Pearl
My apartment was dark, the only light coming in from the moonlight shining through the lines in the window shade.
A hard buzzing filled the air, melding with the obscene sounds of my wetness as the toy pounded into me.
I sat in front of the mirror, watching myself as the auto-thrusting dildo fucked me. My back was against the bed, one hand holding the dildo, the other holding my vibrating wand against my clit.
The overstimulation from the constant vibration on my clit was causing me to thrash against the bed. But I didn’t let up. I wasn’t that kind to myself.
I was having trouble catching my breath, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure Emerson had given me. It was like she knew what I wanted. What I needed.
Emerson.
It had only been an hour since I got home from my shift, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I needed to be fucked. Thoroughly.
I cried as I came again, this time remembering the way she glared at me.
Good sluts get rewards.
“Fuck!” I screamed as the pleasure became too much. It hurt, but I wanted it so bad.More. More. More.
I let out a gargled moan as I watched myself again. My hair was a mess around my head, I was sweaty, my legs open wide as the dildo worked me, breasts bare, nipples tight and begging for Emerson’s mouth.
“Emerson,” I moaned as the pain ebbed into pleasure once more. I gave my clit a break, giving myself a reprieve, but the throbbing ache from lack of stimulation was just as painful as keeping it on.
I need more.
Shakily, I placed it back on, my silent cry catching in my throat as a sudden, surprise orgasm burst through me. I cursed over and over again. A loud cry was forced out of my mouth.
I almost didn’t hear my phone ringing because of it.
Unknown number.
Ignoring it, I focused back on my pleasure and let it go to voicemail, but it just started ringing again.
Getting impatient, I turned off the auto-thrust and started fucking myself with it, harder than it ever could. It went deep, hitting my cervix. I let out a groan, forcing it as deep as I could.
“Yes, Emerson, just like that. I’ll be a good slut for you, I promise?—”
The ringing started again.For fuck’s sake.My orgasm waned, and anger shot through me.
No one ever fucking needs me, so why does it have to be now?
It kept going, each time it vibrated against the floor further stroking the flames of my anger.
Cursing, I discarded the toys and reached for it, answering just as quickly.
“I don’t know who you are but?—”
“Snappy. I think I like it.”
Emerson’s voice rang through the line, and I was stuck there, frozen, my eyes going to my still completely naked body. My wetness was staining my inner thighs, and my pussy was swollen red from all the abuse it just endured.
Hearing Emerson’s voice was like seeing a ghost. A chill ran up my spine. My heartbeat started racing even faster than before.
“You’re breathing heavily… What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” I said quickly. Too quickly. I sounded breathless, and even if she didn’t know what I’d been doing before, it would be clear now. So I tried to buy myself some time to calm down. “How… How did you get this number?”
