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Saturday 8th February, 2020; 05:19 I hadn't slept well overnight. I tended to be a bit of a night owl at the best of times, but last night I'd been kept awake by my thoughts running wild about Holly's deal and the sex toys hiding in the box in her wardrobe. Had they just been an 'added bonus' for Holly to enjoy, or were Simeon Paydes International genuinely expecting her to promote those on social media too? She'd get banned if she showed that dildo on Instagram! But even if she just enjoyed it in private... the image of Holly fucking herself with the black dildo, the colour contrasting against her pale skin and pink pussy as she stretched herself open with it... I came again, thin dribbles of cum trickling down onto my stomach as I laid in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the same things I'd been thinking about all night. I was a mess - and more so that usual. I wanted to go back into her bedroom, to go into the wardrobe and get the toys out to look at them again. Why - I couldn't exactly say, but I was fascinated by it all. I almost hoped Holly didn't just throw them away on the next bin collection day. I wanted to see where this was going to lead. In other news, I was desperately going to have to figure out the washing machine - not least because all my clothes were filthy and I was still wearing Holly's 'Little Chick' pyjamas - but because I'd not been able to stop myself earlier and I'd squirted cum inside them as well whilst thinking about Holly and her new big black friend. I doubted Holly would look favourably on me if I returned them stained, and I was already in danger of getting on her naughty list - the last thing I needed was her casting me out like my parents already had - then where would I go? Where would I live? I tried once more to close my eyes, wondering if Holly was having as sleepless a night as I was - I'd strained my ears to the maximum but not heard any buzzing or moaning, so I assumed she was being more mature than her little brother about all this. It wouldn't have been hard. Nevertheless, I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about her deal with Simeon Paydes International, and whether she was regretting it? Saturday 8th February, 2020; 09:04 Morning abruptly gave me my answer, as Holly burst into my room, cast open the curtains, and beamed at me from a face that looked as if it must have seen good sleep last night. I could tell she'd already showered and put make-up on. I, bleary-eyed and groggy, blinked and groaned as I turned to look back up at her. "What time do you call this?" I grumbled, having only recently managed to get off to sleep in the first place. "Time for productive members of society to be well awake and getting on with their day! Come on, I need you to come take some photos of me for the influencing deal!" Holly urged, pulling on my arm. "I've got to be at work this afternoon so if we're going to get on top of things and make a good impression on Simon Paydes International we need to get shifting!" "It's Simeon Paydes International," I groaned, sulking. "Might make a better first impression if you got the company name right..." "Oh, shut up!" snapped Holly playfully, slapping the top of my head. "Come on Zach, get off your arse. All I need you to do is hold my phone and press a button, it's not hard." After a few minutes of sibling tug of war, Holly won out and wrenched me out of bed and to my feet. "Alright, are you going to go get changed then or...?" I trailed off, still half-asleep. "Zach, open your bloody eyes - I have got changed! I'm wearing some of the stuff they sent me last night, duh!" Holly rolled her eyes, gesturing down at her clothing. I blinked a few more times and looked properly at her outfit. She was wearing a strappy dark green crop top which highlighted her eyes beautifully but also gave a fantastic view down her cleavage and a glimpse of her toned midriff. Lower down she was wearing black hotpants that clung to her curves like a second skin and contrasted starkly with her pale thighs. I found my thoughts wandering to the dildo again, and shook my mind off it. On her feet were a pair of strappy wedge sandals I knew she already owned, so I tracked my view back up towards her face - which is when I saw she was wearing the silver spade necklace and the spade earrings too, which sparkled in the morning light streaming into my room, making the most of the rare opportunity it was allowed in. Even though Holly was my sister, I had no qualms of acknowledging in my mind just how hot she looked. The outfit was enough, but for some reason the jewellery really added something to it all. Needless to say her hair and make-up were immaculately done as ever, making her lips and eyes pop. "Oh," I said, my mouth catching up with my mind. "I see. You look good, sis," I nodded. For some reason the praise and excitement in my mind didn't seem to translate well into words, and I was aware how much of an underreaction it sounded like. Holly didn't look too impressed. "I mean - you look really good, Holly. I'm sure Simeon Paydes International are going to be glad they chose you to promote their brand!" "That's more like it," Holly smirked, a playful energy returning to her face. "Come on, let's go to the living room, there's good lighting there." I followed her through to the living room, where Holly spent several minutes posing in different corners of the room and asking me to take photos from a variety of angles, before she reviewed the images and settled on which was the right place for us both to stand. After that it didn't take too many attempts for me to take some photos Holly was happy with. "Can I go back to bed now?" I asked, yawning. "Of course not! We've only had photos of me in one outfit so far - I'm going to go change, you stay there," she added, before bustling off back into her bedroom and closing the door. What followed was an hour or so of Holly trying on different combinations of crop tops, hotpants, shorts, skirts and dresses, with me standing where I was told, angling the phone how I was told, and pressing the button when I was told. It was a good thing I wasn't having to think much, given how little sleep I'd had, but it was still tiring. "Okay, now I know we've had some good shots with them already but just get some close-ups of the earrings and necklace, Zach," Holly urged as we were winding to a close. For the shots of the earrings Holly swept her long dark hair back whilst I took photos, but the ones of the necklace were far more provocative - at least in my opinion. One angle was looking straight down the dress she was wearing, and another practically cut the hem of the dress out entirely and made it look as if she was wearing nothing but the necklace - which I imagined she'd done deliberately to draw in as many scrolling eyes on social media as possible. "You're going to be late for work..." I mumbled in a sing-song voice as Holly asked me to take another few photos of an outfit she had on earlier. "No, I'm not," Holly sighed, rolling her eyes - which is when she caught sight of the clock on the wall. "Oh shit, I actually might be! Right, forget the extra photos, we've got loads." "That's what I've been telling you for hours!" I sulked. "Yes yes, alright - I am grateful, Zach. I mean, it's not as if you had anything else to do and I am the one giving you a place to stay without asking for a penny in return so it's kind of the least you could do, but I am grateful," Holly winked and smiled, taking her phone back from me. "Shit, this is low on charge, too. I'll charge it up as much as I can before I go but if you need me and I don't reply, ring the restaurant - only in dire emergencies, though, like if you're bleeding to death or on fire. Not if you can't find the porn channels on TV. I don't want my boss getting annoyed." "I don't watch porn on TV," I sighed as Holly gave a cheeky smile and disappeared back into her bedroom for the umpteenth time that morning to change. Shaking my head, I strolled back to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed to catch up on sleep. I didn't even hear Holly leave and slam the door shut behind her. Saturday 8th February, 2020; 17:49 When I awoke again it was late afternoon and the sun was shining deep amber as it dipped below the ocean waves on the horizon. Holly wouldn't be home for another few hours yet, so I decided to make the most of my newly-recharged batteries and time alone and head across to her room to rifle through the wardrobe once more. Sure enough, the box hadn't been touched or moved - Holly obviously didn't know I knew it was there, but also seemed too embarrassed or awkward to have touched it herself. I didn't know if I was slightly disappointed that my imagined fantasies of her wearing the vibrating panties to work, or pounding herself silly with the big black dildo all night long, hadn't come true. I was aware, however, that that was a very weird thought to be having about my own sister and tried to push it out. I reached down into the bottom of the box once more, fishing out said vibrating panties and lifting out the weighty black monster that seemed even larger now than when I'd first clapped eyes on it. It seemed preposterously big - how was anyone supposed to fit that inside themselves? Why would a company even make a toy that big - it only set impossible expectations on men whose cocks would never match up. I knew my cock was distinctly below average size, but the difference between my cock and the beast in my hands was like a stick insect against an elephant tusk - surely there was no such disparity in real life that would match up to that. Even in the porn I watched - and fine, I didn't watch too much interracial I suppose - the cocks of the male talent didn't compare with this thing. Realising I'd spent far too long gazing at the dildo, I placed it down and instead switched my focus to the vibrating panties. Maybe I could have some fun with these instead, I thought to myself, finally taking off the 'Little Chick' pyjamas and placing them on the floor. I hesitated for a moment about putting on panties of all things, but decided the pursuit of a more powerful orgasm was worth it - who would ever know I'd worn them, anyway? Slipping the beautifully soft and delicate fabric up my legs, the panties sat snugly on my hips, the rear flossing its way between my butt cheeks, and the slim yet stiff vibrator pressed firmly against my limp cock, which was already twitching to attention. I held the remote in my hands, and resisted switching them on just yet. Rushing back across to my room, I caught sight of myself in the hall mirror and for once in my life had a brief flash of a smile. Damn, I thought to myself. Maybe they should make panties for guys - I looked pretty good in these. The black silk against my pale skin made a fabulous contrast, and the delicate lacy pattern was far more interesting to look at than the moth-eaten appearance of my ragged boxers. Before long I was sitting before my laptop, booting up the homepage of PornVids.com. I could already feel my cock stood fully to attention, yet snugly contained within the soft touch of the scandalous panties. I quickly clicked on an old favourite video of mine, featuring a gorgeous MILF playfully seducing her neighbour's young son - who was 18+, as the title of the video shouted in capital letters to any police listening. I'd never been able to make it the whole way through the video without cumming before, and usually only made it as far as them starting to kiss. The MILF, named Mrs Jacobs in this video, was ramping up her seduction, rubbing her backside against the guy's crotch, when I decided enough was enough - and switched on the vibrator. Oh. My. GOD. I don't know if I just thought those words, or if I screamed them out in a gibbering mess as the powerful targeted vibrations shot through my body and made me begin to convulse in ecstasy. I was rapidly on the way to setting a new record for this video - cumming before they even made it to the kissing. I wondered if there was a way to lower the intensity of the vibrations, but my mind was rapidly turning to near-orgasm mush and I'd drop the remote in the initial shock anyway. I spotted it on the floor and went to reach down for it, but any movement simply repositioned the vibrator against my cock and made me drool with delight. In the end I simply laid back and accepted my self-imposed fate, as the video geared up to the actor's first locking of lips and I climaxed in a storm of whimpering and panting, cum soaking into the panties and dripping down my thighs. I thought it was over, but the vibrating simply continued on relentlessly and I found my entire body convulsing in pleasure and joy as the vibrations dispassionately melted me into my chair. By the time I mustered up the willpower to slide them down enough to reach the remote and switch them off, I'd already cum another time and was a hot, sweaty mess slumped down on the floor. Holy hell. This was a problem. I'd never be able to masturbate without them again. I hadn't even had to touch my dick. There was a second problem, however. In my excitement I hadn't thought it through properly, and now the vibrating panties were soaked and stained with the cum that had been coaxed out of me. How was I going to hide that from Holly?! I couldn't just put them back in the box like that, and I still didn't know how to use the washing machine. I cursed myself under my breath - I had become another dropped into a sticky situation (no pun intended) thanks to thinking with his lower brain and leaving the upper one uncontacted. I pulled the panties off properly and, scooping up the rest of my dirty and cum-stained clothing along with the 'Little Chick' pyjamas, hastily made my way to the kitchen and the washing machine. I bundled them all in - then grabbed the panties out again to dislodge the vibrator. That was very nearly a stupid error, I thought to myself. It was going to be a miracle enough if I got the washing done properly without putting an electrical device inside it as well. I rummaged through the cupboards looking for washing powder or suchlike, and eventually found a bottle I was satisfied wasn't bleach. I wasn't filled with much confidence as I turned the washing machine on, however, having dropped a cube in one slot and a cap full of not-bleach in another. With my fingers crossed and prayers in my head, I pressed the 'Go' button and stepped back. It went okay for about ten minutes. After that a clunking noise began, quiet and infrequent at first, but as the washing machine sped up it began to echo through the flat like a hammer thrown into a blender. I tried to ring Holly on her mobile but predictably it was dead and not picking up. Abandoning that, I hastily tried to find the 'Stop' button, but unlike the helpfully labelled 'Go' button the 'Stop' button was hiding somewhere and laughing at me, most likely. I knew I'd definitely taken the vibrator out, so it couldn't be that. Had I put the cube in the wrong place? I sat on the kitchen floor, naked, holding my knees up against my chest, rocking slightly as I debated whether or not to risk ringing The Silver Shark to ask for Holly to help me. Was this life or death, though? I thought to myself. It was just a loud clunking noise, after all. Maybe it was supposed to make that noise? Maybe the washer was just a bit old and it was wear and tear? Whatever it was, however, I was pretty damn sure a washing machine shouldn't fizzle and smell like burning toast. "This is The Silver Shark, Leanne speaking. How can I help?" Came a cheerful voice from the other end of the phone, somewhat muffled by the apocalyptic cacophony coming from the possessed washing machine. "Hi, my name's Zach. I was wondering-" "I'm afraid we're fully booked for tonight, sir. I'd advise booking a table a day or two in advance if you're wanting the evening," came Leanne's helpful but misjudged advice. "Oh no, I don't want a table, I was wanting to-" I tried again. "I'm afraid we don't do delivery, sir." "No no, I want to talk to Holly Fletcher. She's my sister. Please - it's a bit of an emergency," I pleaded, hoping beyond hope the pleasant automaton that was Leanne would leap into action. "One moment, please," Leanne replied with the same chirpy, balanced tone that only someone whose soul had been beaten out of them by decades of working in customer service could achieve. The line began playing some jaunty hold music, which didn't quite match up with the crazed tempo the washing machine was beating out. Each second passed like a lifetime, but eventually it stopped and I heard a voice at the end of the line. Unfortunately, it was Leanne's again. "I'm afraid Holly is busy waiting on a table in the VIP area. Can I take a message?" I slammed the phone down and raced back to the kitchen, desperately looking for a plug that I could rip out of a wall or something. A frantic filter through the cupboards next to the washing machine revealed a hole cut through the chipboard and a plug socket that looked as if it supplied the washing machine. Praying my action wasn't about to be followed by an explosion, I reached in and pulled out the plug - and the thundering rumble of Hell slowly came to a halt as the washing machine powered down. I could finally breathe again. With trepidation I gingerly opened the washing machine door and reached inside to inspect the damage. Everything inside was sopping wet and shaken into an unrecognisable mess. Not even the 'Little Chick' pyjamas had survived, which I felt oddly tearful about. The delicate material of the vibrating panties, needless to say, had disintegrated. Fuck. Saturday 8th February, 2020; 22:23 "Zach, is all okay?" Holly asked anxiously as she stepped through the door. I was huddled underneath my bed sheets naked. All my clothes had been lost in the Great Washing Machine Calamity of 2020. "Leanne said you'd tried to ring- what are you doing? What's that smell?" Holly asked as her head poked around the doorframe. "For once it doesn't smell like jizz - that's like burnt toast." "I'm really sorry, Holly," I began sheepishly. "I tried to use the washing machine but, um..." I saw Holly's eyes widen and she motored on through to the kitchen. I wrapped the sheets around me and followed in hot pursuit, but I was too late to stop her from entering the kitchen and seeing the wreckage of the washing machine. Her face was buried in her hands. "Zach... how are you this inept?!" she cried. "How can you break a washing machine washing clothes? What did you put in there?!" "My clothes," I lied by omission, "and the 'Little Chick' pyjamas." "What... what happened? Are they all ruined?" Holly asked, exasperated, but then she broke out in hysterical laughter. "Is that why you're naked?!" she giggled through tears. "Uh... yeah," I admitted, nodding. Holly found it hilarious. "I don't have the sort of money to go buying a new washing machine!" Holly wept, her laughter an odd juxtaposition to her words. "I can't believe this! Work barely pays me enough for the flat, and what with this deal with Simeon Paydes International going south I don't know what I'll do..." "What?!" I asked, snapping to attention. "The deal's going south? What's happened? Did they not like the photos?" "They loved the photos," Holly shrugged, pulling herself together for a moment. "But... oh, what's the point in hiding it any longer? In that first box they'd sent me a pair of vibrating panties. They want me to model them and record a short video of me using them - I can't do that! That's so embarrassing - what if mum and dad see?! I've not told Simeon Paydes yet but I'm sure when I do they'll pull out and then that's the best deal I've ever had down the drain..." Holly trailed off. "Ah," I said, raising a finger. "I may have some good news for you in that respect." "Oh?" Holly asked, furrowing her brow. "Wait - I just told you I'd been sent vibrating panties and you didn't bat an eyelid. Did you go through that box? Did you see them?! Did you see-?!" "I did see the panties," I answered sheepishly. "I saw them. I used them. I washed them..." I trailed off, gesturing towards the carnage in the kitchen. "Did you leave the fucking vibrator in when you washed them?!" Holly snorted, rounding on me like a bull staring down a red rag. "No, no, no! I specifically took that out! It's back in the box in your room. I don't know what happened with the washing machine," I shrugged. "I suppose it doesn't bloody matter now," Holly sighed, stomping out of the kitchen and into the living room, where she dropped down into a chair. "The deal's off. The washing machine's broken. And, as ever, my brother's a fucking pervert who now has no clothes to wear. I thought things were going too well with my shift at work..." "You had a good shift at work?" I asked politely. Holly glared at me. "You're not in my good books right now, Zach," she fumed. "But yes - I did have a good shift. Caleb and Jackson came in." "Leanne said you were busy serving a VIP table...?" I trailed off, leaving a non-question hanging in the air. "Yeah - you know Caleb and Jackson, don't you? I'm sure I've mentioned them before. Their dads founded Banks & Hall, the big law business up the main street? There was a big hoo-hah when they did it because it was the first major business owned by black guys in Coveleigh, a very white middle-class seaside town?" I gave Holly a blank look. "God, do you ever listen, Zach? They're very well off, anyway, and booked one of the VIP tables for the night. Normally when they've come in before they don't seem to notice me too much, but tonight we were really getting on well. Caleb said I looked really nice," Holly smiled. "Ooh, Holly's got a crush on Caleb!" I teased, and Holly hurled a cushion at me. "Shut up," she sighed, smiling. "I tell you, if mum and dad find out you've got a crush on a black guy they'll finally be angrier at you than me for once in a while," I smirked. "Shut up," Holly sighed again. "Though yes, unfortunately, so don't you dare tell them. Not that I do like him that much, anyway," she added, defensively. "Holly, do you really think I'm speaking with mum and dad on a regular basis? And I don't care if you've got a crush on this Caleb guy - why should I be bothered if he's black?" I shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. But listen, here's the interesting part - they pretty much just wanted me as their private waitress all night, and I wasn't going to complain because-" "Because you got Caleb staring at you all night," I smirked, and got another cushion thrown my way for my troubles. "Shut up, Zach!" Holly chuckled. "I was going to say, I wasn't going to complain because they're rich and they tip well whenever they come in. Which we need more than ever now you've knackered the washing machine and I've screwed up this deal with Simeon Paydes International. Well, I suppose we've both screwed that up as even if I'd been willing to advertise the panties you've destroyed them." "So - how much did they tip?" I asked eagerly. "Take a look at this," Holly smirked, holding out a receipt and ?200 in notes. "Holy-" I gasped. "What percentage tip is that?!" "100%," Holly smiled, her eyes gleaming. "But look at what Caleb wrote on the receipt!" I looked closer and saw the dignified scrawl of Caleb that read: 'To my favourite waitress and proud Queen of Spades xxx' "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, looking up at Holly. "Exactly what I thought," Holly replied, "but look what I forgot to take off before I went to work," she continued, flicking back her hair to reveal the silver spade earrings with a Q in the middle. "They must have seen them - and I asked Leanne what a 'Queen of Spades' was before I left. Do you know what it means? What these earrings and that necklace supposedly advertise to the world about whoever wears them?" "I have a feeling you're going to tell me," I replied sarcastically, though I was genuinely keen to find out. "A Queen of Spades is a woman who exclusively sleeps with black men," Holly stated. "Caleb and Jackson must have thought - I mean, in Caleb's case I wouldn't want to correct his misunderstanding, but... just what is this Simeon Paydes International playing at? Sending me this kind of stuff? The jewellery, the lingerie, the vibrating panties..." "...the giant black dildo," I chimed in, before realising what I'd said. I clapped my hand over my mouth. "Great. You saw that too. Why am I not surprised?" Holly sighed, rolling her eyes. If I made her sigh or roll her eyes any more I'd probably end up giving her a seizure. "Did you play with that, too?" she smirked devilishly. I blushed and shook my head. "Shut up," I muttered. "But Zach, what do I do now? I know you're probably the worst person to ask about all this but I don't have anyone else. What do I do about the deal with Simeon Paydes International? I can't really keep it going, can I? I can't film a video of me using vibrating panties and post it online, can I? I mean I literally can't at the moment because you wrecked them, which maybe is for the best..." Holly trailed off, slouching back in her chair. "How about you message them and just tell them I accidentally ruined them? Maybe they'll drop it, or send you another pair - at least that'll give you time to think, won't it?" I suggested. "Yeah, maybe... maybe that's not such a bad idea at all, Zach," Holly replied, brightening up as she pondered it in her mind. "Right, I'll message their agent, Darby, now, then maybe he'll reply before bedtime and I can relax." With that Holly whipped out her phone, plugged it into her charger, and tapped away furiously at the screen whilst I watched with baited breath. Also because I didn't have any clothes and I was waiting to ask what the plan was about that part of the mess we were in. Holly wasn't expecting a reply immediately, but nevertheless we both waited by her phone anxiously and nearly leapt out of our skins when her phone pinged only a short while after she'd messaged this Darby figure. "What does it say?" I asked. "Is it him? Or has someone else messaged you?" "It's him," Holly nodded, reading the message intently. "Well? What does it say?" I asked again. "Shut up - let me read it out: Dear Holly, I'm sorry to hear about the incident with the vibrating panties. I wasn't aware you had a younger brother staying with you. You can consider any obligation to promote those for the time being on hold as I understand it would be impossible without a pair to wear. I would be more than happy to send out another pair for you to promote if you can guarantee that this pair would not meet the same fate and you can promise you will fulfil your side of the bargain. In addition to this, I will only authorise continuation of your sponsorship agreement with us if your... if your..." "What? What's he say?" I pressed, desperate for Holly to get to the point. It hadn't sounded too bad so far, apart from Holly having to promise to promote the vibrating panties in order to continue with her sponsorship. What was this other condition, though? "I will only authorise continuation of your sponsorship agreement with us if your brother agrees to promote our company too. If he does we will send him out an appropriate range of products for him to promote on social media, as well as send you payment for further promotion. Please get back to me within the hour or I will consider our deal defunct." Holly finished, re-reading every last line of the message before looking up at me. "It sounds like if we want the money I'll have to post a video using the vibrating panties and you'll have to promote some of their stuff too." "What, women's clothing and make-up?" I balked at the idea. "I'm sure not," Holly replied, re-reading the message again. "See, he says 'an appropriate range of products' - you're not going to get sent the same stuff I was. Please, Zach - this is going to be awkward for me too but they're promising to pay really well and we need the money. How else will we get a new washing machine and new clothes for you?" "Fine," I shrugged. I owed Holly a lot, and maybe now was the time to start paying it back. "Say I'll do it - as long as it's appropriate stuff." "Zach, they're not going to send you lingerie," Holly sighed, smirking as she typed out her reply. There was a pause and her phone pinged again. "Excellent, that's all sorted," Holly smiled in relief. "And look - the first product they want you to promote is something to download. They want you to download it before they'll send you anything else. Go grab your laptop and let's sort it now," Holly urged. I dutifully trotted off to my bedroom, sheets still wrapped around me, and returned with my laptop. "Where am I going? What is it I'm downloading?" I asked. "You need to go to their website," Holly explained as I googled the company and clicked through to the site. "Then there's a shop you navigate to, and you're looking for a products called: 'S. Paydes Browsing Beta'. I've got a code here so it's free to download when you're ready." "I've found it," I replied, looking at the product description. It promised to 'revolutionise my browsing experience' and 'streamline searches'. According to the marketing material it was 'the de facto browser for the modern age' - but I reckoned it'd probably look slightly different to Chrome or Firefox but function exactly the same. "Right, give me the code," I said as I clicked through to the checkout. "865GGH423YJ," Holly read out as I typed it in. It didn't work. "Oh sorry, it's 856, not 865," she clarified when I told her, which worked. "Right, it's installing," I explained. "Tell him I've done it." "He can see," Holly replied. "He knows the code's been used so he's going to send us out the replacement panties and your stuff. He says he hopes you enjoy using the browser." "I'm sure I will," I said, knowing I'd probably only be using it to search for porn, like before. Saturday 8th February, 2020; 23:47 Following a late dinner of spaghetti bolognese that Holly put together we parted ways - her to collapse into bed after a hard day's work, and me to try out the new browser I'd downloaded and enjoy some porn before bed. I booted up my laptop again and on instinct went to click on the Chrome icon instead of the new S. Paydes browser - only to find the Chrome icon missing. I knew I hadn't gone to click in the wrong spot, as my muscle memory had been built up via years of chronic masturbation - which meant it had somehow been deleted. Had the S. Paydes browser download deleted it? I knew some malware I'd accidentally downloaded onto my laptop during a porn binge in the past had installed other crap - had this S. Paydes browser operated in a similar fashion yet uninstalled stuff? Further searching for the Chrome icon didn't yield any results, and neither did a search of the C drive. It must have been deleted, but it wasn't in the recycle bin either. I shrugged - it seemed a bit weird, but maybe part of the download involved removing superfluous software. The logo for the new browser predictably followed the trend for logos in the company - the spades symbol in black with a thin white outline. I clicked on it and it opened up smoothly enough just like any other browser I'd ever used - but it didn't take long for me to begin to feel as if something was distinctly different. None of my favourite tabs had carried across from the now-deleted Chrome, but that was to be expected. It would be simple enough to start accruing them again, and I decided to start with the MILF/neighbours 18+ son video I'd watched earlier. I navigated to PornVids.com as before, typed in the search term I knew would lead me to the video and... nothing. Odd, I thought to myself, as I tried a different combination of terms. Nothing again. I typed in the pornstars names who'd been in it. Even then all the website told me was that no videos matched my search terms. I knew it must be there, though, so I opened the categories tab to find the 'MILF' section. That, at least, was found easily enough - but as the page loaded up I quickly realised what was different. Every single video it was displaying for me did fit the bill for being in the 'MILF' category - but then every single video featured black male talent. Not a single white guy was to be seen. I tried the 'Creampie' category - another favourite of mine - and was met with a hundred preview panels of black cocks unloading in fertile pink pussies. 'Blonde' - all interracial. 'Gangbang' - all interracial. 'Interracial' - take a wild guess. I didn't know how they'd done it, but despite meticulous searches I couldn't find a single white guy on PornVids.com at all - apart from the wimpy ones locked in chastity under the 'Cuckold' category, that is, but I didn't count them. I didn't have a problem with interracial porn, of course - but having it made the only option came as a bit of a surprise to me. No worries, I thought to myself, as I minimised the browser and opened up my Downloads folder to watch some non-interracial porn I'd downloaded ages back. The MILF/neighbour's son video was probably in there, come to think of it. My surprise was amplified, however, when I opened up the folder and found it entirely bereft of any porn video whatsoever. What on earth was going on?! I wondered. Out of interest I opened up Facebook and clicked on the profile of a girl I'd gone to school with who I was only still friends with on Facebook because she posted photos of herself in skimpy outfits and bikinis that I'd used to jerk off to in the past. To my evolving surprise and horror any attempt to find said photos only gave me heavily pixelated preview images, which when I tried to click on to open full-size flashed up an error message: Content Deemed Unsuitable For User. I googled page 3 girls and naked models only to be met with the same response. Any attempt I made to look at a naked girl was censored. How were they doing this?! Desperate, I returned to PornVids.com and resolved to watch any of the now-exclusively interracial videos on the site, just to admire a naked female body. I froze in horror, however, as the video began and as the woman stripped off her breasts, butt and pussy were displayed as blurred and pixelated. The only nudity that remained uncensored was that of the male talent - a muscular, hung black guy who swaggered into view with his cock fully visible. I scrolled down to move the video panel out of view and that's when I saw an increasingly familiar message: Content Deemed Unsuitable For User. Modified For Safe Viewing. There was definitely something sinister and strange going on with this Simeon Paydes International - and as I watched the oddly censored video, feeling my hand drawn to my cock anyway, I began to worry about what was going to be in the so-called 'appropriate range of products' on their way in boxes to my doorstep...