So, I could just sit here fully clothed and you wouldn’t demand a refund?
Quiethours
Yes. But then we’d be here again, because I’d request another.
I reread the message five times. Each time my eyes scroll over the words, I feel my nervousness slipping further away until finally, I’m typing back with a familiar sense of confidence.
Crushedvelvet
Keep an eye out.
Before I have the chance to see his reply—if he even sends one—I close out of the app and toss my phone aside.
Avoiding looking at the camera, I touch my thighs and slowly bring my palms up a few inches. My lungs tighten as I squeeze and lightly scrape my nails over my skin, teasing myself. I focus on that touch and search for the part of me that loves this, knowing I’m being watched.
A heavy puff of air escapes me. It borders on a soft moan.
I feel the fabric of my garter and relax into the mattress as my lips tug at the corner in a lazy smile. Heat sinks into my core, melting the nerves until they’ve transformed into need. Releasing the garter, I bring my hands to my stomach, skipping the dampening thong between my legs.
My breath skips as sparks erupt beneath my touch, and I chase them with the tips of my nails. Without thinking about it, I cup my breasts and squeeze, feeling my nipples dig into my palms. My head drops deeper into the pillows as I pant. I tighten my grip and use two fingers to pinch the left one, giving it a rough tug.
My legs snap open further while I press into the mattress and repeat the motion. Forcing my eyes open, I stare into the camera, knowing whoever is going to watch this later won’t be able to see the pleasure in them. I release a whimper and drop a hand to my pussy, holding it.
It’s second nature to grind into the touch, seeking more. The electric zap that spreads when I rub my clit drives me deeper in the haze I’ve jumped into, grateful for the familiar feeling.
I don’t realize that I’ve pulled one breast from my bra until I feel the cool air against it. My flushed skin battles against the cold, drawing another moan up my throat. I let it fall into the otherwise silent room and reach for one of the items I freed from my nightstand. The sharp bite of the clamp stings when I place it on my nipple and then tug my panties aside. It’s a desperate move that I know doesn’t show off the work I put in earlier, but right now, I don’t care.
Suddenly, I’m burning alive.
Closing my eyes again, I drag a finger through my sex and smear the sticky wetness up to my clit. I gasp when I finally touch the swollen bud and give it a gentle stroke. The pleasure erupts in a mess of high-pitched noises and lifting hips. I grabthe unused, vibrating dildo from the bed beside me and turn it on.
“Shit!” I cry out when I bring the soft, round tip to my pussy. The shocks are instant, spidering down my legs and up to my heart. “Oh, God.”
The moment I sink the first inch inside myself, I’m tensing and digging my nails into the silicone shaft. It’s thick and long, but not too much that I can’t take it. That’s what encourages me to push it deeper, forcing myself to stretch around the intrusion.
In the back of my mind, I know I’m recording. I need to put on a show, but right now, the only thing I can think of is coming. Driving this fake cock all the way inside and fucking myself with it. That’s what encourages me to flip onto my knees, my back facing the camera. A first for me since starting this job.
The new position opens me further and gives me the space to lower myself onto the dildo. I whine as every inch moves inside of me and reach between my legs to hold the base. My cheeks smash into the pillows as I start riding the silicone, my arousal dripping down to where I’m gripping it, coating my fingers.
Faster and faster, I work myself closer to the brink. My arm muscles scream from use, but I ignore them, too close to stop. I can taste the inevitable pleasure on my tongue, as thick as honey. My eyes squeeze shut as I press my forehead into the pillow and bring a second hand to my pussy. My clit throbs beneath my touch as I rub it in time with the thrusts of the dildo.
“Ah! Fuck—fuckme. So close,” I slur, the words muffled.
I’m drooling into the pillowcase when I finally come. My head snaps up, and I balance my arm on the mattress. I leave the dildo buried inside and begin to shake, my back bowing as the pleasure rips through me, melting my brain. The release is overwhelming in the best way, leaving me gooey and weak.
I gasp for air when my lungs stop seizing, and I start to regain my sense of self. My throat is dry, so I swallow and work thesilicone free. It falls to the bed as I roll back over onto my ass and push my sweaty hair from my forehead.
Jesus, I’m hot. I can feel beads of sweat rolling down my throat and spine, adding to the dampness I feel on my inner thighs.
A couple of minutes pass as I collect myself. Only once I feel confident enough to roll off the bed do I reach over and end the video. I check my phone and read through the viewable notifications I missed before setting it on the bed beside me and grinning.
Quiethours
I am. Enjoy yourself.
It’s a silly, ridiculous smile, but one that I allow myself after all ofthat. Because I did it, and I did it well. And now, I’m in for a long night of editing it before sending it off and hopefully putting an end to this edginess I’ve been feeling since this request was put in.
I like to look at these videos as work tasks, and I’ve completed the one that intimidated me most. Now, there’s nothing left to do besides show off my work and accept the praise for it.
