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Darien pt 18 (Epilogue)
🕑 Added 2024-12-09 03:00:07 +0000 UTCTen days after he’d taken the selfie of himself and Emily, Andrew was still staring at the image.
Staring at it, with his dick in his hand.
Lying on his unmade bed in his room in his parents’ house, he was half-naked, ready to go to bed. Sleep was secondary to reliving the events of that day, however. His random, near-anonymous encounter with ‘Emily’, if that was her name. If she did live locally. If she was a teacher.
It didn’t really matter to him. As far as he was concerned everything about Emily could be a lie. She could have been a hired escort planted in his store, or an actress for a hidden camera show or a goddamn alien.
All he remembered, all he wanted to remember, was the feeling of burying his cock deep in her ass, and then later jerking off while he watched this woman pleasure herself with the heel of a shoe he’d selected. Hadn’t he imagined that so many times? Hadn’t he been thinking of that when he’d jerked off in private in the back of the store during a quiet shift, looking at or fondling very similar shoes?
It was like Emily had looked directly into his subconscious and summoned his deepest fantasies. Made them real. For one brief, incredible moment.
Now he was alone and all he had to remember her by was this selfie. No more images, no video, no recordings of her sexy voice. This one moment, after the event, was all he had – where Andrew looked like a complete dork. Or had, until he cropped himself out of the picture so he could look directly at Emily’s face.
At first it had been enough. Seeing her face, her smile, had brought back all the memories. He’d cum so hard the first time it felt almost as good as when he came on the day. Gradually though as time passed, it became more difficult to get aroused by the image. He had to think harder, recalling the sensations, the sights, the smell. Then he began to invent new scenarios with her, situations that might occur if she really did live nearby. Running into her at a coffee shop he knew, then fucking her in the motel that was down the street. Finding they were going to a movie around the same time, then letting her jerk him off in the theater. Gradually he began to create a vivid fantasy life around this woman who he’d likely never see again.
Knowing right then he’d need to invent another scenario to get himself off, he began to think, staring at Emily’s eyes. What if she really was a teacher? What if she really did come and teach at his school. That thought sent a pulse through his semi-hard cock, encouraging him.
Then a notification on his phone interrupted his thoughts. Normally he’d ignore it, but something about the message that briefly appeared atop his screen made him stop.
It was about a DM via Instagram. A message from an account he hadn’t heard of, with the account name of @emilyjteacherforhire.
Emily J…
He swiped desperately, trying to find the DM in his Instagram inbox. There. An unsolicited message with a link, to an online storage site. He tapped it, hoping it wasn’t some malware or scam.
After a few seconds, his browser began to play a video.
Emily’s face appeared, filmed using her own phone. It looked like she was in some sort of motel room. “Hey Andrew,” she said, smiling to the camera. “I’m filming this right after I got back from the store.” She angled the phone, so he could see she was wearing the same clothing. “I have a small confession to make. I actually filmed everything we did.”
She bit her lip slightly, like a little girl confessing her naughtiness to an authority figure.
“I hope you don’t mind. I’m not planning to do anything with it… just have a nice little reminder of the fun we had together. I’m going to attach this video to the other one, so it’s all in one easy to find spot.” She walked with her phone over to a bed, sat down, then lay back, the phone held in front of her, pointing down at her face. “I had a lot of fun, you know. You were fantastic, especially for someone… less experienced.” Andrew found himself blushing, which he could barely believe. Even now she was getting under his skin. “Anyway. I thought you might like to ‘review’ things, hmm?”
She turned herself over, moving the phone so she could talk with her elbows on the bed, hands free. “I have to admit I’ve looked at the video a few times myself,” she continued. “It’s hot. Really hot. I don’t always record these kinds of encounters, you know, but among the ones I have… this is one of the hottest. Trust me on that.”
She smiled at the camera, her eyes seeming to bore into him. “I hope you enjoy watching, Andrew. I know I have. If you do, and if you end up grabbing your cock and jerking off… remember me, okay? Think about my body. My ass. My fucking tight hole. You’ll remember all that, right?”
One hand reached forward, but off to the side. “I hope you’ll remember this too,” she said, pulling her arm back to reveal one of the heels she’d used, then bought. “I know I will.”
Once again she opened her mouth and slid the heel down and over her tongue, licking it thoroughly. She winked as she did, then said “Bye bye now.”
Andrew’s cock was rigid as the image of her vanished – and after a brief black screen, he saw Emily as she stepped back from the phone in the dressing room, which had clearly been hidden amongst her discarded clothes.
She was in her underwear, exactly as she’d been when he’d brought the first selection of shoes. As he watched, she carefully slid back the latch on the dressing room door. Then she picked up the black dress she’d worn and held it against her body while looking in the mirror, as if assessing a potential purchase.
It was clear now she’d known exactly what she was doing. Probably from the moment she walked into the store. His hand gripped his cock and began to stroke, knowing exactly what was coming next. His own entrance. The door to the dressing room opened oh-so-slowly, and Emily turned slightly, saying to his past self “Are those the shoes you picked out?”
Andrew knew this was a video he’d been returning to for a very long time to come.
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Ten days before Andrew had received the video, Darien slid the heel of a shoe down his tongue once more, staring at he did into his phone camera lens. “Bye bye now,” he said in Emily’s tones, giving the camera a seductive stare as he froze in place.
Then he laughed, in his own, deeper, masculine tones. “Hope you enjoy the video, Andrew,” he said as himself, grabbing the phone and climbing off the bed. “I expect by the time you see what I just recorded, you’ll already be red raw from jerking off while thinking about this sexy face and this hot body.”
Still recording, he walked into the bathroom of his cheap motel room and placed the phone down, facing back from the mirror. Darien could see Emily’s face reflected back at him as he spoke, watching her lips move but his voice come out. “Hopefully the rest of this video, once I edit it, will be hot enough for you to enjoy for a long time to come. It was just too hot to keep to myself, to be honest, so I figured I’d share. After all, I know what you like, Andrew, especially after our time together. Older women. Women in tight, short dresses. Women in hose. And of course, heels and boots. You really like those. But hey, we have that in common. I like all of those things too. The difference between you and me is, I don’t just lust after those things. I become those things. I use those things. I use them… to seduce boys like you.”
He laughed again, a deep masculine chuckle, as he pushed a lock of blond hair over his fake ear. “God, it felt incredible to fool you,” he said, feeling his own arousal begin to build. “Walking into that store with my new face, my new body. I had no idea you were there, Andrew. It was just blind luck. But you were so attentive, so obviously turned on. It seemed dumb to waste the opportunity. And why not do it right there in the store, huh? I mean if I had been you, working some dumb retail job, I would have wanted to fuck me if I walked in. So I made your fantasy come true.”
He reached up, hands moving behind Emily’s head. “I’m going to make a lot of fantasies come true,” Emily said, re-asserting herself. “I’m going to seduce so many Andrews. You were just the first. Believe me, I know plenty of teenagers who’d like to fuck someone like me. Especially… if I’m their teacher.”
There was a soft ripping sound in the quiet of the bathroom. Emily’s gaze flickered, a subtle acknowledgement that something had changed. “Quite the fantasy, wasn’t it Andrew? Imagining me as your teacher, sat on my desk, class dismissed except for you and me. You bring me a set of new shoes perhaps, taken from the store’s stock. No-one knows except you and me. I’ve told you if you’re very good, if you score really well on my tests, then perhaps… I’ll let you fuck me with them again.”
Her hands moved then, each of them pulling. She moaned instantly, eyes closing for a moment.
“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Darien’s voice said, returning in a low tone. “You’d like to fuck Emily, hmm? Yeah you would. Not just with a shoe either, huh? You’d love to get your cock back inside her. Instead of you coming in the back door, you’d ram that big dick of yours into her cunt though, right? Yeah, that’s right.”
The hands stopped moving. Her eyes closed. She whispered, so quiet even the phone would have trouble picking it up. “I’d love that,” Emily’s voice said, “because I want cock, baby, so so badly. I want that dick. And plenty of guys like you are going to give it to me.”
She began to laugh, hands moving again, separating, moving around each side of her head as Emily’s face began to fold in on itself, the blond hair coming together, the flesh of her face distorting. She took one, last, brief look at herself in the mirror before the mask completely collapsed with a long groan, a sound that was half Darien and half Emily.
As the blond hair slid over his face and dropped, as the mask was tossed to one side and Darien’s male face was revealed atop Emily’s female body, he heard a buzz. His phone.
Stopping the video, the last portion of which he knew he’d be reviewing in private soon, he saw he had an email. An email he’d been hoping would arrive.
Opening up the mail app, he scanned the email’s contents, eyes widening. “Okay then,” he said quietly as he finished reading. “Perhaps Emily won’t be leaving town quite yet.”
Darien glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing his flushed face, then lifted up the Emily mask to check it. Her sensuous lips hung open, as if she was about to reveal all of her secrets.
“You don’t mind sticking around for a while, do you?” Darien asked the mask. “As long as you get to keep having fun.”
He turned the mask around to face the mirror, his own makeup-ringed eyes and flushed, glue-ravaged face next to it. “Oh I think we’re going to have plenty of fun in this town,” Emily’s voice said as Darien stared straight into her empty eyes.
Dropping the mask on the sink, he walked away, satisfied, excited and ready for what would come next.
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