it in. But anyway, he took the camera and pressed the button - a white flash engulfing the room until the picture was taken. Anxious, Melissa quickly ran to put on some clothes while Dimitri posted the picture up online. Of course, neither one of their names were on the picture, with nothing in the world that could be traced back to them. Of course, Melissa didn't know this and even though she was so tipsy, she got angry with Dimitri for having put the picture on some sleazy website. She angrily told Dimitri to leave, before she passed out on her bed.
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The next morning, she went through her daily routine. She made herself some breakfast and tried her best to shake off what happened the night before. Still, every so often she eyed the computer, wondering what people would say about her. There was a comment section, so obviously people would have comments about those lewd pictures. The site was still there; both Dimitri and her having forgotten to actually close the browser. Curiosity got the better of her and after taking her morning coffee, she went over and gasped at the result. First, there was the picture.
Then, there were the messages. Not only did her picture get over 1000 comments overnight, but there were so many private messages sent to the account that Dimitri had set up. Many people believed that it was her putting up the picture online, so naturally they decided to try their luck. A lot of these were just plain disgusting though; low effort messages that had absolutely no impact other than disgust. Melissa was right about to close the browser too, until she saw....that message.
"I just saw your picture and I had to tell you that I would love to have you in that fishnet. If I had my way, instead of a picture I'd film you like that, with me moving behind you. I'd start by kissing your neck, getting more and more forceful. I'd press that fishnet against those big tits of yours, forcing it against your nipples. I'd make you gasp and moan, maybe even ask me to stop. I'd keep going though. I'd fuck you like you wouldn't believe, for the entire night. I'd get so rough that we might even break the bed but I wouldn't care. I'd pull your hair, choke you, spank you until you're a cumming mess on the floor, moaning for more and submitting your body to me, and me alone.
If you enjoyed this, send me a message sometime. I'd love to chat more with you."
Melissa didn't know what it was, but reading the message sent shivers down her spine. A soft moan did escape her mouth, shocking herself from her own reaction. Her heart was pounding and she tried to rationalize it; rationalize the fact that she was writing back. Her own excitement clouded her judgement as she typed back the following message:
"melissa94@email.com that's my email."