Page 21 of Eyes on Me


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I don’t want to touch myself this time. I just want to watch her. Focus onherpleasure. Her movements. Imagining that it is my hands on her flesh, without the distraction of my cock between us.

“Show me how wet you are,” I whisper, and I pray my voice is masked enough, but since she’s still touching herself and not running down the stairs to confront me, I’m going to assume it’s enough.

My eyes don’t leave the screen as she slips her eager hands into her shorts, and I watch her face as she makes contact with her pussy. Her mouth falls open and her eyes shut halfway. Then, she slowly pulls the hand out of her shorts, showing me the moisture coating her finger, and I let out a guttural moan.

It slips out. A little too loud and sounding a little too much like me. But she’s so distracted that she doesn’t even notice.

“Taste yourself,” I tell her, not entirely sure if that’s crossing a line or if she even will, but I’m pleasantly surprised as she moves her middle finger to her lips. Opening her sweet mouth, she presses the digit against her tongue, savoring the taste of her own arousal. Suddenly, I don’t know if I’m going to succeed at keeping my own dick out of this. It’s currently straining, so hard it hurts, and it’s fucking begging for attention.

Later.

For now, she’s my focus. Only her.

“Does that taste good, Kitten?” I ask, the sexy pet name just rolling off my tongue.

She whimpers, sucking on her finger as she nods.

“Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” she moans.

Just as I’m about to give her more directions, an alert pops up on my screen, informing me that our hour is almost up and I’ll have to agree to another $450 dollars to continue. Fuck.

Well, maybe this is a good thing. Keep her waiting, wanting. Draw it out.

“I have to go,” I whisper. “But I want you to make yourself come after the call. Imagine it’s my fingers in your sweet cunt, okay?”

“Yes,” she replies obediently.

“Will you send me a picture of your wet pussy after you come?”

Without hesitation, she replies, “Yes.”

“That’s my good kitten.”

With that, she smiles, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“You like it when I call you that?” I ask.

Lips parted and eyes on the screen, she nods. “Yes.”

“See you tomorrow?”

“Okay,” she whispers, biting her lip again. Then the screen goes black, and I can’t get my hand around my cock fast enough. The entire time I stroke myself, I do it knowing that two floors up, she’s fucking herself too. And when I come all over my chest, I imagine that we’re coming at the same time.

RULE #7: IF YOU WANT SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO BE WILLING TO GIVE SOMETHING IN RETURN.

Mia

Iwake up sometime in the middle of the night, still in the clothes I wore all day. I must have drifted off after that unexpectedly hot chat with Drake. And then I did what he told me to do after our chat. How could I not? He had me wound up and hot as hell.

So once our call ended, I made myself come by replaying the sound of his dirty words in my head, and it did not take long at all. Then, I took a picture of myself, like he asked, and I sent it.

After coming down from that high, I started to wonder if I was getting a little too attached to this mystery guy. I would normally never masturbate after a call because the guy told me to. After I get off work, I’moff work. Meaning, I put it all away and don’t think about it until I flip that camera on again. But after just two chats with Drake, I can’t shake the feeling that he’s different.

It’s probably just the anonymous thing. And the fact that I’ve seen his abs and his dick, and both were impressive.

But even without the sex stuff, I feel comfortable enough to actually open up to him. To show him the real me. Not the fake, camgirl me that is alwayson, giving my patrons just enough to keep them interested without letting them in too deep.

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