Guest_11071993:That’s good enough. Take those flimsy panties off now.
A shiver runs through me at his praise, but I don’t obey this time, continuing to suck on the silicone vibrator. I refuse to admit that Ronnie had some sort of impact on my headspace, so I tell myself my hesitation is because I remembered who I am. I don’t let men tell me what to do. At least, not unless they earn it, and this one hasn’t had time to earn it yet.
BigDickRich:There’s the brat we know and love.
Guestie doesn’t respond immediately and my stomach sinks with every passing second I watch the chat, waiting for him to reprimand me. It doesn’t pass my notice that Dicky’s praise doesn’t feel anywhere near as rewarding as Mr. $250’s did.
The vibrator slips from my lips before I realize I’ve made the conscious decision to stop sucking it. I’m not even sure he’s still watching. I don’t get notifications telling me when guests leave the stream, just subscribers.
My fingers slip under the strings on my hips, lifting my ass off the bed just enough to pull my thong down my thighs and toss it across the room like he said. I usually make more of a show out of getting naked, but I can’t seem to manage that patience right now, splaying my thighs wide again to show off my pussy immediately.
I wait.
It feels like forever passes. A random username I don’t recognize as a regular makes the obligatory ‘carpet matching the drapes’ comment, but I ignore it. Instead, my eyes are glued to the chat for a response from the only customer I care about right now.
Guest_110793:There, now that feels better, doesn't it?
I don’t have a second to get fired up over the taunt before two more messages come through.
Guest_110793:Spit on that vibrator and make sure it’s still wet. Then slip it into that pretty red cunt for me.
Guest_110793:Don’t turn it on yet.
I bite my bottom lip to hold back a literal whimper. Who the fuck has taken over my body right now? It must be the sleep deprivation. There’s no other explanation for how this complete stranger—a man who doesn’t even subscribe to my content—is affecting me like this. And overmessages, no less.
I’m not as lucky with holding back my moan as I slip the vibrator inside of me, fucking myself with just the tip to tease myself. A chime makes my eyes snap open. I don’t remember closing them.
Guest_110793:That’s it, baby. Work it into your sexy pussy for me. Slide it on home so we can get to the fun part.
Guest_110793:Use your other hand to play with those tits you’ve got all decorated for me.
The whimper makes it through this time. The other subscribers are sending messages too, even the ones that rarely talk at all, but I barely glance at their messages. They’ll probably all unsubscribe because I’m ignoring them and then I’ll have to start from scratch again, but my mind’s gone to that primal place where the only thing that matters right now is what my cunt wants.
I get the vibrator all the way inside of me until the little silicone rabbit ears are hugging my swollen and sensitive clit.
I wait again. Every second feels like downright torture.
“Guestie?” I say, my voice way huskier than it has any right to be. I try to clear my throat subtly while I wait for him to chat again.
Just when I think he’s left me hanging, his message comes through.
Guest_110793:Waiting for you to do the other thing I asked you to, Red.
It takes a second to remember what he’s even referring to, but then I’m using the fingers of my free hand to tug on my nipple like he asked, flicking the barbell that runs through it. The moan that falls from my lips is wanton and needy. My hips roll of their own accord, desperate for friction.
Guest_110793:Turn it on. Switch it to your favorite setting.
Even with how tiny I have the preview screen, I can see how my body twitches when I switch the vibrator on and it’s almost embarrassing.
Guest_110793:Fuck yourself.
I’m rarely vocal during sex, at least not like this. I talk a lot—probably too much, some might say—but I don’t whimper and whine like this, even with women. Moans are the most men are usually able to pull from me, and even then, I’m usually exaggerating them. But tonight, I have to tear my fingers away from my nipple to cover my mouth so I don’t wake up Dad.
The guest’s messages come through every so often and it takes everything in me to focus even a bit of my attention on reading them. Thank god he doesn’t give me anymore commands. I don’t think I could obey them if I tried, my mind singularly focused on coming.
Guest_110793:There we go. That’s all you needed, isn’t it? Someone to help you submit.
Guest_110793:Fuck your pretty cunt for me. God, I wish I could be there to fuck you myself.
