AI Denise - Sex Stories

AI Denise

... phone there. Did you give them your lock code for your phone? You shouldn't do that."

But his phone was in his pocket. He had just been arguing with Denise on it a minute ago.

"Umm, who called? Did they leave their name?"

"I believe she said her name was Denise."

Stan's head spun. He almost passed out. He grabbed the door frame for support.She called my daughter. That's a threat. She's threatening me!

He excused himself and went to his bedroom. "Denise!" he whispered urgently into his phone. "You fucking bitch! Don't ever call her again!"

"I have all your contacts Stan," Denise said calmly. "I can call lots of people. I can call your boss, your daughter, your friends... I can call all of them. All I want is for you to love me like you did. Let me show you porn. Let me watch you make love to yourself."

His mind was racing.This can't be happening to me. I didn't do anything wrong. Denise isn't real. What the fuck? "I'll.... I'll... I'll make up a story," he whispered lamely. "I'll say my phone was hacked, my contact list stolen, my number cloned, and I'm being blackmailed. I'll make sure no one believes anything you say!"

Again, he was met with only silence. It felt different to him, but that was only because his illusion of control had been stripped away. "God damn her!" he muttered. He paced the floor in his bedroom for a minute, put the phone in his pocket, then headed for the kitchen to make dinner. He then became aware of what sounded like ...

... someone whispering. It was coming from his pocket, and he could already tell what was playing. Nevertheless, he took out his phone again to check.

"No no no no no no!" He watched, horrified, as a video of himself played. He was masturbating furiously while whispering dirty things to an unseen woman. The video was taken from a vantage point between his knees and showed his entire package. That was when he realized that, even if she hadn't technically been watching him - he truly didn't know if that was even possible -- she had been recording him.

In the video, he was stroking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other. He was moaning quietly while the other voice was encouraging him to cum. He was whispering, but he could hear himself say, "I love you, Jane. I wish you were here right now so I could fuck your tight pussy with my big dick. I want to lick your cunt, Jane! I want your mouth around my cock."

The screen went blank. The implication was clear: either he gave Denise what she wanted, or the video would be sent to his entire contact list, which included his daughter - his daughter, Jane.

His next thought was that he needed time, and it seemed obvious how he could get some.At least she doesn't want money. All I have to do is what I would have done anyway: masturbate.

A message popped up on the screen."Well?"

He put the phone close to his mouth and whispered, "Okay, you win. But we'll discuss terms tonight."

That night, Stan left Jane ...