Never Trust Anyone Chapter 7: War Of Words

Monique stared at the cock in front of her: hard, glistening, and with her name proudly written on it in red. She looked at the laptop, which still showed the video of a girl getting her throat slammed.

The pumped-up lawyer picked up her phone and called her hacker. “Why’d you stop, fuckmeat?” He irritably greeted her.

“You’re watching me right?” Monique spoke, rather aggressively, but also in a flirty-like tone.

The hacker was taken aback by this confidence and could only mutter a word, “Sure”.

The slender lady lawyer then spoke back, “You ain’t seen nothing yet,” and hung up.

Monique put her phone down and held the cock in front of her. It was very slippery now, thanks to layers and layers of her copious saliva. She leaned on the wall beside the glory hole and raised her left leg. She held her pose, and looked at the webcam of her laptop, making sure it captured this unholy sight. She took her phone, made a few taps, and then dialed her hacker.

Her voice boomed when he picked up, “Do you want to fuck me, slave?”

“Uh, what?” He was suddenly jolted with this show of bravado. He was the master, and Monique was his slave.

Monique didn’t give him time to say another word, “You’ve had your fun. Now, it’s my turn.” She was now sounding like a proper lawyer: firm, very firm, as firm as the dick she was holding in her hand.

“Wait a minute, I’m the master. YOUR MASTER!” the hacker asserted himself, “Why the confidence all of a sudden?”

“I told you, master,” Monique sneered at that last word, “I want to have some fun too.”

“But you’re supposed to be scared. A slave. My slave,” his voice began to break.

“But you want to fuck me right?” Monique asked, in a serious, rather intimidating, tone.

“Ever since I laid my eyes on you fucktoy,” the mysterious man replied.

“If you want to fuck me, you’ll have to work hard for it, R–,” Monique was so tempted to call her hacker out, but she was having too much fun. She wasn’t about to expose that she knew who he was, or who he thought he was.

“Work hard? I’m already hard, bitch!” He screamed.

“You’ll have to beg for it, boss,” the lady lawyer sternly spoke, “I can’t be the only one begging on my knees!”

Monique had long wanted to take the initiative, to not just be a toy to her mysterious hacker. But she could only do so now, now that she knew who her hacker was. Or at least, she thought she knew.

“Grrrr, I want to shower you with my cum, Monique fuckmeat,” he growled.

Monique smiled, pleased with herself. He seemed to be playing along.

“How would you shower me with your cum, master?” She teased.

He replied, “Look at your screen, slave.”

The flawlessly-skinned fully nude legal associate looked at her laptop’s screen. It showed that picture of her from her law firm’s website, but edited to show her surrounded with cocks and her clothes stained with jizz. Seeing the fake picture made her touch her blooming cunt.

“You want to drench me in your sticky white juice, master?” Monique bit her lip and sped up beating the hard rod in her hand.

“Oh, eyes, slave,” he murmured, “you in your corporate attire, slut. Wear my jizz proudly as you parade around your office,” he moaned as the lawyer squeezed his cock, like squeezing a wet rag, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Monique was getting turned on by all these dirty words. She had held her pose, as if she were about to stuff her pussy with this rock-hard penis in her hands, marked with her name in red bold letters. Oh, how badly she wanted to put it in. Protection be damned!

“What about my pussy, master?” She teased her hacker.

“I want to ram your tight wet cunt, Monique plaything,” he grumbled, “urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I want to pump my seed and knock you up.”

Monique shuddered at those words, “knock you up”. She knew her legal career was finished if that fate befell her.

But she continued to play, “how would you knock me up, boss?”

He spoke in between muffled moans: “I’m gonna uhhhhhhhh… pump ropes and ropes arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… of my seed inside ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…. your fertile womb, bitch!”

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr,” Monique gritted her teeth, “I want to feel your dick tearing me apart.”

“Look at your screen, fucktoy,” the hacker grunted. The picture changed. The screen now showed “Monique”, her head tilted, seemingly stretched so she would be captured her camera, with a huge grin on her face. It was her face, but not her body. This she should should know. The body was of a heavily pregnant lady, her breasts large, her nipples bigger and browner. “Monique” was lying naked on the floor, with her leg stretched and a cock thrust inside her pussy.

“Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I’m going to make you pregnant over and over again, slut,” the hacker confidently proclaimed.

Monique was understandably shocked at what she saw, but after two fake ones, she was used to the madness. No, she had to continue leading the game. She had already taken the initiative. No fake picture would stop her now. She bit her lip and tightened her grip on the cock in her hands.

“You want to make me a cum donut, master?” She said in a flirting tone.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yessssssssssssssss, my slave, he groaned, “I want to glaze your flawless skin with my jizz.”

Monique jerked the cock in her hand even faster, “Give me all your cum master! I want your cum! Urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” she wanted to touch her cunt so bad. She could feel it twitch. But she still had the phone in her hand, and she wasn’t about to let that go. So, she stood upright, and crossed her legs.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk,” her hacker cursed.

“Fuck me. Yes, oh yes, fuck me, master,” Monique purred.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh put my cock inside you now urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” he pleaded.

“Yessssssssssssssssss masssssssssssssterrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” Monique furiously and tightly squeezed with one hand the hard cock with her name. But she continued to stand upright, pressing her legs instead of attempting to put the hard shaft inside her wet hole.

Soon enough, Monique could feel the cock wiggling, trying to break free from her grasp.

“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fucktoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I’m not cumming ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh unless I’m inside youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,” her hacker cussed.

But she was not giving in. Not today. Not ever.

Monique felt the cock twitch and then let loose its sticky prize. She let go as ropes of cum spilled on the floor.

She listened to her hacker on the phone as he cursed and moaned with every release. His murmurs soon sent her over the edge, and she too felt her body flare up, and her pussy erupt in ecstasy.

All fell silent. Monique fell on the floor. She could hear nothing but his moans and her breaths. She certainly had her fun. But whether her hacker did became clear soon enough.

“Hey, I haven’t fucked your cunt yet, you slut!” The hacker grumbled. The phone was still on.

The now drained lawyer snapped back, “What’s your problem? I sucked your cock and jerked you off! That’s not enough for you, fucker.”

“What did you call me, bitch?” Her hacker angrily retorted.

“You heard me, fucker. It’s already what?” Monique looked at the clock, “ten minutes to midnight! I worked my ass off for you and this is how you repay me?!” Repay was not the correct word. But she had already played with a lot of her hacker’s games. She was definitely pissed that he was not satisfied playing her game.

Her hacker shot back, “I better fuck your cunt, you bitch, or, or…”

“Or what?” the tired associate growled.

“I’m gonna expose you if you leave me hanging, bitch!”

Monique did not let this threat get on her nerves, “Fine, but if you do that, I’ll report you to the authorities!”

Her hacker laughed, “The authorities? So, what? They will never discover who I am. You’re the one who stands to lose everything, bitch. Your job, your career. Imagine being branded the slut of the legal profession. The only career you’ll ever have is doing pornos!” He took a momentary pause, lowering the tone of his voice, “Hmm, maybe a porn career wouldn’t be so bad for you, fuck–“

The tense lawyer did not let him finish. She butted in, “I’m just playing your game, fucker. You’ve been threatening to dox me, with shopped pictures no less, so now I’m threatening you. I know who you are, loser. And you also stand to lose much if everyone finds out what you’ve been doing to me.”

Monique thought that if her hacker were indeed Raf, he would fare worse than her. He could face disbarment, being stripped off his license to practice law, for this disgraceful and immoral conduct. “I’d be careful if I were you,” she counseled her now unmasked hacker. Well, almost unmasked.

“You’re bluffing,” her hacker replied, with seeming confidence, “you don’t really know who I am.”

“Am I?” For the first time since she became a lawyer, Monique began speaking and behaving like one.

“Tell me then: who am I, Monique fucktoy?” Her tormentor taunted her. “And what’s your evidence, attorney?”

Monique gritted her teeth. Oh, how badly did she want to expose her hacker. But she fell silent. He was right. All she had was a hunch, a hunch from that indecent moment with Raf earlier in the morning. She knew that wasn’t enough to prove anything. She remembered a lesson she learned ironically not in law school, but on her first day on the job: A good lawyer always backs up his claim, or her claim, with evidence.

Her hacker noticed her silence, and retook the initiative, “I thought so. No evidence I see. Unlike me,” he spoke, seeming to sound victorious. “Look at your laptop, bitch.”

Monique stared at her laptop. There they were again: that first picture of her tugging a cock, that second picture of her glazed in cum, and the third, showing her heavily pregnant but still being rammed by a cock. These were fakes, yes, but they could still do some damage to her reputation: raunchy jokes at the very least. She remembered how sexist her profession was, that there was a long way to go toward gender equality.

But what Monique saw next shocked her.

A video played, showing a girl fully naked, sitting in a toilet, her legs stretched wide open. Her hands seemed to be holding something stuck inside her vagina.

The audio of moaning, cursing, and buzzing blared in full volume across the room. Maybe it could even be heard outside.

The video then focused on the girl’s face. Her eyes were closed, with a bite on her lips.

Monique quickly recognized what she was watching, “Fuck!” She screamed. It was her sordid one-woman show at the coffee shop toilet.

“But….. but….. but….” She grew cold, knowing this was her fault. She knew her hacker would be able to record her when she set up her phone to allow him to watch. But she was too horny that time to resist. And now, she had given him fuel, actual fuel.

Because of the ghastly sight of her playing with herself, Monique didn’t even notice the cock in her hand finally harden again.

Her hacker noticed that the slender lawyer had gone silent. “I have you where I want you, fucktoy.” He spoke sinisterly.

Still, the slender girl backed down. “I’m sorry,” she spoke softly and sadly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry, boss.”

“Good girl,” he exclaimed, “Now, you know what good girls do, right?”

Monique looked at the rock-hard cock she was grasping, and sighed. “I do.”

“Good girl. Now get some rest. You don’t look so good, my Monique. I’m not heartless.”

The call dropped.

Monique’s nightmare was definitely not over. But she had a consolation for herself. She looked at her phone, and pressed “stop” on the audio recorder. She now had evidence for herself.

If only she could trace definitely whose voice it was.

This was a hard chapter to write, but I didn’t want Monique to just be a passive character. Encouraging comments are welcome.

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional.