The living room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of musk and something else, something raw and sexual.

The massive TV screen on the wall was glowing, casting a blue hue across the room. And on that screen? A video of me.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at myself, wearing nothing but a black cat mask, my body writhing between two guys as they fucked me senseless.

One was pounding into my pussy from behind, his hands gripping my hips, while the other fucked my mouth, his cock sliding in and out as I moaned like a slut I am.

The camera zoomed in on my dripping pussy, my swollen clit, the way my body shook with every thrust.

Oh yeah, I'm a pornstar, I've been one for years, but no one knew my face, not even my manager.

Only my director knew my real face, and I’d worked hard to keep it that way.

My videos were my secret, my escape, my way of indulging every filthy desire I had without anyone knowing it was me.

But there, on the couch, was Charles.

His back was to me, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he sat facing the screen.

His arm was moving rhythmically, his hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked himself to the sight of me getting fucked.

The sounds from the TV filled the room, my moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, the guys grunting as they used me.

My heart stopped, was he jerking off to me? Did he know it was me under the mask? No, that was impossible, no one knew.

But the thought of him wanting me, even without knowing it was me, made my pussy clench so hard I almost whimpered.

I took a step closer, my thighs slick with my own arousal. I’d skipped panties on purpose, and now I was paying for it.

My juices were dripping down my inner thighs, the cool air hitting my exposed pussy and making me shiver.

I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him.

Charles groaned lowly, his hand moving faster as the guy on screen flipped me over and shoved his cock back inside me.

“Fuck,” Charles muttered, his voice was rough with something I counted name.

“Take it, you dirty little slut.”

My knees nearly buckled, he was so fucking hot like this, completely lost in the moment, his muscles tense, his breathing ragged.

I wanted to see his cock. I needed to see it, I crept closer, staying behind the pillar in the center of the room, my eyes locked on his hand as it pumped up and down.

And then I saw it, Holy! Fucking! Shit!

His cock was massive, It was thick, veiny, curved just the way I’d imagined, the head glistening with precum as he stroked himself.

It was bigger than any I’d ever taken on camera.

My mouth went dry the second I got a full look at him stroking that fat, curved cock.

Thick veins ran down the shaft, the head swollen and pink leaking so much precum it dripped over his knuckles in long sticky strings.

He was gripping himself hard, twisting his fist on every upstroke, and the wet sound of skin sliding over skin mixed with the loud moans coming from the television.

My pussy clenched so violently I had to squeeze my thighs together just to stay standing.

I could feel fresh wetness sliding down the inside of my leg, because I still had no panties on and I was already soaked through.

On the screen, the version of me in the cat mask was getting absolutely destroyed.

One guy had me bent over the bed, slamming into my pussy so hard my whole body jerked forward with every thrust.

The other still had his cock buried in my throat, holding my head still while he fucked my mouth like he owned it.

I remembered that shoot, I remembered how sore my jaw was the next day, how my pussy had gaped for hours after they both finished inside me at the same time.

Watching it now while Charles jerked off to it made my clit throb so bad I almost whimpered out loud.

I needed to touch myself, I couldn’t stop myself.

My hand slid under the hem of my tiny leather skirt before I could think twice, my fingers found my bare pussy instantly, slick and swollen and aching.

The second I brushed my clit I had to bite down on my lower lip to keep quiet, my legs shook.

I was so fucking sensitive that one slow circle had my knees buckling, I leaned my back against the pillar and let my fingers slide lower, parting my lips, dipping inside just enough to coat them in my own juices before I dragged them back up to rub my clit again in a slow filthy circles while I watched Charles pump his cock faster.

He still hadn’t noticed me, his head was tipped back against the couch, his eyes half closed with his mouth open as he breathed hard through his nose.

His free hand gripped the armrest so tight that I knew his knuckles were white.

His hips kept lifting off the cushion like he was already fucking someone. Fucking me, I wanted it to be me.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, voice rough and broken. “Take that dick, you filthy little slut. Take it deep.”

My fingers moved faster between my legs, matching his rhythm.

I was dripping all over my own hand now, the wet sounds were quiet but definitely there.

I didn’t care if he heard, part of me wanted him to hear, part of me wanted him to turn around and catch me rubbing my pussy while I watched him jerk off to my videos.

On screen I screamed as I came, my pussy squirting hard around the cock inside me, my juices splashing down the guy’s balls.

The camera zoomed in close, showing every pulse, every gush.

Charles growled at the sight, his hand flying over his cock, his forearm flexing, his veins standing out.

Then he said something that made my heart stop beating.

“Fuck, Aria,” he rasped, jerking his hard. “Take my cock just like that, baby.”

My name in his desperate voice sent me over the edge, my pussy spasmed around nothing, my clit throbbing under my fingers as I came silently, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood.

My legs gave out and I slid down the pillar an inch before catching myself.

The car keys slipped from my other hand and hit the marble floor with a loud metallic clatter.

Everything stopped for a few seconds.

Charles spun around so fast the couch creaked, his cock was still in his fist, thick and shiny, jumping with his heartbeat.

His eyes locked on mine and went huge. For one long second we just stared at each other.

Me with my skirt rucked up around my hips, my fingers still buried between my legs, with my thighs trembling and wet.

“What are you doing here, Aria? “

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I swallowed hard, blinking fast like that would somehow rewind the last thirty seconds and put everything back to normal.

My heart kept slamming against my ribs, so loud I was sure he could hear it.

No, no, no. He was just fantasizing about me, that had to be it.

There was no way he actually knew the girl getting double-fucked on his screen was me.

I had been doing this for years and nobody had ever figured it out.

I was not even embarrassed that he had caught me with my hand between my legs, with my fingers soaked and shaking.

I fucked on camera for a living.

Embarrassment was not in my vocabulary anymore, but the idea that Charles might know the face behind the cat mask? That made cold panic crawl up my spine.

I opened my mouth to speak, lie or say something, but nothing came out, my throat felt lined with sand.

“Why do you call my name?” I finally asked, my voice was really small.

He looked at me for a long second, then gave a short, awkward laugh.

“Why did I call your name?” He repeated the question.

I heard him say Aria. I know I did.

He bent down, snatched his boxers from the floor, and pulled them up in one quick move.

The waistband snapped against his stomach and that beautiful cock disappeared behind black cotton.

I hated that cotton right now.

“You should have made some noise when you walked in,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes flicking anywhere but at me.

“Sorry you had to see that.”

Sorry? He was sorry?

I almost laughed, I had dressed like the sluttiest version of myself on purpose, my skirt barely covering my ass, my nipples practically cutting glass through my top, and he was sorry.

I pulled my hand from between my thighs, fingers glistening, and wiped them on my hip without thinking, his gaze followed the motion and I saw his jaw tightened.

The television was still playing, my masked self was now riding one guy reverse cowgirl while the other one fed his cock into my mouth from the front, the room smelled like sex and shame with his cum.

Charles reached for the remote on the coffee table, his thumb already on the power button.

“Let me turn this off.”

The screen went black for half a second, just long enough for the media player to show the file name before it closed.

And I saw a name displayed on the screen.

Thompson_Aria_4K_Private

My stomach dropped straight through the floor

He froze too, thumb still hovering over the button, his eyes wide like he had not meant for me to see that.

That's my really full name!

I moved before my brain caught up, I lunged forward, snatched the remote out of his hand, and stepped back fast, my pulse was roaring in my ears.

“Aria—” he started.

I ignored him and mashed the buttons until the folder opened again.

There were dozens of files, they all had my real name, some were the public releases, but a lot of them were the private ones, the ones I only shot for custom buyers, the ones where the mask slipped a little, where you could see the scar on my left hip, the birthmark just above my pussy, the tiny freckle on my inner thigh that nobody else in the world ever got close enough to notice.

Fuck! He had known for God knows how long.

I looked up at him slowly, he was staring at me, his chest rising and falling too fast, his hands half raised like he was trying to calm a spooked animal.

“Explain,” I said, my voice came out dangerously, I don't even know what was forming in me.

He licked his lips. “I… found out maybe eighteen months ago. One of the private clips leaked on a forum. The mask moved just enough to see your mouth, I knew that mouth, Aria, I spent years trying not to stare at it every time you bit your lip when you were annoyed at me.” His voice dropped slightly.

“Then I saw the scar on your hip in another video, the same exact place you got it falling off Daniel’s bike when we were 17 years old or something, After that it was easy to match the rest.”

I should have been furious, I should have been terrified, Instead heat rushed straight between my legs so hard my knees almost buckled.

He had been jerking off to me, knowing it was me, for eighteen fucking months.

All those times I thought he was ignoring me, teasing me, flirting with other girls in front of me to piss me off.

He had been going home and watching me get fucked six ways from Sunday while he thought my name.

My nipples ached, my pussy was throbbing again, even more wetter than before.

“ You're sick, fuck!” I breathed, but there was no venom in it, my voice shook with something else entirely.

He gave a helpless little shrug, like a man who had already accepted he was going to burn. “Yeah. I am.”

Silence stretched between us, and I let the remote fall to the rug.

Then I stepped forward until my tits brushed his chest, he sucked in a sharp breath but he did not move.

If things is already going to this way, why bother pretend again?

“You have been watching me get fucked by other guys,” I said slowly, looking up at him through my lashes, “and stroking that big dick to the thought of me the whole time?”

He nodded once, his throat working as he swallowed.

“ Don't nod, Charles. Say those words.”

“I have been obsessed with you,” he rasped. “Every single night, I could not cum unless I was thinking about you, watching you, or hearing you moan.”

My hand moved on its own, I slid it down his stomach, over the waistband of his boxers, and wrapped my fingers around his cock through the boxers.

He was already rock hard again, pulsing against my palm.

“Good,” I whispered. “Because I have spent years wanting this cock inside me and pretending I hated you so nobody would guess.”

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His eyes went black with lust.

I squeezed him harder. “All those times you flirted with those girls right in front of me? I went home and fucked myself raw thinking about you punishing me for being jealous.”

A growl rumbled out of his chest, his hands finally moved, coming up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to bruise.

“Tell me to stop,” he said against my mouth, breathing hot. “Tell me to stop right now and I will.”

I answered him by sliding my tongue into his mouth.

He groaned loud and kissed me back like he was starving. His tongue pushed against mine in a filthy way that I almost my mind, his teeth scraping my bottom lip.

One of his hands slid down to grab my ass under the skirt, his fingers finding bare skin immediately because of course I was not wearing anything underneath.

He squeezed hard, spread me open, then slapped my ass once, the sound cracking through the room.

I gasped into his mouth and he did it again, but harder this time.

“You came here dressed like this on purpose,” he muttered between kisses, biting my lip, my jaw and my neck.

“Yes,” I moaned, grinding against his thigh because I needed friction. “ I wanted you to bend me over the second I walked in.”

He walked me backward until my spine hit the wall beside the television.

His hands shoved my crop top up, yanking it over my head and tossing it somewhere.

My tits spilled free and he stared at them for a second like he could not believe they were real, then in seconds what I knew was his lips were on me.

He sucked my left nipple hard, his teeth grazing me, flicking his tongue, while his hand pinched the other one until I cried out.

I clawed at his back, trying to pull his boxers down with one hand while the other tangled in his hair.

He pulled off my nipple with a wet pop. “Slowly Aria,” he growled. “ I've been waiting too fucking long to rush this.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and shoved my skirt up to my waist, then spread my legs wide.

The cool air hit my soaked pussy and I shivered.

“Look at this pretty cunt,” he said, his voice rough with awe.

He ran two fingers up my slit, collecting my wetness, then pushed them into his mouth and sucked them clean while staring up at me. “ Hmm.. it tastes better than I imagined.”

I whimpered, jerking my hips forward.

He hooked one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me completely, and licked a slow stripe from my entrance to my clit, my head thunked back against the wall.

“Charles—”

“Keep Quiet and take it,” he said, then buried his face in my pussy completely.

He ate me like a man possessed, his tongue pushing inside me, fucking me with it, then sliding up to circle my clit before sucking it hard between his lips.

Two fingers shoved into me without warning, curling, stroking that spot that made my legs shake.

I grabbed his hair with both hands and ground against his face, chasing the orgasm that was already building again.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with me. “You come on my tongue first, then I am going to fuck you until you can not walk out of this house.”

I moaned loud enough that the neighbors probably heard if he had one.

He went back to work, his fingers pumping faster, flicking his tongue on my clit without mercy.

My thighs started trembling, my stomach tightened, and then I was coming hard, my pussy clenching around his fingers, juices dripping down his wrist while I screamed his name.

He kept licking me through it, drawing it out until I was gasping, oversensitive and shaking.

When he finally stood up, his mouth and chin were wet with me.

He wiped his face with the back of his hand, then grabbed my throat gently and kissed me again so I could taste myself on his tongue.

His cock was straining against his boxers, the head peeking above the waistband leaking steadily.

I reached down and pulled him free, wrapping my hand around bare skin this time.

He was hot and throbbing in my grip.

He broke the kiss, breathing hard against my lips.

“Let's go to the bedroom”

I shook my head, squeezing his cock harder. “No. It's right here. I have waited long enough.”

He stared at me for some seconds, breathing heavily too

Then he grabbed my hips, spun me around, and pressed my front to the wall.

My cheek rested against the cool surface, my tits flattened against the wall, with my ass pushed out.

His boxers hit the floor, and I heard the rip of a condom wrapper, he must have grabbed one from somewhere, then the blunt head of his cock nudged my entrance, sliding through my wetness, teasing me.

Finally fuck!

I pushed back impatiently.

“Beg me,” he said, his voice dark with lust.

“Please,” I gasped immediately. “Please fuck me, Charles. I need it, I need your cock so bad.”

He stayed perfectly still behind me, the thick head of his dick resting right at my entrance, sliding up and down through my slick folds but never pushing it in.

Every time he dragged it over my clit I jerked, a fresh wave of wetness coating him.

My palms were flat on the wall, my fingers curled, with my nails scraping the paint because I needed something to hold on to.

“You want this dick that much?” he asked, his voice low and rough.

His hand came down hard on my ass again, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“You’ve been walking around acting like you hate me while your little cunt was dripping for me every day?”

“Yes,” I moaned, pushing back harder, trying to take him myself.

“Every fucking day, every time you looked at another girl I wanted to scream, I wanted you to drag me somewhere and fuck the attitude out of me.”

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