Echoes Online

The new woman I started chatting with online was exactly what I needed.

She’s the perfect excuse to forget Charlotte. She knew all the filthy things I craved, but something about her descriptions and the way she wrote “Daddy” felt dangerously close to home.

I was supposed to be working. Instead I kept refreshing the dating app, waiting for her next message.

The way I anticipated her message. Because of how it made my cock twitch every time. She called me Daddy without me even asking. Told me how she wanted to be choked while getting fucked from behind. How she’d let an older man breed her deep and keep every drop.

I matched her energy. Told her I’d pin her down and fill her until she couldn’t walk. Sent a picture of my hand, fingers spread, no face.

She replied with one of her own pictures. Soft curves. A black collar tight around her throat. The angle hid her face but something about the line of her neck made my stomach flip.

I pushed the thought away and kept typing. I didn’t want anything to stop me from my new found distraction.

We went back and forth for hours. Breeding talk. Choking fantasies. Rough dominance. She sent another photo. Just her ass this time, red handprints fading on the skin.

My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. I stroked myself slow under the desk, imagining it was her.

None of that felt like Charlotte, I just hope my new girl would excite me as much as Charlotte did. If I wasn’t married to Stacy, I’d never give up Charlotte for anyone.

Yes she’s young and innocent but she's on fire in bed. She knows how to fuck me right. She gave me everything I wanted but never had with Stacy and she did that willingly. Submissively.

She woke up this part of me that’s been dead.

Maria knocked on the office door later that afternoon. I minimized the chat fast. “Come in.”

She stepped inside, eyes sharp. “Mr. Sebastian. I need to talk to you. About what I saw in the storage room. And what I’m still seeing.”

My stomach dropped. “Maria, I promised. It’s over.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I hope so. For Mrs. Stacy’s sake. She works so hard for this family. Don’t throw it away. I noticed how you and Charlotte have been on your phone these days, chatting and blushing .”

“Maria. I can assure you it’s nothing. We haven’t done anything since the day we made you a promise. Trust me.”

I took a deep breath. I’m trying so hard to keep to my promise but I feel like sacking Maria so I can have my sweet Charlotte all to myself.

She left, after I managed to convince her. I went back to the chat anyway. The girl had sent another message. I want you to fuck me in the kitchen. Bend me over the counter and pound me anyhow you like. I promise to be submissive to you daddy.

My cock jumped. Finally there's a replacement for Charlotte.

I typed back, describing exactly how I’d do it. How I’d choke her while I thrust deep. How I’d make her stay quiet. The chat got hotter. Filthier. I was stroking myself again when Stacy called.

“Hey honey,” she said. “Just checking in. You left the office quite early. You missed the lunch date with The Andersons. It was great. Everyone kept talking about how the company is growing rapidly since I joined.”

I kept my voice normal while my hand moved slower on my cock. “Sorry I forgot. I had a headache, so I left.”

She talked about her endless business ideas. How important it was to keep the family name strong. I barely kept up with the conversation before it ended.

My mind was on my new girl and how possible it is for us to see soon. I’ve had enough sex chats. I needed the real thing. I need to fuck someone.

But I can’t do it with Charlotte. Maria had a close eye on us so I couldn't do anything.

The pull was too strong. I kept typing to keep my mind occupied. I kept feeding my fantasy with our chats.

Then Mark’s call entered. “Hey man, what’s good ? Please check your email, I sent the proposal.”

“Okay I’ll do that.” Before the call ended, I decided to get a second opinion from Mark. “Mark, do you mind? I want to ask you for your opinion on something.”

“Sure, shoot.”

“Is it safe to meet a girl from a dating site?”

“You already met someone ? Man You're fast . Well it’s safe. Just make sure you’re the one picking the hotel or meet up location. And be there earlier.” I knew Mark would tease me.

I ended the call prepared to make my first move. Then she sent one more photo. No face. Just a close-up of her inner thigh. A small bruise. Faded but unmistakable.

It’s the exact spot where I’d gripped Charlotte during our last time in the office. The exact shape of my fingers.

My hand froze on my cock. My heart slammed against my ribs. It couldn’t be. Coincidence. Had to be.

Lots of girls had bruises. But the shape. The placement. The way she wrote about her crazy fantasies, it sounded much like her.

I stared at the photo, pulse racing, wondering how the hell I was going to stop this if it turns out to be her.

The chat kept going. I couldn’t make myself log out.