I only makeit a week and a day before I give in and make an account on the cam girl site.
Again, I’m blaming it on Austin. Seeing her at the diner today made me wonder if she might be RedRanger, but the odds of that were downright ridiculous. The world wasn’tthatsmall.
While struggling to find a username that wasn’t already taken, I rationalized this moment of weakness by telling myself it was safer to jack off to a cam girl than fuck around with my little sister’s best friend.
Red was sitting on her bed, wearing scraps of lace that didn’t hide a damn thing with how wide her legs were spread, not that I was going to complain about it. Her hair was down this time, red with a slight curl to it and it made it even harder to push Austin out of my mind.
“Ooh, new subscriber,” she coos as she trails her nails down her thighs. “Welcome, Mustached Rancher.”
The teasing lilt in her voice makes me think the username is just as stupid as I thought it was. Maybe Austin was alone in finding mustaches attractive.
“You must be shy,” she says when I don’t respond in the chat. “That’s okay. Everyone’s shy at first. What should I call you?”
My lips quirk with a half-smile at the déjà vu.
MustachedRancher:Guestie has a nice ring to it.
I wish I could see her face. She sits up straighter, her hands stopping their sensual tracing for just a second before they start again.
DamnDan:Not this guy again.
BigDickRich:We might as well log out.
Munch3000:What? Why? Who is he?
BigDaddy69:Nah, they were hot as fuck together the other night. I’m sticking around.
Red hums like she agrees with the last guy and it makes my cock twitch. “Now boys, there’s plenty of me to go around. Guestie, you’re not a guest anymore, so that name doesn’t quite fit. Hmm, what to call you…”
I strip my pants off while she thinks on it, grinning ear-to-ear.
“Ooh, how about Liar? Nowthathasa ring to it. I think it fits pretty nicely since you lied to me about making an account right away. I’m hurt, Guestie,” she says.
I highly doubt she actually is, but my chest practically puffs at the idea of her missing me—of me standing out among these other men.
MustachedRancher:I figured I’d give the other chumps a chance. Didn’t know you’d miss me this much. Was the orgasm that good?
“Eh. Mediocre at best.”
I bark out a laugh. I can’t help it. She’s such a fucking brat and I love it.
MustachedRancher:Sure, baby. Keep telling yourself that.
“You know,” she says, hands trailing her body again. “I have a bit of a thing for mustached ranchers, actually.”
DamnDan:Of course she does.
MustachedRancher:Is that so? Know any in real life?
She doesn’t have any sort of drawl to her voice, but I guess she could be the type who likes visiting the rodeo when it rolls through town. She laughs. “More than you’d believe.” She sticksher fingers under the hips of her panties and starts pulling them down.
MustachedRancher:Don’t recall saying you could do that.
“Don’t recall you tipping me two-fifty again either, so why would I obey you?” she quips.
I snort. I don’t think the money had anything to do with her obeying me, but I don’t want to keep holding up her show and cause her to lose tips since I can’t pay for a private show.
No matter how badly I want her all to myself, I’ve got a ranch hand that needs a raise so he can build my little sister a house. I have a feeling those private shows could become addictive. The last thing I want to admit to Mama is that we lost the ranch because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants.
