Youtube Dicking | By : SandyRavage Category: Celebrities - Misc > General Views: 20672 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
Disclaimer: This is pure fiction. I do not know Jenny Nicholson or Lindsay Ellis. I make no profit from this story. |
It looked like a child’s room. That’s what threw Darryl threw off the most. She was supposed to be 26, but her room didn’t reflect it. Toys, stuffed animals, movie posters. Everything bright colors and in disarray. It was also strange to him to be looking in the room he’d seen in her Youtube videos. Ranting and raving about the kinds of things geeks idolized her for.
Jenny Nicholson. Youtube ‘star’. The merchandise and collectibles in her room weren’t cheap. She made serious money off the boys who watched her videos. She shilled all over social media, taking money while being the adorable girly nerd that they all fantasized about. He did. And he knew that’s what she wanted. When she would wear tight sweaters. Little skirts. Slather on make-up.
Darryl had been in shock when he’d seen her grocery shopping. The girl he’d dreamt about meeting. Not because he was a fan. He didn’t want an autograph. He didn’t want to take her to dinner. He didn’t want to be her friend. He wanted to fuck her. To hurt her. Maybe it was jealousy. Maybe it was just misogyny. It was probably both, and he was aware of this. He hated how she could have so much success with her obvious, pathetic pandering and he had nothing, after years of hard work.
That had been a week ago. When he’d followed her to her house. Watched her go inside. He had sat in the car for over an hour, waiting. Thinking. A plan forming in the back of his mind. And now here he was, standing outside her room.
“Oh, please don’t look in there! It’s a complete mess!” Jenny said from behind him. He turned, smiling down at her. He had almost an entire foot on her. She was drinking from a pink water bottle. He tried not to let his eyes run over her body, the tight heart-adorned skirt and leggings she wore. The green sweater that hugged her chest.
“No worries, ma’am, I’ve seen worse.”
Jenny gestured down the hall. “The breaker is down there.”
Darryl nodded and began to walk towards it. He didn’t tell her it was him who cut the power. He only showed up at her door, in his old uniform from the electric plant, and told her the power went out in her neighborhood grid and that he had to find what had caused it. Thankfully she’d bought it, and he didn’t need to choke her out at the front door.
He looked at it passively. “What were you doing before the power went?” He asked her as she continued to sip from the water bottle.
Jenny’s face turned red, and he hated to think it, but it was adorable. “I was recording actually. I have a Youtube channel.” She said, averting her eyes slightly.
“Really? What’s it about?”
Jenny shrugged, trying to think of the least embarrassing answer. She took a drink from her water bottle. “Just...just my...My uh...opinions…” She said the words coming with difficulty.
“Are you alright, ma’am?”
She nodded, attempting to speak, but the room swayed lightly in front of her. “I’m feeling a little...off…” She managed.
Darryl look at her, faux concern on his face. The roofies he’d crumbled up in her water bottle had hit her a lot quicker than he thought. She was so small. The bottle fell from her hands, almost empty.
“Jenny, Jenny... I need you to focus.” Darryl said, bending down to her level, his large hands on her shoulders. Jenny looked up at him, bracing herself against the wall, her head swimming.
Darryl looked her in the eyes, seeing them begin to glaze over. “I’m going to fuck you Jenny.”
The words hit her like a bus. For a moment, she was lucid and alert. She stepped away from him with a jerk and turned to run. Before she could, though, she hit the floor. Jenny tried to fight back to consciousness, to will herself up. She felt him pick her up, his hand on her breast, his erection pressing into her back. She passed out a second later, hanging limply in his arms.
Darryl carried her back down the hall, dumping her inside her room. He’d known her roommates were going to be gone all day. He’d bugged her house last week while she slept. He’d watched her silently, thinking she was pretty even asleep, her face plain. He’d resisted the urge to force himself on her then, knowing that if he waited, he could have a lot more fun with her.
He walked to her camcorder and turned it on. Focused it on the bed. A moment later, her limp body fell into frame. Darryl stood to the side of the camera and pulled a mask from inside his jacket pocket. He put it on and pressed record.
Jenny lay on her side, her legs hanging off the side toward the camera. He stepped into frame and rolled her slightly onto her back, spreading her legs. The camera was looking up her skirt, but nothing was visible. Darryl gripped the tops of her leggings and began to roll them down, taking her shoes and socks with them. Now her bare legs were the focus. He rubbed his hands up and down them, feeling how smooth they were.
Darryl grabbed the front of her skirt and flipped it up. He looked over her pink panties, as did the camera. Slowly, he slid them off. Her pussy came into view, with a small field of brown pubes. Darryl stepped back momentarily, making sure this was all in frame.
He moved towards the bed again, sitting next to her. He pulled her upright, leaning against him. He gripped the bottom of her sweater and lifted it up and off. Her stomach was flat and pale. Her bra was basic, white and cotton. He disposed of it immediately. Jenny’s breasts were small, round with lightly red nipples. He took one in his hand and kissed the other, feeling and sucking them.
Darryl let her go, and she fell back onto the bed. He stood, unzipping his pants. His large dick came forward, erect and veiny. He grabbed her again, pulling her off the bed onto her knees. He stepped closer to the camera with her. The camera now only showed him from the waist down, his cock pointing right at her face. He took a fistful of her soft, brown hair and rubbed his cock on her lips. He pushed, and her mouth opened slightly, allowing his dick to slide in. He thrust gently, enjoying how it felt to have his dick on her tongue, her red lips around his shaft. She looked beautiful. He pushed her face forward, forcing as much of his dick down her throat as he could. Drool dripped down as he worked his meat further and further down her mouth. Jenny began to gag, his balls resting on her chin.
He let go and she fell backwards. Briefly, she was awake. Her mouth was sore, her vision blurry, and the only thing she was wearing was her skirt. She was confused, not sure where she was. She tried to stand but passed out again, landing stomach first on her bed. Darryl took the opportunity to lift her skirt again, showing the camera her ass. He gripped one cheek in his hand, surprised by the meat on it.
Darryl picked up the petite brunette in his arm, carrying her to the opposite side of the bed. He dropped her, her head towards the camera. The lens captured him lowering his pants and lifting her waist, her pale ass pointed up towards him. He ran a finger over her slit, placing a thumb over her asshole. He spit into his palm and worked it over his cock. He smiled as he put the head of his dick against her cunt and began to push. Slowly, he began to enter her. She was tight. Almost virgin like. He tried to dismiss this thought but it stayed with him in the back of his mind. It felt like he was gonna tear her in two. Darryl grabbed her by the hair as he shoved his last few inches into her pussy, lifting her head so the camera could see her face.
He began a slow pace, fucking his cock in and out of her. Each thrust jolted her small body forward, one hand still with a fistful of her hair and the other hand gripping her waist hard enough to leave a bruise. His thrusts deepened, her ass slapping against his thigh and jiggling. He let go of her hair and held her waist with two hands now, driving her back and forth on his dick. He looked at the camera and smiled. This was better than anything else she had filmed. No pandering, no bad jokes, just her cunt being used.
Darryl felt his climax nearing and stopped, relishing the feel of her tight cunt keeping his cock warm. Again, he placed his thumb over her asshole. Pressed it in. He knew he had to. He spit once more in his hand, rubbed it into his cock, and began to push himself into her ass. It took several minutes, more and more of his dick sinking into her anus. It was extremely tight, almost to the point of pain for him. He could tell she’d never done this before. He was happy to be her first butt fucking.
Finally, he had all thick 7 inches of his cock buried in her asshole. He pulled out a little, and pushed back in. He did this slowly a few times, attempting to start a pace, her ass resistant to him. Finally, he was able to begin a rhythm. Fucking her ass slow and steady, his balls slapping against her cunt. The sight on the camera showed little Jenny Nicholson, face down and bent over, being raped in the ass. He slapped down hard on her cheek, leaving a red handprint as a mark.
“Stop.” Said a small, weak voice.
Darryl paused, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, but her hands were grasping the bed sheet. He saw she was crying.
“No. He said. He thrust hard, ramming his cock into her.
Jenny yelled out in pain. She reached forward for leverage and opened her eyes. The red light of the camera stared back at her. She could feel the world about to drop from under her feet again, but she realized what was happening. She was being raped. And now she had her face on camera with a cock in her ass. She dropped her face into her arms and began to sob as he hammered her. Moments later, she was limp and unconscious, her tits bouncing softly as she was ass-fucked.
Again, his climax neared. Darryl stopped, his cock stretching her out. He pulled out, but still held her waist. He flipped her over onto her back, the camera seeing the side of her. He mounted her, a knee on either side of her. His large, red, meaty cock stood over her. He began to pump it, staring down at her. With his free hand he grabbed her throat, squeezing it, choking her. Her face began to grow purple as he masturbated furiously. Finally he let go of her as his cock erupted. His cum splashed over her face and her tits. He continued to cum, aiming his cock like a weapon. When he had finished, Jenny’s face was almost completely covered in cum, her tits dripping with it. She had never looked more beautiful.
Darryl stepped out of frame for good. He looked down at the beloved nerd girl, internet celebrity, his cum-covered fuck doll. He turned towards the camera and stopped the recording. He grabbed her equipment and began to walk away before he paused. He’d almost forgotten. Darryl turned back and walked to her desk. He grabbed a pen and wrote quickly on a piece of loose paper. Afterwards, he grabbed her equipment and left, blowing her a small kiss as he walked out of her room.
Jenny awoke several hours later. The sun had begun to set. She didn’t move for a long time. Her mascara ran down her face in long, black streaks as she silently sobbed. Her chest heavy, the cum having mostly dried on her breasts. She sat up, every part of her sore. She saw the camera was missing and a heavy dread settled over her. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself, more for comfort than modesty. Jenny saw the note, saw the large, ugly handwriting.
“All on film. Keep quiet.”
There was a crooked smiley face underneath.
Jenny sat on the chair, looking around numbly at her toys and figures. Despite it all being right around her, it felt like a world away. She attempted to wipe some of the dry cum off her lips. She sat naked, her asshole and cunt abused, her jaw cramped from being face-fucked. She continued to cry.
At home, Darryl pressed play. And then, a while later, rewind. Then he pressed play. A little while later, rewind. He sat in his chair. A gigantic grin on his face.
Jenny Nicholson. His Youtube star.
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