Joanne is a rich, beautiful, and virginal young woman who is about to get married, but she doesn’t realize that she has ended up attracting a perverted attent.
Note: English is not my first language, so there may be some errors.
Joanne was at the peak of happiness. At 25, she was a beautiful young woman with wavy brown hair that fell to her shoulders, fair skin, and a slender body sculpted by years of gym workouts and self-care. Engaged to Haroldo, a successful and loving man, the wedding was scheduled for a month from now. Joanne was a virgin, guarding her purity like a treasure for her wedding night, dreaming of the moment she would give her body to the man she loved. But everything changed when the messages started arriving.
Her cell phone vibrated in her hand as she arranged her white dress in the closet. ‘I have photos of you that your fiancé would love to see. Naked, masturbating in the shower. Do you want me to send them to him? Or to the whole family?’ Joanne’s heart stopped. She didn’t remember being filmed, but the attached images proved otherwise – her exposed body, fingers between her legs, moaning softly. Panic overwhelmed her. ‘What do you want?’ he replied, his hands trembling.
The orders came swiftly and mercilessly. The anonymous blackmailer – who was actually Charles, Harold’s best friend, a 28-year-old man with a fake smile and corrosive jealousy – had fallen in love with Joanne from day one. Silently rejected, he decided to destroy what he couldn’t have. He installed hidden cameras in her house during a casual visit, hacking the Wi-Fi to capture everything. His plan was simple and cruel: to transform the demure virgin into a whore, fucked by unworthy men, until Harold found out and the marriage crumbled. Charles masturbated just imagining the humiliation of his cuckolded friend and the woman who had rejected him.
The first order came like a punch: ‘Tomorrow, seduce the black garbage collector who picks up the trash from your house. Eddie, the 60-year-old. Make him fuck your virgin pussy. Record everything – I installed cameras in your room.’ “If you don’t obey, the photos will go to everyone.” Joanne cried all night. Eddie was the opposite of everything she stood for: a poor, ugly man with dark, sun-wrinkled skin, a protruding belly from years of cheap beer, yellowed teeth, and a constant smell of rotting garbage. Losing her virginity to him? It was a profanation. But fear consumed her – she couldn’t lose Harold.
The next day, the garbage truck rumbled down the street. Joanne peeked out the window, watching Eddie unload heavy, smelly bags into the compactor. The stench filled the air, mixed with his sweat. He wore the filthy orange uniform, with grease-stained fluorescent gray stripes, a crooked orange cap on his bald head, long black boots covered in mud, and thick black rubber gloves. Joanne swallowed her disgust and went outside, forcing a smile. “Hey, Eddie! Can you come back during your lunch break? I want to offer you a coffee.” He stopped, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his glove, his brown eyes narrowed in surprise. A woman like her, rich and young, talking to him? ‘All right, ma’am. Any complaints about the trash?’ ‘No, just a coffee. At 12 o’clock.’ He nodded, confused but accepting.
At 12 o’clock sharp, the doorbell rang. Eddie was there, still in his dirty uniform, the smell of trash and sweat clinging to him like a second skin. Joanne opened the door, wearing a simple cotton dress that accentuated her curves, but inside she felt dirty just looking at him. ‘Come in, Eddie. Coffee’s ready.’ They sat in the kitchen, she pouring the strong, black cup. Banal conversation: the weather, the neighborhood, his job. ‘It must be hard, carrying all that trash,’ she said, forcing her voice to sound interested. He grunted, drinking his coffee. ‘Yeah, but it pays the bills.’
The seduction came awkwardly. Joanne leaned over the table, letting her cleavage reveal a glimpse of her breasts. “You know, Eddie, I always watch you from the window. You’re so… manly. Doing such hard work, strong as a bull.” He blinked, his cup hanging in mid-air. “Me? Ma’am, you’re kidding. I’m just an old garbage man.” But his eyes drifted down to her cleavage, and she saw the bulge growing in his baggy uniform pants. Inside, Joanne wanted to vomit—seducing this smelly man, lying about finding him attractive? It was pure humiliation. But she continued, touching his grimy arm. “It’s no joke. Come on, let’s go to my room. I want to show you how much I desire you.” He stood up, stunned, following her like a hungry dog.
The room was spacious, with a king-size bed and impeccably white sheets – a stark contrast to the stench Eddie carried. Hidden cameras in the lamp and shelf blinked invisibly, capturing everything for Charles’s pleasure. Joanne closed the door, her heart pounding. Eddie pulled her close, gloved hands gripping her waist. ‘Are you serious, girl?’ He kissed her, his mouth rough and moist, tasting of cigarettes and rancid coffee. She responded, forcing her tongue in, while he tore her dress, exposing her firm breasts and white panties.
Eddie pushed her onto the bed, removing his gloves and unzipping his pants. His cock sprang out – thick, dark, veins throbbing, smelling of sweat and moisture. ‘Suck it, rich bitch. Show me how you want it.’ Joanne knelt, disgusted, but obeyed. She opened her mouth and swallowed the head, her tongue licking the dirty foreskin. He groaned, hands in her hair, pushing deeper. ‘That’s it, swallow it all. Garbage man’s dick in your little princess mouth.’ She sucked, sucking hard, saliva dripping down her chin as he fucked her mouth, balls slapping against her chin. The taste was salty and rancid, but she continued, tears in her eyes from the humiliation.
Satisfied, Eddie threw her onto the bed on her back, ripping off her panties. ‘Now I’m going to fuck that virgin pussy.’ He positioned himself between her legs, his dick rubbing against the wet entrance – a traitor to her body, aroused despite the disgust. Joanne closed her eyes, thinking of Harold, but the thrust came hard. His dick tore her hymen, blood mixing with her honey. ‘Oh, fuck! You’re a virgin? My garbage man’s dick took your virginity?’ He laughed, but then softened, kissing her neck with unexpected gentleness. ‘Calm down, doll. I’m going to treat you well now.’
He started slowly, his dick sliding into her tight pussy, stretching the walls. Joanne bit her lip, pain mixed with forced pleasure, her body betraying her with moans. Eddie sped up, hips slamming, sweaty belly brushing against her breasts. ‘What a delicious pussy, better than my wife’s.’ The words shocked her – was he married? But he didn’t stop, fucking deeper, hands squeezing her hips. ‘You’re mine now, little girlfriend.’ His gentleness humiliated her even more – as if she belonged to him, a lower-class woman, not the fiancée of a rich man.
He came with a grunt, hot jets filling her pussy, his cock throbbing inside. He lay on top of her, crushing weight, his cock softening. ‘Phew, you’re a much better fuck than my old wife. She can’t even take it anymore.’ Joanne stood paralyzed, semen running down her thighs, shocked that she had slept with a married, poor, and ugly man. He rolled onto his side, lying on the bed as if he owned it, his arm around her. ‘You’re special, girl. I’ll be back to fuck you again.’ After a few minutes, he got dressed, his uniform even dirtier now with her sweat and fluids.
Before leaving, he pulled her into a long, wet kiss, his tongue invading her mouth, his hands squeezing her bare buttocks. ‘I’ll be back on the next collection, bitch. And next time, I’ll fuck your ass too. Just imagine, a garbage man’s dick in your tight little ass.’ He laughed, leaving through the front door, leaving her alone and devastated.
Joanne ran to the bathroom, turning on the hot shower. The water washed away the semen, the sweat, the smell of garbage, but not the humiliation. Blood and semen dripped down the drain, a reminder of her virginity lost to an unworthy stranger. Her cell phone vibrated on the sink. A message from the blackmailer: ‘Congratulations, little whore.’ “She lost her virginity to the smelly garbage man. I saw everything on the cameras – what a delight to see you sucking dirty dick and moaning while he fills you up. Keep being nice to Eddie whenever he passes by. Be a good girl, or the photos will go to Harold. Expect further orders. You’ll be fucked by many more men before the wedding.”
Joanne cried underwater, knowing the nightmare was only beginning. Charles, in his apartment, watched the video repeatedly, dick in hand, laughing at the ruin he was orchestrating.
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