Billionaire by Chance

Too Much

After staring at Adrien's picture for much longer than I should, I move to the master bedroom and lay down on the bed to proceed to talk to him for the rest of the day, as we have been doing lately.

If this were a normal situation and Adrien were talking to me and not that bïtch Tamara, I would send him a picture of myself in this bed, I'm sure Adrien would love the way I look only in my robe.

But he's not talking to me, so I reply, "Good job, Adrien. You're looking good."

"Thanks, Tam. How was your day?" he insists and then, "Send me a pic, I want to see you."

So annoying. Why is he asking for pictures of this girl he doesn't even know in real life and he hasn't even sent me a damn text? It's insulting.

Still, with a grimace on my face, I look through Tamara's photos and send him one of her at a restaurant and we talk about our days for a while. Adrien lies to his beloved Tamara, says he was at the office all day and just got home to workout. I tell him I've been with my friends all day and now I'm on my way home.

Adrien ignores me for quite a while after that and I find myself tossing and turning in bed, waiting for him to answer me again.

It's part of my research, I tell myself, I need to know everything that's going on in this man's head and life every second of the day. It's not like I care or like him or anything like that, I'm literally just doing research.

I've never done this with another victim, but that's because usually my victims have a much simpler life to investigate.

"I hope you got home okay. I'm going to go take a shower, I'm done with my routine," he tells me a couple of seconds later, making my whole body react with excitement.

How will he look now, sweaty and red all over? Adrien has only been training for a week, but I think he's already starting to look better than when I first met him. His face looks fuller. Also, I guess he's starting to eat a lot better now that he's no longer a poor sod and that's helping him too.

So, I can't control myself.

"Show me" I ask, biting a lip and thinking...this is beyond research, Viktoria. Still, I don't care, Derek just asked me to waste my time, didn't he? I think this literally counts as wasting time.

"What do you want me to show you?" he asks, stupid as always. I roll my eyes in annoyance.

"Your body."

"For free?" he asks and makes me laugh, against everything in me. God, he can't even stay serious at a time like this. It's so annoying. "Okay, I'll send you a picture. But I expect one back."

Adrien takes a couple of seconds and when I finally get a picture, I'm excited like a stupid girl talking to her crush.

I'm not. I'm just a grown woman talking to a dead man-to-be.

"Oh, shit." I blurt out loud when I see the picture. It's of Adrien in the mirror of his fancy new bathroom, I can see a large tub behind him. Adrien is shirtless and pulling his athletic shorts down a bit, letting me see his still unmarked abdomen and just a little bit of his p***s. Just a millimeter. And for some reason, my body reacts as if it's the dirtiest picture I've ever seen before.

I have to face it, that man is hot. He's a dumb big dog who can't shut his mouth and is too trusting of the wrong people (me), but that doesn't take away from how attractive he is. God, it seriously pisses me off that he's talking to Tamara right now and he's still not talking to me.

"I just got home...give me a second and I'll send you a picture." I reply and start looking through the folder I made just in case something like this happened.

I wait a bit to make it look like I'm walking to my room and then taking off my clothes, then send him a picture of a random female body I found online. The skin tone is similar to Tamara's and they even have the same size breasts, which in this picture are exposed.

I'm sure Adrien is not going to doubt the veracity of the photo. I don't think he has even a suspicion.

"f**k, I wasn't prepared for all that," he replies in a second and then goes on to write, "I love your body, Tam. And I think you deserve a little more from me."

"I think you're right, show me more."

I wait for a couple of seconds without moving my attention from my cell phone until I get another picture. And this time, Adrien shows me one hundred percent of his manhood. I can tell he just took the picture because out comes his bathroom floor and sink, as if he's standing in front of the mirror still.

My eyes widen in shock. Maybe it's the angle, but he looks huge. Like... porn-star huge. My legs clench, thinking how it would feel inside me.

"It's all because of your picture, do you like it?" continues Adrien and even though it's not my picture at all, his words make me feel something. I lie on my back on the bed and let my free hand start to move down my body, caressing my breasts...much smaller than stupid Tamara's. My hand moves down to my abdomen and then falls between my legs.

I think for a second and realize Adrien isn't going to know it's not the same body if I send him a picture of me touching myself, right? I just need to shoot it with a filter so my skin tone doesn't show.

So that's what I do.

Adrien

I wait for Tamara's response with my erection in my hand. I'm desperate and want to touch myself, but I force myself to wait a little longer. In the meantime, I walk backwards to sit on the edge of the tub and look again at the picture she sent me a few minutes ago. Her big breasts make me salivate. I stroke myself a little while I look at it, until there's a new message.

This is a black and white video. As soon as I press play, I let out a loud sound. God, what is this? It's the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my entire life.

I tighten my grip on my erection and touch myself while watching Tamara's video. When it's over, I play it again. And again.

In the video, Tamara is naked and stroking her small abdomen. Her slender fingers reach down and I can see her start to touch herself. I can only see the movement of her fingers stroking, but for some reason that makes it sexier, the fact that I can't see anything explicit.

This time I can't stop myself, I get out of the messages and make a video call to her. Tamara takes quite a while, but she answers. The light in her room is off, but I can still see the shape of her legs.

"Hi, Adrien. I have to be quiet," she whispers sounding more delicate than I expected, but I can see her hand between her legs still. f**k, I move the camera from my face to my erection again and I can hear Tamara catch her breath, "I live with my sister."

"Oh, right. Sorry, but I wanted to see you live," I answer in a whisper too, even though I live disgustingly alone in this giant house. I can't take my eyes off her legs, even though I can barely see anything, "You don't have to talk if you don't want to be overheard, just let me see you."

"Okay," she answers and pulls the cell phone closer so I can see better, spreading her legs even wider. I can see his center now, "Stroke your head for me, Adrien."

I don't hesitate for a second, I heed her whisper without taking my eyes off my cell phone as if it were a treasure. I move my hand to my head and stroke it with a thumb as he asked, letting out a low moan that makes his fingers move even faster. I make a mental note of what she's doing on her own to repeat when we're finally together.

"I want to touch you," I blurt out, starting to masturbate hard now because I'm close to cumming. Tamara lets out a low, feminine little sound that affects me more than any interaction I've ever had in person, "Are you close, Tam?"

"Yes. I'm close, but I want to see you c*m first," she begs and she doesn't have to repeat herself, I masturbate hard as I watch her hand move and her sweet center I can see when she moves a little to the left. I also for some reason fixate too much on her little belly button and it makes me want to lick a path from it to where her fingers are and make her come on my face.

With that image in my head, I squeeze hard and keep touching myself until I come, making a mess on my bathroom floor. Tamara breathes harder and I can see her legs squeeze together as her own orgasm hits. Her stomach clenches too and I want to ask her to let me see her face, but Tamara says something I can't understand and ends the call.

Holy s**t. That was hot.

I put my cell phone aside and take a few seconds to breathe.