True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 29 – Our Stalkiversary

Thursday – April 4, 2024

Ash

The next two weeks were pure sex. Or at least…as much sex as I could handle. Tanner was freaking HUGE.

And he was insatiable. Tanner had 300 years of pent-up sexual energy, and I was the proud beneficiary.

It was a good thing that Frost had fired me from BIMG, because after riding Tanner’s humungous cock I wouldn’t have been able to walk to the office anyway.

I pulled the fuzzy blanket up a little higher to make sure we were properly burritoed. Then I grabbed the remote. “So what are we gonna binge watch tonight?”

Tanner put his arm behind his head to get a better view of me. “I actually thought we could do something else…”

I laughed. “Tanner, we literally just finished having sex. I need a minute or I’m never going to be able to walk again.”

He smiled. “Well it’s a good thing I had another plan for this evening.” He snapped his fingers.

My face fell onto the couch because his chest was no longer there to support my head. And Tanner was suddenly standing in front of me in one of his signature colorful tuxedos. This one was crimson with black polka dots .

Which was odd. Because I was sure he’d worn it before. And Tanner never wore the same tuxedo twice. Had he given up on life now that we were happily together?

Wait! No! It wasn’t just any of his tuxedos. It was the one he’d been wearing exactly one year ago when I’d caught him looking for me on my bench. Later that night, he’d delivered my invitation to the Society. And the rest was history.

I couldn’t believe he remembered our stalkiversary! He even made sure to ditch his soccer alter-ego mustache and headband. He looked exactly the same as he had one year ago. The sides of his head were shaved, with the top kept long and pulled into a man bun. He looked confident and sexy. I was so glad I hadn’t reported him to the cops a year ago for being a dirty stalker.

I squealed. “Oh my God! Are we doing something special for our stalkiversary?”

“Yes, I thought it was important to celebrate the day I caught you stalking me through those binoculars.”

“You mean the day I caught you scowling because I wasn’t on my usual bench? You were such a crazy stalker. I still can’t believe you didn’t end up being a serial killer.”

He laughed. “Who’s to say I’m not?” He gave me a look like he was about to devour every inch of me. In a sexy way. Not in a chop me up into little bits way.

“Total psycho,” I said .

“Baby, you were definitely stalking me . In your example you even said your usual bench . Which implies you were there all the time stalking me.”

“I had a bench I liked to sit at that a creepy stalker happened to watch me on.”

He laughed. “Creepy, huh?” He pulled something out of this jacket pocket. “Well, if you thought getting the Society invitation was creepy, I’m not sure you’re going to like this stalkiversary surprise.”

“Oh a surprise?! Give it to me.” I put my hand out.

He laughed and handed me an envelope just like the one I’d gotten a year ago. It was black with a gold wax seal.

“Are you inviting me to another sex club?” I asked.

“Just open it.”

I broke the seal and pulled out a rich piece of parchment:

Ash, Congratulations on finding love! You and your true love are invited to a celebration of love this evening at 8 pm.

-The Society

“8 pm! Ah! I need to get ready!”

Tanner snapped his fingers and morphed my black leggings and tank top into a super sexy little black dress. The fabric was sparkly. And it was short, but it had a long sheer skirt that made it look super classy.

Then he snapped his fingers again. But instead of being at the Society…we were in the middle of a forest.

Oh no! The serial killer woods! I’d spoken too soon and jinxed everything .

But then I saw Nigel in his little butler uniform leaning against a Rolls Royce limo on the side of the road. Nigel opened the door for me. “Mistress Ash.”

I smiled. “Thanks, Nigel.” I climbed in and Tanner climbed in after me.

“What are we doing all the way out here?” I asked.

“We’re going to a new building we just finished,” said Tanner. “For extra special events. And it would have been suspicious if we didn’t arrive like everyone else.”

“Oh thank God. For a second I thought you were about to eat me.”

Tanner checked his watch. “Well…I guess we have time for that.” He grabbed my thighs and pushed the sheer part of my skirt away. His head disappeared beneath the rest of the skirt.

“Tanner,” I moaned as soon as his tongue traced my wetness.

He knew just what to do to make me desperate for him.

“Please fuck me,” I said and pushed on his shoulders.

But then the limo came to a stop.

Damn it! I looked out the window as Tanner smoothed my skirt back into place. We were outside of a castle made of black marble and tons of glass. The Society logo was being projected onto the facade above the giant glass doors. And a red carpet went from the front steps all the way through the manicured gardens out front. There were globe lights strung up across the hedges. The lights were beautiful, but they weren’t really necessary, because the carpet was so lit up by all the photographers snapping pictures of people posing on the red carpet.

Everyone was dressed to the nines in tuxedos and slutty little dresses.

Tanner helped me out of the limo.

Photographers immediately started snapping pictures of us.

It felt like I was at a Hollywood red carpet event. Except…not quite. Because the blonde chick in front of us had just dropped to her knees and started blowing the guy interviewing her. Her date shook his head and walked away.

Photographers rushed over to take pictures as she pulled back and took a cumshot all over her face.

Ah! It’s Chastity!

Chastity ran over to us. “Hey guys! Happy stalkiversary!” She licked some cum off her finger. “Yum. You wanna try some?” She swiped her finger across her cheek and held it out for me.

I shook my head. “No thanks. My days of cookie tasting are behind me.”

“Suit yourself. Which reporter are you gonna blow?”

“Um…none?”

“You sure? I feel like blowing a reporter right in front of your date makes one hell of a last-minute entry into the hotwife gif contest.”

Tanner cleared his throat. “I think Ash has plenty of entries already.”

“That’s true,” said Chastity. “Actually, please don’t blow a reporter. I really want to win an Onyxie tonight! The less competition, the better. ”

“Onyxie? Tonight?” I hadn’t realized that was happening tonight.

Chastity pointed to the black media backdrop behind us. It was checkered with the Society logo and pictures of a huge penis trophy with “Onyxies 2024” scrawled below it.

“Oh God. Am I about to have to sit in a room full of people while gifs of me being a whore play on a giant screen?”

Tanner shook his head. “The girls on the Onyxies nominating committee are a bunch of caddy bitches. And since you’re not part of their clique, I doubt they chose any of you.

Fingers crossed he was right about that. But I was in an awful lot of entries...

A photographer started snapping pictures of us again.

Tanner pulled me into a kiss.

I really hoped I could get a copy of that picture.

***

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and took another bite of my steak.

Fiona and Edgar – the mismatched couple of the smoking hot brunette model and the nerdy looking dude that Chastity and I had assumed would be a horrible match – were finishing up their acceptance speech for “True Love of the Year.” Which Tanner and I should have totally won. But we were ineligible since we weren’t married. Yet. Speaking of which...was he going to propose soon ?

“So then she moved her rook to f3 and checkmated my heart,” said Edgar. He stepped back from the mic and looked over at Fiona.

Fucking finally.

He’d just given the world’s longest speech using a 138-move game of chess as a metaphor for their love story. When he’d first started, I’d hoped it would go on forever so that they wouldn’t get to the hotwife gif category. Or “my category,” as Chastity had affectionately been calling it. But by the time he’d gotten to move 100, I just wanted the torture to be over.

Edgar turned to Fiona and said something in a strange language.

She said something back in the same language and then they kissed and walked offstage, each holding a big black dick trophy.

“Huh,” I said. “Maybe they are perfect for each other.”

“Told you,” said Tanner.

Chastity poked me with one of the many Onyxies she’d won. “It’s time for your category!”

I swatted the big black dick trophy away. “No! Don’t call it that!”

Ocelot walked up to the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen! It’s time for the award we’ve all been waiting for. Without further ado, it is my pleasure to present the nominees for Best Hotwife Gif.”

A woman’s voice over the loudspeaker announced the first entry: “Ash Cooper in Cumshot Mugshot, submitted by Diablo.”

A gif montage of my mugshots that Diablo had taken after I’d fucked Orlando lit up the big screen. Cum was dripping from my chin. And I was holding a placard saying my crime was “Cheating with big black cock.” The caption read: “Your girl got arrested, but she said the cop was nice and let her off with a warning.”

I let out a sigh of relief. If the bitches on the nominations committee were going to include one of my hotwife gifs, this one was the least bad option. I mean, sure, I had a ton of cum dripping down my chin. But I wasn’t actively sucking a dick or anything. My tits were even covered by the placard. By Society standards, it was quite modest.

And if people read my crime, they’d realize I wasn’t a ginger supremacist. So it was a double win for me.

“Yeah right,” scoffed someone at the table behind us. “That's definitely ginger cum on her.”

“Right?” said another. “Does she really think we’re gonna believe that placard?”

Gah!

Oh well. Once another gif played, I was sure they’d start gossiping about the girl in it and forget all about my alleged ginger supremacy.

The announcer’s voice came back: “Ash Cooper in First One Here, submitted by Sergeant Red.”

What? Damn it!

The gif switched to another one of me. It was a screengrab of when I’d sent Tanner the pic of me standing in Tanner’s Society apartment completely naked in tall black boots and braided pigtails with the caption: “First one here gets to fuck me.” Then my follow-up message of “Oops, didn’t mean to send that to you,” appeared .

Welp…so much for not showing everyone here a picture of my tits. But…it still wasn’t that bad. There were no cocks anywhere in the gif. Today was my lucky day.

But then the gif kept going and there was footage of me sucking the girthy cock of the soldier who had been the first to arrive at the apartment. My hand barely fit around his thick shaft as he grabbed my pigtails and made me gag.

Shit.

“See? Definitely a ginger supremacist,” whispered the asshole at the table behind me.

I looked back at the gif. The soldier had indeed been a ginger. But that was just a coincidence. I would have fucked whoever. In fact, the second guy to arrive had been black and I’d let him join even though he was late. But noooo…Sergeant Red hadn’t included that.

“Ash Cooper on a Business Trip, submitted by Chastity Morgan,” said the announcer. The gif changed. It started with the footage I’d sent to Tanner of me laughing at a fancy hotel bar.

The caption read: “Your girl is enjoying meeting new friends on her business trip.” The image shifted to me in the same jewelry and hairstyle, but minus my dress, bent over on a hotel bed getting absolutely plowed. By a black guy.

Score!

I glanced back at the assholes behind me.

“Huh,” said one of them. “I stand corrected. Maybe she isn’t a ginger supremacist.”

Damn right. Look at that big black cock !

“I still can’t believe those texts were real,” said Tanner. “I really thought you were just messing around.”

“I was doing everything I could to get you free!”

The announcer’s voice came back on as the gif changed to the next entry. “Ash Cooper in Handy Housewife, submitted by Rusty the Plumber.”

There was the naked selfie that I had accidentally sent to the plumber with the shower in the background. Then it switched to the footage I’d taken of me answering the bathroom door when Tanner had knocked. The plumber, with his green coveralls around his ankles, came up behind me and started fucking me while I talked to him. Then I hid behind the glass and pressed my tits against it as he came all over the glass. The caption read: “The plumber was booked for the next month. But your girlfriend showed him the problem and he was there in an hour.”

Tanner leaned over. “Wait, you were serious about him cumming on the glass? I thought for sure you’d at least made that part up.”

“I was trying to be good! Also, why are all of these of me?! I thought you said the nomination committee was only gonna pick gifs of their clique.”

Tanner shrugged. “I guess the nomination committee has good taste after all.”

I glanced down at the tent forming in his pants. At least he was enjoying this.

“Ash Cooper in Ultimate Cheerleader, submitted by Zico and Teammates,” said the announcer.

Oh fuck .

The screen lit up with the gif Nigel had put together of me getting fucked by each one of Tanner’s teammates at the pool party. The caption read: “Guess how many of your teammates your girl has fucked?” And then a number in the corner counted up from 1 to 10 as the gif showed me with each guy.

I glanced over at Tanner. “I’m so sorry…”

“I’ll punish you later.” He winked at me.

Oh thank God. He didn’t seem that mad. I did not want to relive Thanksgiving again. I let out a huge sigh. I’d been second most worried about that gif. The only thing that would have been worse was if they showed the one of me blowing Dr. Lyons in his Officer Ironside uniform on the side of the road. Since my sister was now dating him…

But somehow they hadn’t chosen that one.

I looked back at Ocelot for him to announce which gif I’d won with. Since there was literally no other competition.

But instead the announcer called out another: “Ash Cooper in Speeding Ticket, submitted by Cole Adams.”

Ah! No! Why?!

I was kneeling on the side of the road while Officer Ironside covered me in cum. The caption read: “Your girl loves when you speed. She loves it even more when you get pulled over for it.”

Damn it! That was gonna make family get togethers so awkward.

I glanced over at Rosalie. But Rosalie had her eyes glued to the screen. Because another gif was showing.

This one was of me in American flag makeup bent over on a couch screaming with pleasure. A soldier had my arms pinned behind my back and was fucking me relentlessly while a bunch of girls in American flag bikinis cheered me on. The caption read: “Sorry, babe. No boys allowed at girls’ night.”

And then a gif popped up of me getting fucked by Cole in his minotaur mask.

And then that weird one of me blowing a photographer while Chastity flirted with those royal guards. I still had no idea where that one had come from…

And one of me sucking off my trainer in the shower.

This announcer was out of control! Someone needed to cut the power...

And then there was a gif of me giving road head to the driver. And then getting out of the car to meet my actual date. Sorry, Gizmo.

And one of me getting spit roasted in the skybox by Angel and Diablo.

For the love of God, why are these still rolling? Wasn’t this too many entries?!

And then a gif popped up of the sausage king crying in the corner while I blew Jurgen.

And they finished things off with a montage of me getting railed by each of the five guys I’d interviewed to be our butler.

Ocelot stepped up to the podium with an envelope.

Finally! I knew my face was bright red. This was the most ridiculous thing ever. I’d just been trying to free Tanner.

“Wow,” he said. “That was quite an impressive array of entries by Ash. No one has ever swept an entire category of nominations before. So I was thinking…wh y don’t we let her open the envelope and read which gif she won with? Ash, come on down!”

Everyone cheered as the spotlight settled on me.

Oh God, why?! All these people had just seen me naked. Getting fucked by so many different dudes. But what really horrified me was that I was about to have to give a speech.

I got up and slowly made my way up to the stage, being careful not to trip like an idiot.

I somehow made it up safely.

Ocelot gave me a kiss on each cheek and then handed me the envelope.

I tried to start talking but the mic made a terrible squeaking noise. Oh God! What do I do?! Everyone was staring at me. I should say something witty, right?

I cleared my throat. “Phew, close call. I thought for sure you guys were about to roll the gif of me getting gangbanged by the entire Supernova Six. Then everyone might have thought I was a whore.”

Everyone laughed.

Ah! I’m amazing at public speaking!

But I was out of material. So I just stared into the crowd, completely frozen. For at least like 10 seconds.

Oh God what is happening?!

Ocelot cleared his throat and pointed to the envelope

Oh, right. I was supposed to announce the winner.

“And the Onyxie for Best Hotwife Gif goes to…”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the screen was showing live close-ups of all the different men they’d just played gifs of me getting freaky with. One of them was about to come up on stage with me .

Please don’t be Dr. Lyons. Please don’t be Dr. Lyons.

I broke the gold wax seal and opened the black envelope. “Ash Cooper! That’s me.” I stared at the winning gif. Oh no, this is even worse than Dr. Lyons. I cleared my throat. “Ultimate Cheerleader, submitted by Zico and Teammates.”

The pool party gif started playing on a loop behind me as the spotlight settled on Zico’s table. He and all his teammates got up and made their way to the stage as everyone applauded.

A model handed me a gigantic trophy shaped like a big black dick. Then she handed one to Zico as he got on the stage with the rest of the team.

“Wow,” said Zico. “I guess I should probably thank my parents for giving me such great genes. I’m talking about my dick. It’s huge. Right, Ash?”

I laughed nervously.

He held the trophy up. “Is this modeled after my cock?” He gave his million-dollar smile as the crowd cheered. “I’m just kidding. Mine is a little bigger.”

It definitely wasn’t. Pickpocket was much closer to the size of the Onyxie. But honestly…Tanner was the only one who had a shot at being bigger than it.

“Seriously though, thank you to Tanner for so graciously telling us that if we wanted to fuck Ash, all we had to do was invite her to a pool party. You’re a true team player, mate.” He raised his Onyxie to salute him.

“I’d also like to thank Pickpocket for sharing Ash after winning the size contest. He could have kept her all to himself, but instead he generously dared her to blowbang the whole team.”

Kill me .

“And finally, I’d like to thank Ash for choosing to turn the blowbang into a gangbang. Not many girls would have been brave enough to take on all of us.”

I blushed.

“I actually have a special gift to thank you for being such a good sport.”

“You do?” I asked.

“I do. It’s one more gif.” He pointed at the screen behind him.

I looked up at it.

It was just a live feed of me on stage.

But there was a caption: “The look on your girl’s face when she realizes that her prize for winning the gif contest is getting fucked live on stage by her co-stars.”

My mouth dropped as all of Tanner’s teammates dropped their pants behind me. Ah!

Zico laughed. “Can we roll that back? If I didn’t know better, I’d say that’s a look of pure excitement.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “You think so?”

He gave me his cockiest smile. “I know so.”

“You’re right. I am excited. Because my boyfriend is about to come up here and beat all your asses in a size contest.”

“Eh, I’d rather just fuck you.”

I raised my eyebrow. “Are you scared you’ll lose?”

“Of course not.”

“Then let’s do it. Come on up, Tanner.” I wasn’t fucking anyone but him for the rest of my life. And I knew he’d win. I’d seen all the penises.

Tanner walked up on stage and didn’t say a word. He just jumped up on the podium and whipped his giant cock out .

He’d been whipping it out a lot recently. He was very pleased that it wasn’t so dangerous anymore.

There were a few gasps in the audience.

“Holy shit, mate,” said Zico. “Is that thing even real?” Zico moved his hand in front of his comparatively unimpressive member.

Even Pickpocket, who’d probably never lost a size contest in his life, silently slipped out of the spotlight and exited the stage rather than embarrass himself by demanding a measurement.

“It is real,” said Tanner. “And working properly.”

“Huh?” asked Zico.

Tanner shook his head. “Nothing. And for the record, Ash was just using all of you as starter dicks so I wouldn’t rip her in two. So thank you for your service.” He gave them a little salute and guided me off stage.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I was away from all the stares. We walked into the green room. Earlier winners were chatting around the buffet table, which appeared to only be serving pie.

“Thank you,” I said. “That was the best excuse ever. Somehow you made me not look like a total whore. That was amazing!”

“You’re amazing. And you’re the best girlfriend ever. Which is why I have a present for you. Actually…three presents.” He guided me over to three pedestals, each with a big red button on top.

He pointed to the first one. “Press this button, and it will wipe any memories that the people in that ballroom have of your naked body and the things you’ve done. ”

Oh thank God! Tanner had done a good job of justifying my actions to everyone. But still. Those people had seen me in every sex position imaginable.

Tanner pointed to the second button. “Press this button, and you can wipe your memory of all the incidents.”

“ The incidents? Gone?! Ahhh! YES!”

Tanner nodded.

“Will it erase your two also?”

“My two?”

I laughed. “Yes. You setting fire to the lotus party while watching me with Cole. And then you prematurely ejaculating on Rob’s desk.”

Tanner laughed. “I thought doing that on Rob’s desk was a plus.”

Huh. I guess that was one way to think about it. I’d never thought of turning an incident into a positive before...

“But if you’d like to erase your memories of those, suit yourself,” he said.

I couldn’t believe he didn’t care that he had incidents too...

Tanner pointed to the third button. “Press this button, and you can wipe both of our memories of all your sexual exploits.”

I looked up at him. “Is this for real? I can really erase everything I’ve done?”

Tanner nodded. “No more whispers about you being a ginger supremacist. No more incidents. No more hotwife gifs. We can start fresh.”

“That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. But…” my voice trailed off as I stared back at all th e buttons. “Would you be mad if I didn’t press any of them?”

Tanner raised an eyebrow. “But why?”

“You know what first attracted me to you?”

“I have no idea what goes through the mind of stalkers.”

I laughed and pushed on his chest. “I loved your confidence. I wished that somehow a little bit would rub off on me. I’ve spent so much time and energy always worrying about embarrassing myself. I don’t want to do that anymore. My journey belongs to us . Not them. And if I pressed those buttons, I’d be erasing our memories of our time leading up to this point. I don’t want to do that.”

Tanner’s eyes softened.

“Yes, I fucked dozens of randos. And I’d fuck a million more if I had to to get you free. And yes, I’ve gotten into some horribly awkward situations. But I think my incidents might be one of the things you love most about me. And honestly…I wouldn’t change a thing about our love. The old me would have happily pressed every single one of those buttons. But I’m not the old me anymore. I have your love now. I love who I am. Because you love who I am.”

Tanner smiled down at me.

“And as long as we have that love, nothing else matters. So no, I’m not going to wipe anyone’s memories. I did what I did. And I’m damned proud of it. Plus, Matt was in a bunch of my incidents and we’re friends now. So it’s cool.”

Tanner laughed. “I was hoping you’d say that. I don’t want to lose those memories either. I love every cute, awkward thing you’ve ever done. You said you were attracted to me because of my confidence. It took me 343 years to become the man I am today. You’re the confident one, Ash. Putting yourself outside your comfort zone to free me. I can never thank you enough.”

“You think I’m confident?”

He nodded. “You’re the most confident person I know. You’re you. Always. Even if you do get a little embarrassed sometimes. You’re brave. And smart. And beautiful. And kinky as hell.”

I laughed.

“I love that you’re weird. Because I’m weird too. And ultimately...you’re my weirdo.”

I was smiling so hard it hurt.

“And I want you to be my weirdo forever.” He dropped down on one knee and pulled out the biggest rock I’d ever seen. It was a super cool geometric design. Kind of like the Society logo. It was so unique. And I didn’t have a doubt in my mind – Tanner had definitely designed it himself.

The buffet table next to us flipped over. Blueberry pies flew in every direction, hitting everyone, including us.

I laughed as a blueberry pie fell from Tanner’s face.

It was just like when I’d hit him with one the first time we met face to face. The scent of blueberry pies would forever remind me of him. I couldn’t believe he’d recreated our meet-cute.

Tanner reached up and wiped some pie filling off his face. And then he pointed to the table .

Under the pies there were big white blocks, spelling out the words: MARRY ME.

“Ashley Gertrude Cooper, will you marry me?” asked Tanner.

“Yes!” I threw myself into his arms, laughing as blueberry pie filling squished between us. I kissed his perfect blue face.

But then the realization that I was engaged hit me like a ton of bricks. I pulled back. “Tanner, I hate wedding planning. There’s so much to do. Do we even have a date yet? Have you thought about a color scheme? I get really frantic about planning stuff like this. We need to send save the dates immediately. Is there a courier here? Courier!”

“Just relax, baby.”

“How can I relax at a time like this?! We have seating charts to make. And center pieces. And Chastity is gonna want to have another bachelorette party…”

“Well, that’s definitely not happening,” said Tanner with a laugh.

“Tanner, it’s not funny. You’re a million years old. You have contacts all over the world. What is your guest list like? I think mine’s five people, but yours is probably 500. I don’t know how to plan a wedding for 505 people!”

“Well, I was worried you might freak out about this. Which is why I have one last surprise for you.” He helped me to my feet.

I had a million things spinning through my head. I tried to start making a mental list as Tanner guided me outside the castle. I needed a band. Shit, we needed a venue first. “Where is Nigel? We need his help. ”

“He’s waiting for us out here somewhere,” said Tanner and pointed to the gardens. The entire backyard of the castle was decorated for a wedding.

Tanner turned to me. “But there’s no need to summon Nigel. Because we already planned everything.”

Oh my God. I opened my mouth and closed it again. “Are you saying that this is our wedding?”