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Strange? Completely. But it did pay. And I kept my clothes on. Slightly unbuttoned, but still on. And kept sexy Silas in my mind as I read.
“With how she held her tits together, it was a snug fit around my dick. Her pussy too sore to fuck again so soon after breaking her in, but I had so much to show her. I couldn’t last, ready to paint those fucking pouty lips of hers with my cum as her tits pressed tight around me. FUCK! I cried, watching as the head of my dick peeked out and I coated her neck and chin with thick ropes of it, draining my balls.”
I put down the ereader and set my fingers on my pearls around my neck. Slid them back and forth. I bit my lip and looked at the laptop in front of me. “That hero really knows what he’s doing. Is that what’s called a pearl necklace?” I asked, all shy and hopefully looking a mix of confused and curious.
The screen went black. It had done that the night before, but no one had come on, only remained black for the duration of my cam time. Tonight, it had switched again. It was still a black screen, but the chat window had a name: CEOBill.
A private room. This guy, CEOBill, had bought my time and joined. From what June said, this was like a lap dance at a strip club or giving a private show in the back room. Extra money. Lots of it.
I frowned at the screen.
“Hi, CEOBill,” I said. “Are you there?”
I waited, saw chat bubbles appear in the message area.
Yes. I can’t show my face.
“Shy?” I asked, playing with my pearls again.
Yes.
“Me, too. I’m new to this. Talking on the computer. All of it.”
I’m new too.
“Are you also a virgin?” I asked.
It was weird talking to a black screen, but he was paying.
Definitely not.
“Do you think I’d look good with the other kind of pearl necklace I read about? Think my breasts are big enough to be fucked?”
Painted in my cum? Fuck yes. Your tits are perfect.
I cocked my head to the side. “Are you hard thinking about it?” I ran my finger along my pearls again, then slid it lower through my cleavage and tugged open a button on my cardigan. “Oops.”
Is that bra pink or lavender?
I glanced down and slid aside the sweater to reveal the lavender bra strap. “You like?”
Show me more.
Um… no. “I’ve never done that before.”
Show a man your tits?
I nodded. On here, on camera, it was true.
I’m not any man and what you show me is just for me. There’s no one else.
No one else. As if he’s possessive and telling me no other men will ever see my body. I wasn’t sure if I liked this after all. Four hundred strangers was a lot different than one guy probably fantasizing about getting his spunk all over my chest.
“Want me to read more of the story?” I asked, steering away from that topic.
Sure.
I picked up the ereader and found my place. I kept going for a few minutes, then looked up.
