#anasanthology

‘Yes!’

He grinned when he saw the notification on his phone and went to sit at his desk. He turned his computer on and looked up the account.

Ethan was never the kind of guy that was too into porn. That was until one day he came across a girl online, CameraShy070408. There was just something about her that left him wanting like he had never wanted before. (He also enjoyed how ironic her name was). She didn’t really have many followers, but he kinda liked that in a weird parasocial way. It was like she was his. He often tried to block out the fact that other men could see her like he did… Maybe he was weirdly parasocial with this girl.

After a while he started checking her account every night, which left him feeling a little desperate and pervy, especially when she hadn’t posted. He ended up just biting the bullet and turning notifications on. I mean, it wasn’t like he followed a million porn accounts. Really, hers was the only one he followed and the rest was engineering and game stuff. So he decided to take the plunge and prayed that no one would be looking at his phone when he got a notification. Ethan felt a lot better about himself now that he wasn’t actively checking this account every night. (Even though he’d still scroll through his notification board once or twice just to be sure he didn’t miss it, but that he was able to rationalize).

Luckily, tonight she had posted. The video preview was her holding a pink dildo in front of her palm. The caption read, “Feeling really sick ;( but I heard orgasms improve the immune system :).” Ethan moved his hand to sit on his upper thigh in anticipation. It wasn’t until he clicked on it that he realized there was a problem.

His mouth fell open and he just blinked at the screen, hitting the spacebar to pause the video.

No way.

No fucking way.

He sat completely rigid just staring at his computer, his hand sitting tensed up on his thigh. No way it was you. His face was lit up from his computer. A slight pounding in the back of his head from sitting in front of a computer screen all day at work, something he was used to now. It couldn’t be. The image of a woman’s hips displayed on his screen, paused mid-turn to show her right side. A long fine line tattoo stretching from her lower waist down to her mid thigh. The same tattoo he saw peeking out of the top of your skirt when you stretched earlier. He just couldn’t believe it was you. His sweet, quiet, friendly coworker…

You were the girl he had been watching?

Ethan bit his lip and just blinked up at the screen. His dick was already hardening from just seeing your handle pop up on his phone like some kind of deviant Pavlovian response. His hand started slowly moving up to his crotch. ‘This is wrong.’ His hand got closer… ‘I should click off.’ And closer… ‘She wouldn’t want me to see this.’ His mind was screaming at him to close out of the page but every cell in his body just wanted him to keep going. He wouldn’t admit it—not even to himself—but knowing that this girl he watched was you… it made it even better. Of course he was attracted to you, but that wasn’t completely it. Ethan got to see a part of you that no one else knew about. Whether it was the people at work or the people on twitter, he knew something they didn’t and it was exhilarating. Now it was really like you were his. He started to undo his buckle causing his face to heat up at the predicament he was leaving himself in. He knew how guilty he would feel after, how guilty he would feel going into work, how guilty he would feel every time you smiled at him, but he couldn’t stop. No. He could, he just didn’t want to. The aroused part of his brain just wanted to get off, and get off to you. At this point, even if it mattered to him how wrong it was it didn't matter as much as fisting his cock to a video of you. ‘It was your choice. You made the video for people to see. It’s not like he’s watching something you didn’t want anyone to look at.’ He tried to rationalize it but it didn’t make it feel any less wrong… and a part of him liked that. There was something so taboo about this situation that he couldn’t help but love.

‘I won’t treat her any different. As long as it stays in my head, who cares?.’ 

Now that made sense to him. It’s okay as long as he doesn’t let it affect his or your work relationship. That thought gave him the go ahead he needed to let himself fall completely into pleasure seeking. He slipped his underwear down just enough to pull himself out. A soft hiss could be heard as he grabbed his cock and looked back up to the computer screen. Your pretty curves still illuminated his face and reflected on his eyes. He unpaused the video and slumped back in his chair. He let it all but consume him.

Now he was committed.

You finished turning and leaned forward to display your wet pussy to the camera. He started pumping himself and swiping his thumb over his rosy leaking tip as he watched you. The image of your finger gliding over your hole would be something he could never forget. He closed his eyes and groaned as he forced himself to just rub at his tip like your fingers swiped up and down your cunt. If there was any doubt in his mind that this was you, it was completely gone now. He recognized your red and black nails—which he complimented—that you came into work with the other day. The nail polish was patchy from how you’d bite it off as you worked at your desk. He could still remember seeing you try to shake off a wet plastic rhinestone that had gotten stuck on your finger after you had accidentally bit it off. God… you had this horrible habit of putting everything in your mouth. You would be listening to him speak about something and be sucking and licking on your favorite pen cap. Looking right at him as your cute pink tongue slipped between your lips, it always drove him insane. He opened his eyes back up only to see your fingers rubbing your clit and covered in slick.

“Oh fuck.” A soft whine fell from his lips. He felt overstimulated from the way he was touching himself, but he always preferred doing it like he was touching the girls he would watch. His eyes scanned over your body and he couldn’t help but want more from you. He wished you’d show your face on camera so that he could see you put your wet fingers in your mouth. The thought made his eyes roll back for a second because he knew that that was something you would most certainly do. All the times you’d bite and chew on your fingers mindlessly as you worked, reading reports and documentation on your screen… Why would he think you’d do anything different? Shit. Now he was imagining you at work. All he could think of was you touching yourself at your desk. He knew he should stop now but the floodgates have opened and he just can’t go back. His cock ached at the thought of seeing you bent over your desk with your skirt hiked up to your waist. Fingers fucking your pussy as you sucked and licked on that click pen you have while you just stare at him. On his computer screen you grabbed your pink dildo and started running it along your slick to cover it in wetness. He brought his hand up to spit on it before rubbing it along the underside of his cock. After a second you started slipping it in slowly, pulling it back and re-angling it to try and get it inside you easier. It was hot seeing you struggle to stuff your tight little cunt. The video didn’t have sound but he imagined your sweet desperate whines. He thought about your pretty voice just begging to have something inside you, begging him. 

‘Ethan, please. Please just need your cock inside me. Wan’ it so bad.’

 You finally slipped it inside and started pumping it in and out while you used your other hand to rub your clit. 

‘Thank you, Ethan. Thank you, thank you thankyou…’

He started fisting his cock in rhythm with the dildo you were using. He pretended the ‘shlick schlick’ noises coming from his hand were coming from you touching yourself. His mind went back to you bent over your desk as he watched your video. Thinking about you fingering yourself and begging for his cock while he refused to give it to you. In his mind, you could be a whiny needy girl who loved it when he told you no and teased you. His spit bubbled and mixed with the pre-cum streaming from his tip as he sped up his pace when he saw that’s what you did. He just threw his head back and closed his eyes. 

“Good girl… yeah, take it.” He whispered into the near silent room. His thoughts were everywhere, putting you in different positions, different situations. The only common denominator was you, he wanted you. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl. Mhm, do it. Fuck yourself on it.” He gritted his teeth and winced as he felt the cum inside his cock. He wanted to finish inside you. He thought about holding you down on your desk as he pushed roughly into you while you just laid there crying and begging for him.

‘Mmph, Ethan, ‘s too much. Please-‘

That pushed him over the edge. The thought of your needy body trying to fuck back on him while you begged him to stop. The thought of you not knowing what you really wanted cause you were so far gone. He kept pumping himself and soon white stripes painted his fingers. “Oh, oh f-fuck. Mmph!” His other hand instinctively went to cover his face and he just kept stroking till his cock was spent. He just sat in his chair for a bit breathing heavily. He opened his eyes and paused your video. The room was completely silent. ‘What did I just do?’ He bit his lip and sighed. ‘What is wrong with me?’

Bzzt bzzt

He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and pulled it out (with his non-cum covered hand). He read the name and took a deep breath. This had to be some kind of cruel joke. He accepted the call.

“Hey, it’s late… is something wrong?” You could hear how tired his voice sounded on the call.

“Oh, did I wake you up? I’m sorry, Ethan.” Your voice was quiet and it sounded like you were struggling to talk a little.

“Um… yes, but I’m glad you did. I came home and took a nap on the couch and if I would’ve stayed like that all night my whole body would be aching tomorrow.” Liar. He laughed softly as he spoke, trying to ease his slight paranoia at you knowing what he was doing.

“Well, I’m still sorry. Uh-I was just calling to tell you I won’t be at work tomorrow. I’m sick. Now that I think about it this probably could’ve just been said in an email or text… I’m not thinking very straight right now, I apologize.” He couldn’t keep his mind off how whiny you sounded and he could feel himself getting hard again. ‘Stop, stop, stop!’ He felt like he was gonna cry.

“It’s okay, I hope you feel better. Stay home as long as you have to and don’t worry about work, I’ll take care of it.” His voice was soft and understanding.

“Oh thank you, Ethan. You’re the best.” You smiled a little. He really was always so caring whenever you got sick or something came up. “Well I’m gonna get off here and sleep off my fever. Goodnight, Ethan.”

“Goodnight.” He gave you a faint smile even though you couldn’t see it. He set his phone face down once you hung up and sighed. He looked down at his hardened cock and he just closed his eyes and shook his head. ‘Why?’ He stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up as he cursed himself.

How would he face you at work?