Catfishing: The phenomenon of internet predators that fabricate online identities and entire social circles to trick people into emotional/romantic relationships. Possible motivations: revenge, loneliness, curiosity, boredom.
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This story may contain peanuts, so if you're allergic to forced, non-consent, anal, oral, ass to mouth, girl on girl, submission, domination, blackmail, bi-sex, or sex in general, please do not go any further.
Rather than break this story into chapters, I submitted it as a single long story. Enjoy!
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Jasper
Jasper Jensen, absolutely, passionately hated women who were "size queens." Ordinary men with a four-inch cock shouldn't have to put up with the laughter and ridicule from these ignorant women. He decided to do something about the embarrassment he, and others like him received. He would make those bitches pay for their insults and taunting!
The simple plan utilized setting up fake profiles on numerous dating sites using someone else's photo and details. Thanks to the handsome photo he posted, Jasper's catfishing brought interest from many women. Over the past two years, he found it surprisingly easy to con lonely women. Married, single, fat, skinny, tall, short; they all had one thing in common; they wanted a man with a big cock. His routine involved an abuse of confidence, giving him access to desperate women. The chase was fun, but the ironic pleasure was in the smoke and mirrors when each woman would beg him to fuck their holes with his four and a half inch cock. His deception made a fool out of each woman.
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Rose
Rose floated on air as she walked into the coffee shop. At last, she would be meeting "Oscar," her internet boyfriend. She knew all about him from the many hours shared on the computer and phone. He was very open with his thoughts and feelings. During one of their "sex" conversations, she timidly asked about his cock; when he emailed her a picture of his ten-inch dick, it took her breath away. Every day she would look at "that" photo, picturing it in her pussy. It rolled continuously in her mind. He asked for a nude photo, and she reciprocated with sexy photos of herself in a bikini, that was as far as she was willing to go. The thought of Oscar seeing her naked for the first time, made her heart race. She even shaved her pussy as he asked. After five years of marriage, this would be the first time she cheated on her husband. They married right out of school, and her husband was the only man she knew intimately. She loved her husband, she did, but the thought of experiencing a cock bigger than her husband made her pussy wet. Her girlfriend, Sylvia, kept telling her size matters; today, she would find out if it was true.
Jasper recognized Rose as soon as she walked into the coffee shop. She wasn't the most attractive catfish he had fucked, but she had an innocent charm about her. Her nice size tits were bigger than an orange but less than a cantaloupe. Today her brown hair was pulled back into a pony-tail, accenting high cheekbones and blue eyes. The short flowery dress hugged her curves, and he couldn't wait to get her out of it. From her bikini pictures, he knew what was hiding under the dress, and he couldn't wait to fuck her. He didn't care she was about to cheat on her husband, any woman who dreamed of a ten-inch dick in her cunt was scum in his mind.
She kept searching the room for "Oscar," frowning when she couldn't find him, constantly checking the time on her phone, unsure of what to do next. After bouncing from foot to foot for several minutes, she decided to order something to drink.
The room was large and noisy, so he didn't hear what type of drink she decided on. Only when the barista called out her name and "Dirty Chai" did he know her favorite drink. Rose picked up her glass cup and sat at a table far away from him, continually searching for "Oscar." It was time to see how desperate she was to fuck a ten-inch cock and whether he could add another catfish notch to his belt.
Jasper lost many potential fucks in the past because he pushed too fast or hard. He found each woman had a different "button" to push, and from their communications, he knew what would work on Rose. He saw she came alone, like he asked, glad Sylvia didn't come as well. Rising, he went outside to call her on his phone.
Rose visibly jumped when her phone vibrated on the table. There was no number displayed, but instinctively she knew it was Oscar. He said he liked his privacy so she could only receive calls from him.
"Hello," she answered with guilt written all over her face.
"Rose, it's Oscar. Are you at the coffee shop?" Jasper said in a fake British accent.
"Yes, I'm waiting for you."
"Is Sylvia still the only one who knows we're meeting?" Rose disclosed Sylvia was her closest friend and the one who encouraged her to experience a "real" cock. "Is she with you?"
"Yes, no!" Rose said in confusion. "Yes, she is the only one who knows," Rose whispered, hoping the people around her were not listening in. "She's working today, but said to say hi to you." She didn't add that Sylvia wanted to fuck his big cock too.
Jasper knew peer pressure was Rose's weak spot. She needed to prove to Sylvia that she could do this. "I've been thinking, and I don't think you realize how special my cock is."
The silence on the phone dragged on as Jasper waited for Rose to make the first move. If she capitulated now, then he had her.
Her heart rate accelerated at the thought of being rejected by Oscar. It didn't help; she was self-conscious of her plain looks, and small breasts. It made her feel less than desirable, even if her husband insisted she was beautiful.
"I do!" Rose blurted out, embarrassed that her voice had risen. "It's all I dream of," she whispered in a softer voice.
Bingo! He had her. "I don't believe you; I need you to prove to me you are worthy."
The red tinge in Rose's cheeks deepened from the embarrassing phone conversation. All she could think of was Sylvia, and how disappointed she would be in her if today didn't happen. "How can I prove it to you?"
"I want you to fuck my friend first. If he says, you're a good fuck; then my ten-inch cock will be in all your holes."
Silence returned to the phones.
Rose was dumbstruck at Oscar's suggestion. No, it was a command. Absently she wondered if his friend had a large cock too, then shook her head in disgust. It was bad enough she was going to cheat on her husband, but now the first time was going to be with a stranger. She knew Sylvia would do it. She bragged about all the guys she fucked behind her husband's back. It was Sylvia who planted the seed in her mind to fuck a guy with a big cock. Now that dream was about to collapse.
Jasper knew it was best to remain silent while Rose ran through the scenario. If she accepted, then she was his to fuck. If she refused, he would bring Sylvia into the conversation. He knew Rose was influenced heavily by her girlfriend.
"So, will you be in the room when your friend has sex with me?" Rose whispered into the phone. She didn't want to agree to his demands, but if that were the only way Oscar would fuck her, then she would consider it. Sylvia would probably tell her she was lucky to get fucked by two men on the same day. Wickedly she thought of both men fucking her at the same time. Sylvia had experienced that, then again, she had done many unbelievable things. Sylvia was a slut, and if she weren't careful, she would turn into one too.
"Does that mean you agree?" Jasper asked eagerly.
"Yes, I agree, if that's what it takes to have sex with you," Rose whispered into the phone, hoping no one around her was listening in on the conversation.
"Excellent!" Jasper exclaimed as he did a fist pump. "After my friend finishes, I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm going to fuck you. You want to be fucked by a huge cock, right?"
"Oh, god, yes!"
"You won't regret this," Jasper lied. "Now go outside; my friend is waiting for you."
"Now? Right now?" Rose panicked, this was happening too fast.
"You don't want to disappoint Sylvia or me, do you?"
Oscar was right; she didn't want to disappoint either of them. "Okay, but when will I see you?"
"Don't worry; I'll know where you'll be." Jasper hung up. Now, it was all up to Rose and her desires.
Rose looked at her, barely touched latte on the table. Her thoughts were rambling through her mind. Infidelity was a big one, but she was strangely excited too. Oscar was so handsome; he looked like one of those models you see in magazines. When he first contacted her on the connection website, she didn't imagine he would be interested in her for a second. Even Sylvia was surprised when she showed her Oscar's picture. It was only with Sylvia's encouragement that she agreed to have sex with Oscar and experience a big cock. If she had to have sex with his friend first to make it happen, it would be worth it.
As soon as the door opened and Rose stepped out, Jasper let out a small sigh. He waved her over and smiled as friendly as he could. She smiled back and walked towards him, unable to maintain eye contact.
"Hi, I'm Jasper," he said, extending his hand out.
"Hi, I'm Rose." Oscar's friend was cute, not handsome, but at least he didn't look like a murderer. He was taller than her, maybe five-ten at the most, he had a tight polo shirt on, and she could see his muscles underneath. His scraggy blonde hair was longish but in style. His whiskers gave him a rough look, but overall, he dressed nice. He wasn't the kind of guy she would notice or look at twice. She guessed he was around thirty-five, maybe ten years older than her.
Jasper held onto Rose's hand. "Well, this is kind of awkward." He wanted to express to her that he was suffering from the same embarrassment. "Oscar put me up to this."
Rose relaxed a bit; it seemed like Jasper was a pawn too. "Have you done this for Oscar before?" She couldn't bring herself to say what this stranger was going to do to her.
"Never!" Jasper lied. "I can't believe I agreed to have sex with you!"
"Me too!" Rose laughed in relief. Jasper's face was as red as she knew hers was. She stood there self-consciously, holding his hand as his thumb rubbed her palm. He has nice eyes, she thought, kind eyes. "So, how do we do this?"
Jasper wanted to shout out, but he kept playing the shy role. "Oscar said to take you to the hotel over on Broadway. He said you would pay for the room, and he would pay you back." He watched Rose's face to see her reaction when she didn't object; he squeezed her hand. "Will you promise not to tell anyone about this?"
