“Touch yourself.”
I’ve had a lot of requests since I started my account. Some of my subscribers like to tell me what to do, and others, like Kat, prefer the opposite. She has a thing for dirty talk.
I tried my best to avoid anything beyond surface-level connections, but she burrowed under my skin when I wasn’t looking.
Hell, I don’t even know what she looks like beyond the faceless mirror selfie she uses as a profile picture. If her photo is anything to go by, she’s all soft curves, and just the thought of those thick thighs wrapped around me has my dick standing at attention.
Alley_Kat: More.
Fuck me. What I wouldn’t give to hear her say that aloud. I’ve imagined her breathy sighs and cries of ecstasy too many times to count, but I’ve yet to earn the honor of hearing them for myself.
“Slip a finger inside that pretty pussy for me. Imagine it’s me touching you, stretching you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? I’d wrap my lips around your perfect pink nipples and suck on your tits until you’re begging for my cock.”
I lift my hips and slide my jeans and underwear down, giving her a better view of the action, then I spit into my hand and give my shaft a few more strokes. I lean my head back and groan as the muscles in my neck pull taut.
“Let me hear you, Alley Kat. Please."I wait for her to turn me down, but she doesn’t respond. "Please, baby. I’m aching for you.”
I’ve never begged a woman for anything in my entire life, but fuck if I wouldn’t get down on my knees just to hear her come apart for me.
Microphone enabled for Alley_Kat
“Talk to me, Cowboy.”
My pulse picks up. Not some dude in his basement after all. Thank fuck.
“Your voice is even more beautiful than I imagined.” It’s warm and melodic. I could listen to her talk for hours. “Are you still touching yourself?”
“Yeah,” she says breathlessly.
“That’s my girl. Tell me how much you want me. I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Please. I need you. Please make me come.”
“I know exactly what you need, and I’ll give it to you. But first, I want you to tell me exactly what you’re doing.”
She inhales a sharp breath.
“Don’t be shy,” I say, voice low and gravelly.
I can almost hear her writhing in the sheets. “I’m fucking myself with my fingers.”
“How many?”
“Three. Fuck.”
“That’s my girl. Stretch that pussy out. Get it ready to take every fucking inch of me.”
I speed up my strokes, bringing myself closer to the edge. “Does that feel good?”
“Yeah.” She whines the word like it’s taking everything she has to speak.
“Come with me, baby. Let me hear you.”
She moans. “Oh god. I’m so close.”
“That’s it. You’re taking me so well. Imagine my cock slipping inside of you, inch by inch, hitting you so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”
Her heavy pants and quiet whimpers fill the quiet of my bedroom, and my mind automatically conjures up illicit images of her squirming beneath me.
