Eleven: Stroke Your C0ck For Me 🔞
1820 Words
Dmitry
She giggles softly, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. “Okay, show me you're serious to tame this kitten, kittentamer.”
I don't hesitate, I open my cash app and input her camgirl tag sending 25k without any hesitation.
Me: sent a quarter of your pay.
Me: you can go ahead to check it, but once you see it spread your legs wide enough for me to see the pretty p***y I'm paying for.
I down the glass of whiskey as I watch her closely, probably checking if I actually sent her the money because her eyes go wide and her lips part into a small “o”
“Jesus,” she breathes out, tossing the lolipop to the side. “You really don't f**k around.”
I nod like she can see me, I f**k around just not when it comes to her.
She shifts back on the bed, knees bending then parting wide enough for me to see her freshly shaven p***y, glistening under the light.
"Did you want me like this, Tamer?" she asks, voice low and rough.
She hooks her fingers parting her p***y lips, enough to expose her c**t for me. "Or would you like me to f**k myself, while you watch me?”
Fuck. I can't even answer, my fingers are hovering over the screen and all I can feel is a surge of anger running through me.
She shouldn't be doing this here, and I should be on my knees in between her legs lapping her dripping p***y.
I unbuckle my pants, giving me c**k a little chance to breathe before it explodes.
Me: rub three slow circles on your c**t, three only. Nothing more. Tell me how wet you are for this stranger who just bought you.
She pauses, a hint of doubt flashing through her features and for minute I think she's going to back out but I watch her right thumb ghost over her c**t as her eyes shut tight.
She slides them down, parts herself more, then starts the first circle. Her hips roll up to meet her hand.
“I'm so f*****g soaked,” she whimpers at the contact, like she's crying for more. “Can you see how my juices drip down my thighs and I've not even got through the second—”
A low moan escapes her lips and she bites down on it to hold herself from being loud, maybe she's scared I'll catch her.
My hand runs down my pants and I stroke my c**k through it, listening to the wet sounds her p***y is making.
She looks straight into the lens. "Tell me Tamer,” she moans out in a breathy plea. “Are you hard for me like I'm wet for you?”
Me: Rock hard, kitten.
She circles her c**t again, the third time now. “Please can I see it?”
Me: Are you sure?
She nods, that mischievous grin I know so well comes into view and my phone nearly slips from my hands.
I stop thinking completely, I think my brain stopped functioning the second I found out Gianna was kittenxo.
My finger is shaking when I hit the video button at the bottom left corner of the screen.
I flip the camera, showing from my waist down. My bulge very much visible to her.
I watch her expression switch from anticipation to surprise to the same one she had last night, lust. Her lips part just a bit and I swear I see a drool at the corner.
“f**k, Tamer,” she whispers. “You're big.”
Instead of freeing my c**k immediately, I pull my arm a little farther away, showing her my full body, still clothed from the waist down, then I dip my hand under the waistband and take a hold of my c**k.
The warm, tight grip of my hand makes my spine light up with sensation and my chest sucks in a desperate breath.
“Are you going to stroke your c**k for me, Tamer?” she asks in a breathy plea.
Still holding my c**k in one hand and the phone in the other, I awkwardly work my erection out of its confines and angle the camera, so she can see it. Just knowing Gia is staring at my swollen d**k has my heart pounding in my chest.
“Oh, God…” She moans, and I have to bite my lip. She sounds so f*****g good, and it hits me that the reason why is the sight of my c**k. “I want you to see this.”
Keeping the camera angled toward my c**k, I watch as she does something I didn't see coming.
She sets the phone down, peeling away from the bed she hinges at her her hips slowly again, giving me another delicious view of her ass.
My hand strokes my c**k on its own as I stare at the perfection of her tight puckered hole, just above the glistening skin of her moist folds.
Is it insane that I want to f**k her right in her f*****g tight hole?
I finally get what she's showing me this time, her p***y was dripping down her thigh.
Do other men get her like this too?
Fuck. No. She's dripping, I chant in my head as my stroking picks up speed.
“Tamer, you better not come without letting me watch,” she says sweetly.
Typing with one hand isn’t easy, but I manage a reply.
Me: Then get back on your bed, slide two fingers inside and f**k yourself deep.
She hums in delight. Standing upright, she sits on her bed and turns the phone to face her again. “Okay Tamer, but please, I want to hear the sound you make when you cum.”
Fuck, I could come right now. Just the filthy words coming out of her mouth have me ready to spill.
Me: Okay.
I contemplate using the voice changer, but thinks against it. Unlike during her live, she was being surprisingly real. No voice changer, but her mask and wig stayed on.
Suddenly, my Gianna is splayed out on her pretty bed, hair brushed aside revealing a perfect pair of t**s, all for me. I drink up the sight as I will myself not to blow.
“O, chert.” [Oh, damn].
Without another thought, I hit the microphone button and stay silent, letting the smacking of my flesh as I stroke myself be the only sound heard through the line.
With a slight angle of her phone, she aims it toward her thighs as she moves her middle finger in tight circles around her c**t.
God, she’s so good at this, so good at teasing me.
And it pisses me off to the bone that she does this, and yet here I am f*****g enjoying it.
Two fingers plunge into her, curling hard. She pumps them fast.
“Tamer, I want to hear you.” She moans as she watches the screen and keeps up pumping unto her hungry p***y hips snapping up to meet each thrust.
I let out a heavy grunt, a few octaves deeper, trying to mask the sound of my voice.
“Yes,” she pants. She’s watching me beat my c**k like it’s the hottest thing she’s ever seen, and f**k me it might just be. Her cheeks are turning pink and her legs are practically shaking as she meets her own thrusts.
"God, yes," she gasps. "Wish it was your c**k. Wish you were here splitting me open."
I clear my throat to say something but suddenly remember that she can't know who I am and instead settle for the chat. .
Me: pinch your n****e. Hard. I want to see you feel it.
Her free hand flies to her breast. She rolls the n****e, then pinches. Her back arches off the pillows.
"f**k, that hurts so good," she pants. Fingers speed inside her. "You like that? Making me hurt for you?"
A low grunt tells her that I love it, I love how f*****g slutty she looks right now.
Me: Yes, kitten.
Me: Rub your c**t while you f**k yourself. Tell me who owns this p***y tonight.
Her thumb finds her c**t. She grinds down on it while her fingers thrust deeper. Thighs shake. Stomach clenches.
"You do," she moans. "This p***y is yours, Tamer. Paid for. Owned. f**k, I'm so close."
My strokes speed up. I grip tighter, twisting at the top against my piercing, my pre-c*m making everything slippery.
Every moan she makes hits me like a punch. My balls tighten. I’m already close, too close, but I don't want this to end.
Against my better judgement I say, “f**k yourself slower.”
She gasps at the sound of my voice.
Holy s**t, what did I just do?
I try to recall how I sounded, if at all I sounded like me and if she noticed, she barely had a reaction to it.
“f**k Tamer, I wish it was you c**k right now.” She replies, clearly oblivious to what just happened.
Her fingers slow but keep moving all the same. "Please," she begs. "Please let me come. I'll do anything. Anything you say."
Me: That’s no way to plead if you want to c*m, kitten.
Me: Go on, tell me you'd quit the streams. You'll take no clients except me.
"I'd quit," she gasps. "f**k the money. f**k everything. I'd be your w***e. Your personal slut. Just let me come. Please, Tamer. I'm yours."
Fuck, those words were enough to send me over the edge.
“c*m kitten.” I mutter low.
One of her fingers curls between her folds, disappearing inside her as she cries out. Then she looks back at the phone and pumps at the same rhythm that I am.
“I need you to come with me, Tamer.” She moans loudly.
I groan low in my throat, my hand strokes my c**k faster, beads of sweat running down my neck as I watch her.
“I’m coming,” I whisper in a deep raspy voice.
Her eyes don’t leave the screen as I unload all over my own chest. Her attention is on the seed I’m spilling, and then a moment later, I watch her abs contract, her eyes squeeze shut, and her thighs close around her hand as she lets out a cry of pleasure that makes me want to come again.
When Gia finally open her eyes, she looks affected, as if this was some new discovery.
“Uhm… s**t, Tamer that was…”
Be doesn't finish her sentence because the next second she taps the end button.
I sit quiet in the room, totally spent,c**k twitching my grip.
A sense of shame washing over me. What the f**k did I just do?
Fuck, this wasn't the plan.
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