“Fuck,” I’m going to come,” I say, saliva pouring from my mouth, and I retract my fingers. I hate the emptiness more than the lack of stretch in my throat.
Sheep Finder:Go ahead. Come for me.
My head spins out of control and I cry out, nearly blacking out as I come hard. “Ohhh.” I let out a string of moans as I milk myself, thinking his words over and over.
Come for me.
Squeezing out the last drop, I go slack against the bed and my hand falls away from my dick. My stomach is streaked with my release, and I run my other fingers through it.
Sheep Finder:So damn pretty. You’re flushed all over, shining with sweat and come. You’d be a lot prettier with mine mixed in. I want to keep you like that for hours too, only to mark you again. I won’t stop until nearly every inch of you smells and tastes like me.
My cock twitches with interest, and if he keeps talking like that, I’m going to be ready to go again.
Sheep Finder:I have to get to work, and I believe you have class starting soon. I don’t want you to get behind on your studies. However, I do want to watch you clean up.
“Like in the shower?”
Sheep Finder:No, right where you are. I want you to scoop up your cum with your fingers.
“And put it where?” I lift my head more, bending my stomach.
Sheep Finder:In your mouth. I want you to eat it and let me know how good it is.
Fuck me, this man. Is he like this in person too, or is this the only way he can let out this freaky version of himself? I laugh when I picture him being this innocent teacher who spends his free time playing video games and reading in libraries. That’s kinda hot actually, but I do prefer my badboys. Specifically, hard to read ones who give off this “I murder people who piss me off in my free time” vibe and wear cowboy hats while catching other people’s pigs. I laugh again and remember I’m still supposed to be entertaining.
Sheep Finder:Getting sleepy on me? No time for that, remember? If you need help again later getting relaxed enough for a late nap, let me know.
“I might, but who knows, my other job and school may help wear me out enough.”
Sheep Finder:I don’t just want to wear you out. I want to satisfy your body and help relax your mind after it’s been overstimulated by your busy day. Work and school can’t give you that. So let me.
“I have other viewers, you know.”
Sheep Finder:I’ll pay double what you’re asking.
“Double, huh?” I lift myself fully on my elbows. “Deal.”
Sheep Finder:Looks like you missed a spot.
I look down and laugh when I see the tiniest drop of cum above my belly button. I wipe it with my finger and slowly trace the shiny spot with my tongue.
Sheep Finder:Perfect. Now go get dressed and get those farm chores done before school starts. I’ll see you later when I feel you’re ready.
“See you later.” I blow him a kiss and turn the camera off. How will he even know? He a good guesser or something? This man seems so sure of himself, almost like . . . no . . . it can’t be. That’s wishful thinking.
After a quick shower to help myself wake up some more, I dress in comfortable clothes and down a cup of coffee. With twenty minutes to spare, I feed the chickens, collect the eggs, and gather some peaches. A quick check on the sheep leads to me snooping next door. His truck is still gone and there’s no sign of life over there. Where does he go?
Never fully allowing my hot neighbor to leave my mind, I check in for my online course and go over the slide show my teacher made for uswhile taking notes. Participating in discussions on school forums always makes me nervous; I might type the wrong thing. Powering through each question, I leave my responses, and when I’m done, I close my computer then return for science, tuning into a live lesson. Online courses are my only option right now and I'm not even sure what I want to do yet so I am settling for basic studies until I have my future more figured out.
My camera stays off for those. With my luck, someone in my class will have seen me elsewhere so it’s better to be safe than sorry. An engine roars outside my window and a loud honk echoes around my room. I download my assignment, due next week, and rush to my front door, peeking out the window before stepping onto my front porch.
Hot neighbor guy has a lamb tucked safely in his arms and is shaking his head at me. Standing next to his open door, he looks at me with a half grin. “What did I tell you about securing your animals better?”
“That one might actually not be mine this time.”
He huffs. “Sure it’s not, and that’s why Momma is over there crying when it does. I think I’m going to have to give you a lesson on electric fences.”
“I think so too.” I waggle my brows, placing a hand on my hip. “I have lunch and a thing after but I’m free tomorrow morning.”
