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“Think it’s too pretentious?”
I type with one hand to respond.
HatTrickSwayze: It’s definitely on its way to pretentious.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. But they’re homemade, so I feel like that brings it back down a notch.”
She turns around, facing her white bedsheet backdrop. Not sure why it’s there, as if anything behind her could distract someone watching her fantastic ass. My hand pumps faster. I imagine taking her from behind, pulling her hair, and making her cheeks as red as the cherries on her apron as she begs for mercy. She does something different today, she bends a little more exaggerated and arches her back, giving me a quick shot of her pussy.Fuck me.
“Since it’s just us... and because sugar daddies that buy me aprons get a little extra.”
I’ll buy her a hundred aprons if it gets me another shot of that. I type one-handed.
HatTrickSwayze: Oh, I’m your sugar daddy now?
“The position is open if you want to fill it.” She laughs.
I’d like to fill her in a few positions.
HatTrickSwayze: Nah. But, I like the way Daddy sounds on your lips.
“That’s going to be a tough sell. I’m usually the one in control.”
HatTrickSwayze: Oh, you’re a little hellcat, huh?
That excites me. The thought of another top submitting has always turned me on. Maybe she’s a switch... She rests her elbows in front of the camera, giving me a terrific view. They aren’t too big or too small—each one a perfect handful. She’s curvy in the best way.
“Maybe. I don’t know if you could handle me...”
She steps outside the camera frame, and cupboards are opening and closing. I presume she’s gathering more ingredients. I close my eyes as her words replay in my mind until the pressure builds inside me. My balls draw up, and I grip my desk as I visualize shooting my cum into her open mouth.Goddamn.
Normally I feel like an asshole for making her play depraved roles in my fantasies. But her having a little kink herself has made for a much more guilt-free orgasm.
She’s trying to bait me with that suggestive comment. And it works.
HatTrickSwayze: Maybe you just haven’t found someone who can handle you? Do you know your limits? How much could you take?
When she steps in front of the camera again, I can tell she’s reading my response. My head cocks to the side when I notice her breathing pick up.Interesting. She inhales like she’s about to speak but then another user joins the live video, and her chest relaxes as she clears her throat.
“I was wondering when you were going to show up, BigGuy69,” she says cheerily.
HatTrickSwayze: Have a good afternoon, Hellcat.
Closing out of the window, I send her the max tip for her time and jump in the shower to clean up.
Around seven o’clock, I receive a text from one of the boys.
Jonesy: Heading out to Top Shelf around 9. You in?
I’m tempted. It’s literally the bar below my apartment. But drinking can be a slippery slope. Instead, my fingers type out a lie.
Me: Nah, still sore from drills. But thanks for the invite.
Jonesy: You’re going to have to party with us eventually, rookie.
He’s right, but I will avoid temptation for as long as I can. Scrolling through the food delivery app, I pick out my dinner—tonight I’ll be dining on Vietnamese takeout. With freshly washed hair and a pair of sweatpants, I flop on the couch and turn on ESPN to zone out until my food gets here.
When I hear the knock, I reach for my wallet on the table and pull out some cash. Opening the door, he gives me the heavy brown paper bag as I hand him the tip. I nod my thanks. My stomach growls, and the warm paper bag feels like the promise of delicious MSG and chi. But before stepping back into my apartment, I notice something sitting on the floor outside my door. It’s a rectangular bakery box with a Post-it Note stuck on the top.
