The Dildock Virus


laurel reflected on the past few week as her walk from the supermarket drew her finisher to

the flat building where she now lived. It only had been a couple of weeks since her

move to the big city and a world of difference from lifespan with mom and dad to being on her

own. Recently graduated from college as a production bank line specializer, her new job at

wrench industriousness was the freehanded change in all her twenty one yr. She thought how

especially her mom did n't require her moving there with all the crime and depravation of metropolis

life and how she had to assure them she would be fine and even how the neighborhood she

was going to be living in was really practically safer than she believed it was herself. She felt

the weight of her grocery store bags getting grueling with each step. Laurel was a dish by

anyone's standard. Hers was the beauty of the classic little town cutie whose smile could

capture anyone's heart. She had bender where any man would want them and a bosom that could

drive them wild if she ever chose to showcase her cleavage, which she didn't. If she was

ever the shopping center banquet in a Playboy magazine, men would be wondering how they got someone

as wholesome as her to baffle while they closely studied each well thumbed page.

Coming within sight of the five level apartment she now called rest home she gave her head teacher a

shake that gently tossed her long dear brown fuzz about as she again thought of her

computer frustrations back in her whole. She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she

had no link to the Internet just a unchanging filled screen and she promised her mom she 'd be

in stir every day through e-mail to reassure her that all was ok. She called the cyberspace

company, but of track they insisted that there were no faults in their system and the

difficulty really was with her computing machine. She highly doubted that but what was she to do ?

It was fate that at the bit she neared the ingress to the complex, she spotted the

parked van with the big bold advertising on the side."Reggie The Home Computer Specialist !

Most Fixes $ 30 ! Ph:205-771-0236"Taking her reckoner anywhere else for person to look at

it could probably cost 50 one dollar bill or Sir Thomas More, so while it was on her mind she put down her

dish and using her cell speech sound called the number. Prepared to depart a message, she was

mildly startled when Reggie himself picked up after the instant halo and was abrupt and to

the point.
"Reggie here, what can I do for you ?"
"…Oh, hello, I saw your van sitting alfresco my apartment and I 'm having a bit of trouble

with my internet connective. Do you retrieve you might throw some time to film a feel before

you go ?"
"Yeah…Ok"his reply seemed as if it were an incommodiousness,"Just finishing up a job in the

side by side few minutes…your apartment number ?"
"317"Laurel said a little storm at how fast this was all happening but guessing that

was a respectable thing.
"Ok, see you then."and with a click he hung up. laurel waited a few bit making sure

the conversation was over before finally putting her headphone away and picking up her udder for

the paseo upstairs. I'll have to hurry she thought.

Entering her flat she quickly kicked off her shoes and quickly set her food market down

on her board next to her computer desk causing a distich of orange tree and a gang of banana tree

to get onto out such was her haste. I'll get to that by and by she thought and quickly put her

coat away. Barely had she time to turn on the figurer to get it set up before a smash on

her doorway told her he had come over more quickly than she expected. Opening the door she

couldn't help but make a ready judgment of the man. In front of her holding his bag of

gear wheel, Reggie was a medium height ovalbumin Male she figured to be in his late 20's or very

early 30's. He looked like he was losing his vernal appearance sooner than he should

have. His hair was starting to thin, and while not excessively overweight you could see

where he was going over the next few old age. But it was that smiling typeface that caught her

almost. It reminded her of that last misapprehension of a beau she had whom her parents

practically forced upon her. Smug, cocksure, the variety of ex suspensor that thinks they 're God 's

gift to women. Brad was one bad experience she was gladiola was over. He had pulled the wool

over her parents'eyes with his snake oil charm, but they never saw his selfish, degrading

inner core as she had. other boy would have loved to own a chance with her, but for the

longest time even before he wormed his way in, Brad made certain no one else even came close.

He was her only sexual partner and he had not made it pretty. And of course, how could she

ever forget his two cocksucker crony with all their lewd comments towards her. Whenever

she talked to Brad about them, he would only laugh say her to loosen up and accuse her of

being too tenuous skinned. The old memory was gone in a flash as Reggie asked for a minute

clock time to be let in."Oh sure."she said with a nimble grin and stepped back hoping this

wouldn't take long. Unguided, he walked directly over to her figurer desk where he

instantly sat down and took over. Just as chesty as Brad too she thought.

He saw the jump, pulse, static like epitome, did the wonted glance at the cable's length

connections and looked over the modem box. He then opened up a few windows on her estimator

and started typing in DOS commands. It wasn't long before she had no melodic theme what he was doing

and after several minutes he turned to bet her straight in the eyes and almost with an

imperceptible smirk tightening his mouthpiece said"It looks like you got the …Dildock Virus."

and waited for her reaction. How was she to answer ? She said she had never heard of it.

"Oh you do n't want it ! It invades all your programming code, rewriting it, destroying all

your old documents and images on a sub-partechian level, and it'll spreading to other

computing machine on the web. I can save your stuff and nonsense, but I 've got to it now before this thing does

more damage."When Laurel asked how lots it would cost, he coyly said that while it did

take a bit of effort and programming prison term he survived on tidings of oral cavity and she since seemed

nice so he'd try to keep it down to $ 30 and smiled sweetly."It can take a while so if you

want to do some things around the billet it's ok. I have to get some cogwheel out."And on he

went, just assuming the job without her say so.
"That's fine,"she said,"I do have a few things to do."making an apology to get away. She

was n't comfortable with the position, it didn't seem mightily, but what could she do ? And who

could she get that would be as gaudy that would actually come to her ? I guess I have to put

more organized religion in citizenry she thought. This big city lifetime is really beginning to get to me.

About 20 minutes later Reggie came to witness her as she was folding washables. She was

noticeably startled when he spoke and she briefly wondered how long he had stood there

watching her before he said anything.
"I 've installed a limited plan that will fix the virus, it 's incredibly severely to kill and

the software package has a unique way of going about it. By the way, before I finished up I noticed

you don't have a webcam and took the autonomy to put in one. I'm offering them at a especial

price reduction. I got a whole grammatical case of these cam from a store that was going bankrupt. Incredibly

high-tech with audio, I'm letting them go for a steal at XXX bucks. Now she was pissed.

Why would he even thing to install something like that before asking her ? But on back

thought it sounded like excellent note value and she thought how happy her mom would be if she

could see and see her daughter instead of just get email. She was n't exactly outpouring with

extra hard currency and because of Reggie's ballsy attitude she started to say no thanks, but was

interrupted before she even began."William Tell you what ; you pass my epithet on to three friends and

it's yours for $ 10."How could she pass that up ?
"Ok,"she finally agreed.
"fine, forty bucks. Before I go."He said with outstretched palm.

She just barely scraped sufficiency Johnny Cash together from her purse and a scoop or two and gave it

to him the total total. He then directed her to sit down at her information processing system."It's all done

except for what you have to do."He briefly changed the topic and excitedly pointed to

the new space age camera mounted above her monitor."Pretty nifty huh ? Auto tracking, hi

res, low light sensitivity, zoom and pan control and recognition features."unseen by

Laurel a disgusting smirk spread across his side as he said,"You're gon na be intimate it !"

Then he got sober again."This program is going to bear to run off and on over the next

few twenty-four hour period. I do n't give birth time to attempt out all example of the virus as it writes new code.

What you have to do is sit here and observe the screen. You're going to see all sorts of

colors and contour and stuff flash up on the monitor as its working."He leaned closely over

her shoulder, giving her the creeps and almost tried to tattle sexily into her ear the succeeding

few instructions."What you want to do is pay attention and when you see colouration show up

only in the successiveness of spicy, red, greenness, greens and then blue… get across your left computer mouse release

right away or you 'll give to get going the program all over again. Now it can pack some prison term so

be patient and only hit the push button when you get that sequence no others okay ? Reaching

around her, he clicked her black eye on a broadcast he installed and almost immediately her

screen was filled with a flashing, pulsing kaleidoscope of information, traffic pattern and odd random

colors. The speed and saturation took her psyche a moment to conform. She knew she'd have to

focus and so settled in to the job at hand.

He packed up his gear and left. She was already so absorbed in the monitor lizard display ; she

didn't turn her head to say"Thank you."as he stood at the threshold. If she had, she would

have seen him leering at her with hungry eyes and that smug grin."Oh you'll be thanking

me later alright"he thought to himself as he closed the door. He put the $ 40 into his

pocket and headed for the stairs as he muttered"I always like to be paid by women before I

fuck ‘ em up."Reggie began to hum a Song. It was the exotic dancer tune.

It was the curious sensation laurel thought as her center fixated on the electronic computer screenland. She

knew her care was rapt on what she was doing, trying to pay care for just the

right people of colour rule to flash before clicking the mouse, but she kept catching herself being

consciously being pulled away from everything, like those scenes in horror moving picture where the

shot continually zooms out as the camera moves forward. As she continued watching, an

insightful thought came to her that if the human being mind was a computer, than surely this is

what its programming would look like. Every now and then, a crystalline display of Shirley Temple

diamond patterns would spring amidst the storm of mental imagery, burst apart, dancing briefly about

in chaotic symmetry and then merge back into one before disappearing into the frenetic mix.

wink amid the 10000 of look-alike, vividness and pulsing figure, it all seemed a tempt

hypnotic daydream designed to calm, reassure and shade instruct at a very deep level.

And every time the black diamond sequence occurred, it brought on an ever increasing and

heart quickening adrenaline ‘ hurry ’. She could experience herself getting tired from her crusade,

yet very open and excited at the Sami time. Every now and then the pattern of people of color she

was waiting for would start to progress, but before she could trigger the button, they would

vanish into the random pattern of everything else and once Thomas More power her back into paying

attention through what could only line as some deep mind bombilation. And on and on it went.

Without realizing it, she slowly drifted away…

When she finally came around, her thoughts were confused, hazy, muddled as if her psyche

wasn't quite in sync with her body. She finally became aware she was sitting at her

computer and staring at a web page."Thank God !"was her starting time response,"The internet was

back on !"Then she noticed the metre on her computer had just turned 8:00pm and the website

seemed to be some odd case of forum. It must be for the people who were affected by this

dildock virus she tried to rationalize."And how advanced !"as she saw her picture up in a

pocket-size box to the left of the monitor."Not only do you share content but video with each

other."How handy this new television camera will be as she remembered just getting it, or did she

always have it…."
"hullo afters !"someone named Bareback texted her in a small window,"harbour't seen you

here."Laurel smiled back at his friendliness. She hoped others would be as well. Maybe now

she'd get some answers what this virus thing was all about and how to avoid it in the

future.
"low gear time."she typed and as she hit return. She seemed to typewrite her answer alright, but

she had the sense she was doing something she hadn't done in years. Must be this fuzziness.
A message from someone else named Sukme popped up."Wow ! You look hot ! Love to do you !"And

as offensive as that should accept been, Laurel noticed in her video image she was smiling

back at the cheeky comment.
"Nice blouse"yet another typed by the figure of SkankMan,"Isn't it a short warm where you

are, don't you want to open up that top of yours, breathe a little easier ?"
She realized she actually did feel warm and without making the conscious determination, found

she had begun unbuttoning two push button of her blouse and parted it spread with her handwriting.

"What's going on ?"she asked herself in an endeavour to understand her activity. It was

confusing and it was not in force. It was like being drunk, but not having touched a drop.
"More buttons please"was the quick reply from yet another. Before she could give a smart

answer back, another witness typed in. Her heart skipped an involuntary cadence. It was from

somebody named Joseph Black Diamond.
"You want to absent the whole blouse. Don't leave us wondering."Laurel sat there

stupefied before she looked down and realized that's just what she was doing. The cleavage

of her ample Thomas Young breasts came into view, bounding slightly out of her pocket-size bra and she

dropped her top off to the storey beside her. Her facial expression had a most sexy smiling, but inside she

was starting to panic !
Negro diamond seemed to receive read her mind."Relax, it's all harmless fun. Enjoy yourself.

The internet makes everything anon. so you can do what you really want with no

problems."Grasping for reason, she tried to sense in what he said. No one gets hurt and we

all just having fun …doing what we …want ?
Still searching for answers, she looked around the website projection screen for the first prison term and

noticed the site was called www.camnett.com. There were 29 viewers, no shuffling that 30 and it

seemed her web public figure was… ‘ CockSlut'?"No, that can't be me ! I'd never call myself that.

Where's my name ?"She tried to comprehend, but nothing was making sense."This wouldn't

even be a queer joke."
"Show us your mamilla !"someone new, just posted.
"Take off your bra"typed another.
Her obvious delay prompted another message from Black Diamond."You should please these

guy cable ; it's how you get off, isn't it ?"A vocalisation abstruse inside her was screaming at her as if

from a great distance in a flatus storm. The warning sounded dire, she should pay attention,

but nothing could be understood. It was only a sense of frightened care a booster might

have for another in clip of dire trouble.
As her hired man removed her bra, she looked down only to realize her mammilla were standing out

stiff. How embarrassing ! A flurry of excited posts popped up from several horny guys almost

at once. A side glance told her she now had 62 mass checking out her exposed breasts
"holy place Shit ! They're gorgeous !"
"Play with them !"
"wrench your mammilla !"
"Where do you be ?"
"Lick them."

Each subject matter sent a tingling through her trunk that only became heightened as she began

rubbing her breasts. She gently pulled her nipples a couple of prison term, releasing them back

to own her breasts saltation slightly. She tried intentionally to forget about her still

audience in her exploit to avoid the personal embarrassment of being caught in self

pleasure. But when the one known as Black baseball field posted she gave full attention and could

swear her heart fluttered."You're such a steamy exhibitionistic slut !"She should have

been appalled. No one had ever been as rude to her as what she was reading now. But it came

with shocking realization that on some level, she was getting totally turned on. And all

the early looker on this board were right into this hooey and so it made gumption that it was

ok to be into it as well."suction stop on my cam to show you what you really need."A post from

Black adamant came up with a link.
She leaned forward and clicked on a tv camera icon. Was she obeying or just curious ? And if

she tried to justify an answer, would it be the truth ? Another windowpane opened up and showed

a close up of a fat semi erect midst stopcock. Why did her heartbeat quicken ? Why was she so

fascinated ? Black Diamond continued,"Look at it. You love it, you're my little cockslut

and you'd sexual love to taste that fat fuck rod and have it shoved inscrutable up your goose !"
bay wreath could see other subject matter popping into view. Another coup d'oeil showed her that 119

witness were now looking at her, but her eyes repeatedly came back to stare at the pulsing

cock now slowly being stroked by the left hand of Black person Diamond.

"yield off your bloomers !"
"show some snatch please"
Almost as if waiting for favourable reception from lightlessness Diamond she hesitated until he posted."Go

ahead, give ‘ em what they want. You want to, don't you ?"With fleeting alarm she realized

she was losing her self-dignity and with release obedience Laurel removed her gasp, her

modest white twine panties, moved her professorship back to give a better opinion and sat down branch

spread to establish anyone watching her trimness, plump mound. Her privileged spokesperson was still shouting in

panic, but its distance to great. It was so surd to pay it any attention. Open air caressed

across her partially open nether lips and she was mildly surprised to realize that she had

become moist, lubricated and definitely aroused."What the hell is happening to me ?"She

spread her legs even further.
Messages were starting to pop up every former 2nd. viewing audience were starting to act like a

pack of wolves, instinctively sensing prey they could bring down together.
"Ohh ! Savior !"
"Beautiful !"
"Wider"
"Baby, you are so hot !"
"Mmmmm !"
"fingerbreadth yourself"

Three hundred and forty one witness ! Men, adult female, and God knows who else ! They were all

getting off on her au naturel dead body. Never would she consume done such a thing in the past tense. Old men,

pimpled nipper, ugly copper, degenerate !"Who's watching me ?"It didn't matter she realized, it

was the fact they were that was so shake up. Her middle came back to the loaded shot of Negro

ball field's thick cock as her hired hand made its way down to her parted cunt to pleasure herself.

"Why can't I help myself and cease this insanity now ?"She was caught in a involved mass of

muddiness, panic and arousal and always the promise of unbridled pleasure lurking. As she

inserted her eye finger inside herself and pushed it in and out for the entertainment of

all who were watching the only if resolution she could find to all of this was because it just

felt so good. So good…

Her heart came back to the cam of Black rhombus. She knew she was starting to ghost on that

veined thick piece of man meat and couldn't help it. It's girth, its mushroomed head, the

urine pussy that was becoming the centre of her attention. How could she be so into this ?

Never before was she like this, but at that minute, nothing was more important than

watching him tantalize her by slowly pulling on his shaft. Head sticking out, head sticking

back in, head sticking out. It's so good. It's all such harmless ... fun.

A few minutes passed. Over five hundred watcher now ! Her breath was quickening. The

messages now were a stiff current. She was actually grateful she had been so fixated on

Black rhombus cam that she couldn't read them all. Every other post seemed to be a postulation

for her to do something more obscene and she was very afraid she might, and enjoy it. Who

was she anymore ? She was swept in the middle of raging river of emotion with no probability to

swimming to safe shore. The current was too dissolute. But somehow that was the way she wanted it.
"Turn around"
"Oh my God !"
"What a strumpet !"
"Show your ass."
"jet baby !"
"Suck your tits"
"Ass please"

Black Diamond made a request and she immediately obeyed."Turn around for a arcminute and

ranch you ass impertinence for us."
She got up and turning around, kneeled on the chair and parted her ass cheek panoptic as if

for some outlandish medical inspection. Her rosebud, so private, so intimate, was exposed for

everyone to study. When she glanced back over her shoulder at the Monitor she realized the

camera had zoomed in incredibly tight. Nothing was left to the imaging. As the image

slowly pulled out showing her kitty she realized in disheartenment she was practically dripping

succus as turned on as she was being such an exhibitionistic naughty female child. Maybe she really

was a strumpet. Was it then she gave in ? Her lesson articulation went silent and the rage of the

moment was the only thing to live for. There was no fourth dimension to think of consequences, only

pleasure in the now. She now had an intense need for anyone or anything to come in her,

imbue her, progress to know no shag her. She wasn't the only one who knew what she so

obscenely craved.
She turned around and sat back down to scan the comment on the screen. She wanted to know

that she was turning them all on, what they wanted her to do and what they wanted to do to

her.

In the sea of schoolbook, a subject matter from Black Diamond jumped out to be read. It was blunt,

direct and immediately sounded like a corking estimation."Go fuck yourself with a banana."
Her eyes went to the fruit she purchased just earlier that day. She looked at the bunch of

business firm bananas lying on the table. How did he bed ? She felt so horny anything inside her

would be wonderful. She broke off the handsome and leaned back in her death chair for the adjacent

tone in her debasement. The voice of inner warning had been gone for some time, sweep up away

in the whirlwind of new found passions and emotional servitude. She looked at her look-alike

smiling sexily at the television camera as she first ran the banana around her damp lips ; getting it

lubricated before increasingly thick thrusts drove it home. Her thickheaded cream started to

coat the glistening fruit and chassis at the entrance to her pussy as she repeatedly pushed

it in for another violation on any remaining modesty she had possibly possessed.

Her watchers were reduced to animate being, howling, jeering, amazed at the spectacle they were

witnessing. She stopped her thrusting for a import to give everyone a cleared opinion of the

remaining quarter of fruit peering out, her slick vaginal sassing hugging it tightly as she

tapped it firmly with her finger's breadth to show how constitute it was inside. This meter she welcomed

the ending up. She wanted to be the star. Without her even controlling it, small window

after windowpane after window started filling up her computer screen door with masturbating cock

after cock stoking to her flasher appearance. She was being called a slut, a whore, a horny

bitch and she was truly getting off on it. Hundreds of men, wanting her, wishing they were

there fucking her, wanting to maul her bosom, thrust their spit in her mouth, grab her

hips or tear her hair like the reigns of horse as they drove themselves as rich as they

could into her. She could imagine herself pushing back, feeling so nasty and used. As each

viewer shot his freight, seed spraying, another cam of some fat bellied man or skinny nude

youthfulness would pop up in its place to lead his spell as her virtual lover. Her breath came in

shallow gasp as she waited for all their seed. She wanted to be bred by any one of those

stiff, stoking erection she saw up on the cover. But it was Shirley Temple Diamond's she wanted

most. She could actually feel his mushroomed forefront splitting her backtalk, his spear stretching

her as it pushed inside, and like a hot steel bar relentlessly drive deeper and deeply, no

mercy asked for, no mercifulness given. She felt every ridge, every pulsing vena. She was the

animal in heat, waiting for the second she would receive his seed, to fill out the act, the

only reason for being.

eight-spot hundred and twenty two viewers ! With each new witness she was getting Sir Thomas More and more than

turned on. Lauren didn't know how much more she could support. She imagined herself in some

dim old, seedy theater business firm performing sex Acts of the Apostles on a stained mattress casually thrown on

the floor, completely surrounded by wrangle upon words of nude men. It didn't matter who, how

old or what they looked like, just that they all were all going to get their tour in using

her. She was fucking the banana as fast as she could now. The camera panned and zoomed in

and out all over her entire body from her glass grunting face to her bouncing titties with

their corpse nipples down to her vagina slick with discharge around her rim as the dildo of

option repeated its pounding rhythm.
She looked back at the cam of blackamoor baseball diamond hoping he was as aroused as she, and gave an

exquisite shudder to see his manic stroking. Laurel so wanted for them to get off

together, to be one. No longer was there any vocalisation of ohmic resistance calling her dorsum to who

she once was. Her eyes closed, she was in the moment. She wasn't just surrendering to her

new self, she was embracing it. All the guilt, shame and pressures of company were gone in

this liberation of cardinal pauperization and rapture. She exulted in the cognition there were now

over one thousand men watching her, participating in her passion, wanting to ravage her,

bury themselves inside her and pump their source deep into her fertile womb.

Her eyes opened up to see freight after load of jism spray like a river from the turncock of blackness

Diamond. She began with a low moan that quickly rose to a heights shrill. Laurel was

experiencing her initiative sexual climax ever, consuming her entire body. With three final examination rapid

thrusts of the banana shoving deeply inside her than she would have ever dared, her torso

jerked convulsively like a puppet on strings and quickly she pulled it out, spraying juice

in all directions. At first she thought she was peeing from her afford gash. Never had she

felt anything so intense and never had she felt such raw unbridled lust.
And then as quickly as it peaked, it was over. Viewer on over eleven hundred net

silver screen around the human race watched this nude, daze 20 one yr old, glistening with

sweat, her boob heaving in rapid breathing time, finally touch back on the basis. The eternal

flow of twit, request and rude compliments had stopped so in awe were they of what

they just witnessed. My God ! None had ever seen something that acute before. So

incredibly hot. So make out sexy !

And then began again the swell of appreciation.
"Oh my God !"
"Never seen anything like that !"
"What a slut ! Did you guys see that ? ! sanctum red cent darling !"
"You made me explode big time child ! Wan na figure out it up ?"
"You've got Mail !"
"Read mine first !"
And on it went until without her typing one part on her keyboard, mysteriously a

message appeared from her to all her new found buff."That's it for tonight boys, see you

same metre tomorrow for another show ! Your favorite picayune CockSlut !"
"Same time tomorrow ?"she moaned as it sunk in."…another show ?"

That minor voice was back, trying to tell her something, warn her, screaming at her. But

her search for understanding was cut short when her screen went black. Then blue. And then

once more began to run a design of random colors, patterns and symbolic representation she recognized as

the political platform it was so important for her to pay attention to. As she settled into its

mindset, she started to feel relaxed yet excited, comforted yet adventuresome and certain if

she looked deeper into that void everything would be answered in clip. Everything would be

wonderful. If only she knew what the head were. But for now she had to pay attention…

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