Chapter 69: Stacy (R18) (Buy Privilege Please)

Stacy’s room was a chaotic explosion of color. Bright posters of anime girls and popular cosplays covered almost every inch of the walls—some official prints with glossy finishes, some fan-made, and a few of her own photoshoots taped up in the corners where the lighting was aesthetic and glowed perfectly on them.

Figurines crowded the shelves in uneven rows, some still in their boxes, others posed mid-action. A large LED strip ran along the ceiling edge, glowing a soft, constant pink that bathed everything in a warm, slightly dirty haze. Her bed was a mess of pastel blankets and throw pillows, the comforter half-kicked down. The laptop sat open on a pillow in front of her, screen bright in the dim room.

On that screen, the video played.

It was the one from that night with Kyle. Her face was carefully blurred, but everything else was crystal clear—his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, the way he drove into her pussy without holding back, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin, and her own broken, desperate moans. She had only opened the file to check the edit quality and make sure nothing needed another pass. That had been almost an hour ago. She hadn’t closed it since.

"Uhhg...!"

The soft, needy sound slipped out of her before she could bite it back. Stacy lay reclined against the pile of pillows, legs spread wide. Her shorts and panties were shoved down around one ankle, forgotten. In her right hand she held one of her thicker dildos the dark, realistic one she usually reserved for the harder solo videos she posted. She had coated it in lube earlier out of habit, but she was already so wet that the extra slickness almost wasn’t necessary. A thin string of her own discharge connected her pussy to the sheets beneath her.

She pressed the blunt head against her entrance and slowly pushed it in.

*Schliiick—* *ah--*

A shaky, uneven breath left her lungs as the toy stretched her open. She worked it deeper in short thrusts until it was fully seated inside her, the base pressing against her. Then she started moving it in steady strokes while her left hand rubbed tight circles over her clit. Her eyes never left the laptop screen.

On the video, Kyle flipped her onto her stomach and slammed back in without warning. The real Stacy’s hips twitched hard at the sight. She fucked herself faster with the dildo, trying to match the rough rhythm she was watching, wrists flexing with every thrust.

"Fuck... what the hell is wrong with me..." she whispered, voice unsteady and quiet.

She had filmed hundreds of solo videos over the years. She owned an entire drawer stuffed with toys—vibrators of every shape, dildos in different sizes, even a couple of more expensive pieces she rarely touched.

She had gotten off to her own content more times than she could count, sometimes while still editing it. This still felt completely different. Every time she closed her eyes even for a second she could still feel the real weight of Kyle’s body, the living heat of his skin, the way his breath had sounded in her ear when he got rough. The dildo filled her and stretched her, but it didn’t have that same thick, pulsing pressure. It didn’t hold her down. It didn’t groan against her neck. It didn’t talk to her like he had.

"Uhhg—shit... it’s not the same..."

Her free hand slid under her crop top and grabbed one breast hard, fingers pinching and rolling the nipple until it stung in the best way. She angled the toy deeper, searching for that spot he had found so easily with his cock, and still felt like something essential was missing.

"ghh- I need his cock!"

Wetness dripped steadily down onto the pastel sheets around the base of the dildo, darkening the fabric. The lewd, repetitive *schlick-schlick-schlick* of her fucking herself mixed with the audio leaking from the laptop speakers of her own recorded cries layered over the heavy, relentless thrusts that pounded her pussy deep into her cervix.

’Why can’t I stop thinking about it? It was just a paid shoot... just content... nothing more.’

But her body refused to listen. She was dripping, thighs trembling, hips rolling up to meet every thrust of the toy as she chased a feeling it simply couldn’t fully give her. She rubbed her clit faster, pressure increasing, stomach starting to tighten. Soft, frustrated moans kept spilling out of her open mouth.

"Ahh... fuck me... just like that..." she breathed, half talking to the blurred version of herself on the screen, half to the memory of the man who had actually been inside her.

The Stacy on the video was getting railed harder now, completely lost in it, moaning without any restraint. Real Stacy’s eyes fluttered. She was getting close—toes curling against the comforter, breath coming in short hitches—but even as the pleasure built, a sharp edge of frustration stayed underneath it. The toy was good. It always had been. It just wasn’t him.

She was right there, right on the edge—

*Riiing. Riiing.*

Her phone suddenly lit up on the nightstand, vibrating hard against the wooden surface. The sharp, repeated sound of the ringtone cut straight through the haze of pleasure like a cold slap.

Stacy froze completely, the dildo still buried deep inside her, chest heaving. Her fingers were still pressed against her clit. For a second she just stared at the glowing phone, annoyed and breathless.

"Who’s calling right now? I was just getting there--" she muttered, annoyed.

The caller had completely destroyed the moment she had been so fully immersed in. Still, she reached out with her free hand because other one had been pinching her breast.

And she grabbed the phone off the nightstand to check the name. She needed to know if it was important before she ignored it and went straight back to what she had been doing. Gooning to her own video like some desperate fan.

[Kyle (egg plant emoji) is Calling]

"K-Kyle?" Her voice hitched the second she saw the name.

"Why is he calling?"

The quiet question came out almost like a moan as the dildo shifted inside her from the small movement of her body. She didn’t waste time wondering. Her thumb moved on its own and hit the green accept button.

[Kyle: H-Hello, Stacy?]

His voice came through right after she picked up, sounding slightly unsure, with a small break in it.

"Kyle? What’s up?" she asked.

A call from him was maybe exactly what she wanted right now. She had been imagining him fucking her again for a while ever since they had finished recording, if she was honest with herself.

[Kyle: Uh, nothing much. I just called you for something.]

His voice still lacked confidence, like he wasn’t entirely sure he had done the right thing by calling.

"Oh, I see. What’s up? What did you call me for?" she asked, forcing her tone into something nonchalant.

Her voice changed completely even though she was still lying there with a dildo inside her, thighs slick, the video still playing silently on the laptop behind her. She talked like a completely different person calm almost casual while her body continued to squirm faintly around the toy.