When Alexis finally woke, the golden morning light was filtering through the bedroom window, dancing across her face. She took a deep breath, stretching her lithe body beneath the silk sheets. At twenty-four, Alexis possessed a physique that looked as if it had been carved by a master sculptor. Her slender waist, flared hips, and the heavy, supple breasts straining against her silk nightgown could stop the heart of any onlooker. Her face carried an air of innocence, but her eyes harbored a deep, unspoken thirst.
She slowly slid her hands over her nightgown, cupping and kneading her breasts. Her nipples were hard, desperate to poke through the thin fabric. Alexis let out a soft whimper. She knew the world saw her as a breathtakingly beautiful woman, but hidden beneath her jeans and gowns was a secret—a 9-inch, thick, and rigid cock—that set her apart from everyone else. This was the reason she was still a virgin. Girls saw her as a close confidante, and whenever a man reached her bed and discovered the titan between her legs, they fled in either terror or disgust.
She slid her hand lower. Her fingers brushed against the hot, throbbing mass. "Ahhh..." she whispered. She reached for the laptop beside her bed and searched for the 'MILF' category on a popular adult site. On the screen, a curvy woman was entwined with a younger man.
Alexis hiked up her nightgown. Her milky-white, heavy breasts spilled out completely. She began to twist her nipples with her fingers while her other hand gripped and rhythmically stroked her cock. It was now fully erect and hard as iron, veins bulging, with clear pre-cum glistening at the tip.
As the audio from the video peaked, her pace quickened. She closed her eyes, imagining she was inside a woman who didn't care about her dual nature. Her breathing grew ragged, her body slick with sweat. She was on the verge of a climactic release. Her cum was boiling in her stones, ready to erupt, when suddenly...
Ding-Dong... Ding-Dong...
The doorbell shattered the golden moment like a hammer to glass.
"Fuck!" Alexis hissed. She jerked her hand away and pulled her nightgown down. Her cock was still pulsing, straining for space. She took a long breath, trying to force her heart rate down.
The bell rang again.
Alexis stood up, smoothed her messy hair, and walked toward the door. When she opened it, the hallway was empty. Sitting on the floor was a plain brown cardboard box. No name, no return address.
She carefully brought the box inside. When she opened it on the table, she found an old, black 'feature phone' with physical buttons. It looked brand new, as if it had never been touched. There was nothing else in the box.
"What kind of joke is this?" she muttered, picking up the device.
Just then, a sound drifted in from the hallway. Alexis had left her door slightly ajar. She peaked out and her breath caught. Her neighbor, Isabella, was stepping out of her apartment.
Isabella was thirty-eight, but looking at her, one could never guess her age. She was wearing tight yoga pants and a deep-cut top. Her breasts were so massive and uplifted they seemed to overflow from her top. As she turned, her heavy, rounded ass made Alexis's pulse spike. There was a grace to Isabella's walk, but her eyes held a strange void. Alexis knew Isabella was still a virgin—she was keeping herself 'pure' like a temple in memory of her first love, a man who had either died or abandoned her long ago.
Alexis's eyes remained glued to that heavy ass until Isabella disappeared into the elevator. Alexis licked her lips. Her hunger for sex had been reawakened with a vengeance.
Suddenly, the old button phone in her hand vibrated with a harsh, grating sound. Alexis jumped. A message was flashing on the screen.
With trembling hands, she pressed the button to read it:
[Mission 1: The Fortress of Virginity]
"The woman standing before you has kept her pussy under lock and key for 20 years, clinging to the ghost of a dead romance. Isabella's heavy ass and milk-filled breasts aren't just for show. Your task is to desecrate that purity. Seduce her, exploit her loneliness, or play such a mind game that she begs to take your thick cock inside her. Time is short, Alexis. The game has begun."
Alexis's heart hammered against her ribs. She dropped the phone on the table. "Who is this? How do they know about me... about this?"
She looked out the window again. Isabella was heading toward her car in the parking lot. Her yoga pants were so tight over her hips that the crease of her ass was clearly visible. Alexis felt her cock turn to stone once more.
A strange cocktail of fear and excitement raced through her blood. She didn't know who sent the phone, but one thing was clear—it was offering the challenge she had always craved. To take Isabella in her arms, to crush those heavy breasts in her hands, and to drive her neglected cock into that tight, virgin pussy.
Alexis picked up the phone and slid it into her pocket. Her face no longer held its usual innocence; it held the glint of a hunter.
"Fine," she whispered into the empty room. "Let's see just how strong the walls of that fortress really are."
She stripped off her nightgown and stood before the mirror. She looked at her curvaceous body and the heavy secret hanging between her legs. From today, her own frustration and Isabella's illusions were both coming to an end.
The mind game had officially started.