Sticking my hands in between the couch cushions, I looked for my phone. Then I remembered waking up in the middle of the night for a late night snack. My phone was probably in the kitchen, so I hurried downstairs.
The current Picto-famous girl was drop dead gorgeous. I’d dated supermodels and actresses before so I was well accustomed to seeing pretty faces on an everyday basis, but this girl?
I couldn’t put my finger on one particular thing that made me drawn to her. She was more than just pretty. She was fucking sexy with this coy but fierce expression on her face. Her eyes seemed to say: Fuck you and fuck me at the same time.
In just a plain black bra, she was curvy in all the right ways I loved. It was honestly tiresome fucking rail thin girls. Nothing jiggled and shook in the sexy ways that turned me on. But a girl with hills and valleys? I’d take a female with a nice round ass that bounced when I fucked her over a skinny no ass girl any day.
And shit, those lips. She had these full beautiful kissable looking lips. Those were the kind of lips I’d want wrapped around my cock.
The photo turned me on. My dick grew hard just looking at the girl even though she wasn’t even fully naked. Grabbing lube from my bedside table, I squirted a huge dollop right on my hard dick. In bed, I closed my eyes and imagined what her big tits looked like without her bra on and imagined her plump nipples hardening in my mouth as I sucked them.
Looking at my phone screen again and staring at her face, I stroked my stiff cock with a tight fist. Her full sensual lips were irresistible. I thought about sticking my heavy dick into her open mouth. I imagined her moaning while slipping the head of my cock through those voluptuous lips. Coming hard into a Kleenex, images of her swarmed in my head. Sleep took over my satisfied body right after.
And after who knows how long, I was jolted awake.
Scrambling into the kitchen, I saw my phone on the kitchen table. There were a number of missed calls and text messages. Ignoring them all, I opened up Pictogram. I had to see that girl’s photo again. My dick was already getting hard.
Instead of the usual trending Pictogram feed, I saw naked photos of me having sex with dozens of women in orgies. My heart rocketed in my chest as I scrolled down. There were hundreds of photos. What the fuck was going on?
It’s not that it wasn’t me.
Because that was me, all right, with the heavily muscled chest, sculpted abs, and powerful thighs. Girls were screaming all over the place, creaming and drooling. And you know why?
Because of my cock. The heavy shaft was massive and thick, totally visible in each and every picture. Females had their eyes squeezed shut, face buried in the pillows trying to handle that length. Other girls with their cheeks bulging like chipmunks, barely able to breathe trying to swallow me whole.
Oh yeah, my past sex life was out for the world to see now.
Fuck.
Anger boiled in my veins. Someone had hacked into Pictogram. This was obviously a privacy breach. It couldn’t be that hacker kid, could it? I checked my email. And sure enough, Anonimo had sent me another email.
Mr. Wainwright,
I hope you enjoyed the latest trending photos on your precious Pictogram. I know I did.
It would be in your favor to change your company’s privacy policies. Selling your users’ images for a quick buck is dirty. Just like all your photographs.
Don’t feel like heeding this warning?
Then there will be more to come.
Stay tuned.
-Anonimo
My teeth clenched as I read the email over three more times. Who the fuck did this hacker think he was?
Opening the missed text messages, my blood pressure shot up from rage. This Anonimo asshole had texted me. He somehow got my private cell phone number. WTF?
You are a dirty CEO. Clean up your act. Or else…
Just then, my phone dinged with another incoming email. Immediately, I checked it only to find another message from Anonimo.
Theo, Theo, Theo:
I told you to listen. This is what happens when you don’t listen.
A GIF of me with devil horns spun around on my screen and then exploded into a shower of gold coins.