u/looking4athird

A few more months have slipped by since that last show, and while we haven’t gone live together again—keeping the thrill rare and special—you have carved out a hidden world of your own with BigDaddyX. What started as occasional private photos and quick teases has evolved into an addictive ritual: longer, risky shows and juicy challenges. The money is great but secondary to the electric thrill of secrecy and risk. You’ve done nearly a dozen private sessions now, each one bolder than the last.

He knows how to push you —promising escalating tips for more extreme displays —and you chase the high of the big donation chime. Other times, he sends tips randomly without expectations, just a wink and some coins, indebting you to his desires. Usually, his requests come just before bed, in the evening while I am out playing a game,
but recently, he has begun messaging throughout the day. You find yourself hiding your phone, wearing sexy underwear to work for sexy midday selfies or to take off and ball into your mouth to muffle your moans while you cum in the bathroom stall as he once requested.

He has sent you lingerie and toy shopping while plugged. To cafes in skirts with no panties and to parking lots to play while cars pass by.

Back home, the guilt builds like a storm, What began as a bit of mischief has has spiraled into something less easily dismissed as “innocent” yet it is transformed into an urgent need for redemption, spurring you to initiate kinkier nights and mornings with me. Every deception atoned in sweat-soaked sheets, our sex life thriving, hotter and more frequent than ever, as if proving to yourself with each orgasm your devotion to me—even as the excitement of the deception drives you to the next act.

Standing in the shower, the last milky white strands of shaving cream running from your legs. You open your mouth letting the warm water fill your mouth before pushing it out to spill over your chest. You envision the upcoming show. The way I will gently tease you for the camera before taking you while they all watch . You want it rough, punishment for all of the things you have done in the months since our last show.

As if summoned by the thought your phone chimes with a private tip:

BigDaddyX [ 100 tokens ] : “Wear the strappy leather harness and slick black thong from our shopping trip 😘.”

Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the request and the reminder of that trip.

“ Yes Daddy” you reply, the way he has requested you respond in the past. You know a tip will follow from his pleasure at being addressed like this and you stare at the phone waiting for the donation chime.

BigDaddyX [ 20 tokens ] : good girl.

You step from the shower, towel wrapped around you and walk to the bedroom. I am setting up the camera—adjusting the angle at the foot of the bed where I’ve laid out a pair of fishnet stockings and lacy panties, my eyes lighting up as you enter. “Hey, baby, want to wear these for me tonight?” I say, holding up the fishnets with a grin.

Conflict hits you like a punch—my request clashing with his, the secrecy suddenly heavier, a flush creeping up your neck as you nod, smiling through it. “Sure… but hold on.” You slip to the closet, rummaging for the hidden box of new toys and lingerie from that shopping trip. You pull out the strappy leather harness and slick black thong then dropping the towel begin to step into them, fastening the straps around your hips and thighs. The thong clings perfectly, the harness framing your curves and squeezing your flesh lightly.
You look into my eyes, full of desire as you cinch the final buckle.

“ Wow” I say standing and joining you at the closet. Pulling you close and spinning you around to see every angle of your framed body. “What is all this?” I ask grabbing the box of new toys and lace.
You swallow, the lie forming smooth but heavy on your tongue—the first real, outright lie amid all the omissions and deceptions. “I… wanted to surprise you,” you say, trying to sound confident. I Thought tonight was a good time to try them out.”
“ you sure you can take this?” I say with a little chuckle, holding up the thick, skin toned dildo.
“ we’ll see” you say, recalling the parking garage where you used it for him.

I don’t question further, just pull you close, hands roaming the leather straps.
“Damn, you’ve been so naughty lately… I love it.” The words sting with irony, your heart racing at the close call and the memory.
“Get in bed” I say, my voice soft but demanding. Your chest flutters at the command and you begin to say “ Yes, Daddy” but catch yourself, the guilt flickering briefly before the excitement drowns it out, and crawl into your position on the bed: stomach down, elbows propped, phone in hand, the blanket draped over your head and shoulders while your lower half remains fully exposed—ass framed by the leather straps, thong clinging tight.

You watch your phone as the feed goes live Viewer count starts low: 5… 10… Names trickle in—HornyWatcher23, CumPlayKing, and BigDaddyX right away, his presence sending a private thrill through you.
You wiggle your ass slowly for the camera—hips swaying side to side, the leather creaking faintly, the thong riding up to expose more skin

New follower: TeaseMaster69
HornyWatcher23: Iv been waiting for you guys, what took so long
BigDaddyX [50 tokens] :—love the harness. 😉

The winks from him feel like code, your secret pre-shows flashing in your mind as you rock more deliberately, ass jiggling for the growing audience—now 25… 35…—heart pounding with the thrill of being watched, knowing I will soon touch you, stroking myself waiting for the right moment to join.
After a few minutes I approach the and the chat explodes with requests as I kneel behind you, hands immediately cupping your ass, thumbs tracing the leather straps.

TeaseMaster69[ 20 tokens] : love the leather on that ass.

CumPlayKing: love you guys.

your skin tingles as you rock more deliberately against my hands for the growing audience—now 50… 55…—heart pounding with the thrill of being watched.

I squeeze firmly, kneading the flesh as you arch into my touch.

HornyWatcher23 [50 tokens] let us see 😍

With the donation chime I hook the slick black thong and pull it to one side, exposing your perfectly smooth ivory skin, the shine of your wet slit and clit, already swollen and needy, before pulling the fabric back into place. You exhale lightly under the blanket, hips bucking slightly, the exposure still sending a rush of heat through you.

TeaseMaster69: yes!

BigDaddyX tipped 50 tokens: Rub her through the thong now. Slow circles on that clit. 😉

My hand slides between your legs. Fingers press against the silky fabric of the thong—damp and clinging—tracing slow, deliberate circles over your clit. You moan softly into the pillow, thighs trembling as I rub firmer, the circles widening to tease your lips through the thong.

The Viewer count surges to 75, more tips rolling in:

CumPlayKing [50 tokens:] Keep rubbing—make her drip!

WetTeaseFan tipped 30 tokens: Flash again!

I pull the thong aside once more for another peek—your lips parting slightly as run my fingers between them, tapping lightly across your clit before covering you again, drawing out the tease until finally I activate - THE MENU—posting the list in the chat:

You read through the list, the prices starting small and growing as you scroll. You try to imagine what they/he will choose for you When your eyes catch the bottom item:
off Menu surprise [1000]

Anticipation stirs in your chest, the words vaguely familiar but hazy. What could it mean and who would spend 1000 tokens to find out. The chat echoes your thoughts almost immediately, messages scrolling in a flurry as the viewers spot the mysterious item:

HornyWatcher23: Off menu surprise? What’s that?? Tip to find out!
CumPlayKing tipped 50 tokens: Spill—what’s the surprise? Blowjob? Anal?
TeaseMaster69: 1000’s steep… but curious af. Someone drop it!

There is a small pause, then the familiar chime.

BigDaddyX [1000 tokens ] : you know I can’t resist anything off menu 😉

The chat erupts: flames, hearts, shocked emojis flying as the viewer count jumps to 95. Under the blanket, shock freezes you as you wait to see what I will do, watching your phone with bated breath.

I stand slowly from the bed, my hand leaving your ass with a final squeeze. You feel the mattress shift as I reach for the camera, turning it slowly to face the full-length mirror.
Waiting there on her knees, is a topless woman in fishnet garter and stockings She stares into the mirror, straight at the lens behind her, and waves playfully to the camera.
Your breath catches hard under the blanket—realization ripping through you like ice. It’s you. Or rather, a perfect recreation of you and your first “off-menu” tease with BigDaddyX.

The chat goes wild as she bends over onto her hands and knees and begins to tease her ass just as you had for him that first private show. I leave the camera trained on her reflection now the sole focus of the feed fingers teasing her asshole with slow, deliberate pressure. The chat is frantic, tips pouring in as she teases deeper, moans soft but clear through the mic, the recreation of your private moment playing out in perfect, humiliating detail.

I return to the bed beside you, The blanket still draped over your head and shoulders, hiding your face, You feel the mattress dip as I settle beside you. My hand slides behind, fingers finding the slick heat of your pussy through the thong. I rub slow, firm circles over your clit, sending sharp jolts of pleasure up your spine even as your mind reels.
I lean in until my lips are almost touching the blanket over your ear, voice low, intimate, just for you and laced with proud amusement instead of anger.

“You know… when I set up your account for that first show?” I murmur, fingers pressing harder, rubbing in tight, relentless loops that make your hips twitch involuntarily. “I made my account a moderator on yours… and yours on mine. Full access. I can’t read your private messages…. but every replay from your private shows save to both accounts.
My fingers never stop—sliding the thong aside now, burying them into your wet cunt then returning to circle your clit with slick, obscene precision. The pleasure spikes, cruel and perfect, clashing with the cold wave of realization crashing through you.

“I’ve watched them all,” I continue “ they were really fucking hot. Every moan, every tip, every time you came thinking I didn’t know.” My thumb presses directly on your clit, holding steady pressure while two fingers slide inside you again , curling slow and deep. “And every time you came home and fucked me harder afterward”
Your pussy clenches around my fingers, betraying you, dripping down my hand as you watch the woman in the mirror begin to suck the dildo that clings to the mirror in front of her.

I lean even closer, lips brushing the blanket, voice dropping to a warm, victorious purr. “I have loved watching you be his little slut ” I say My fingers sliding free and finding your clit.
“but tonight you’re going to watch me. ”
Your body shutters with the full realization of tonight’s plan and a small whimper escapes from beneath the blanket at this promise of punishment that feels like forgiveness.

I leave the bed slowly, the mattress shifting as I stand, my hand trailing one last lingering stroke across your ass as I step away.
Your heart races —shock, relief ,arousal , the beginning pangs of jealousy twist together as you stare at the screen and watch me join the show . I pause at her side , My hands groping her ass, her body arching higher in response to this first touch. A shower of sparks cascade across your abandoned pussy, throbbing at the sight of my hands still wet with your anticipation on her.

HornyWatcher23: lucky guy!!
CumPlayKing tipped 50 tokens: Keep teasing—show us both!
Sweetvouyer643 tipped 50 tokens: give her the real thing.

I step from behind her , my cock hard and waiting to replace the dildo she is so greedily taking. She looks up to me, her eyes locked on mine in mock pleading as she presses deeper then holds the tip of her nose to the glass. You count subconsciously, recalling each time you have done this for him; That first private show, Once In the shower, and once against the tinted back window of your car after the gym.

After 10, long seconds she slides the shaft from her throat, mouth open, panting lightly as she takes me into her hands. You watch, waiting anxiously for her to take me in her mouth, but instead, she pouts her wet lips, blowing soft little bubbles as she slides my cock against her soft cheek, nuzzling me as if savoring something forbidden while she stares into my eyes.

Under the blanket, you’re trembling pussy throbs untouched and you press into the bed to dull the ache as you watch. The knowledge that we are so close, that everything you see on the tiny screen is happening just beside you glows like an ember in your chest and you want to pull back the covers and watch, but you resist, knowing the boundary between punishment and permission is as thin as the sheet that separates us.

The chat surges as Her tongue flicks out, and drags along the sides and bottom of my cock in long, languid strokes before guiding the tip into her eager mouth.

HornyWatcher23: fuck that’s hot.
CumPlayQueen: need this 🥵

TeaseMaster69 tipped 100 tokens: I just came over from Melody’s stream.

Your thumb hovers for half a second over the hyperlink then taps instinctively. A second stream window opens on your phone—the same scene, but from a new angle, high and wide, capturing everything. Melody’s chat mirrors the frenzy in ours : flames, hearts and tips pouring in from her audience that now flood into our feed for a second angle.
New follower notifications ping in rapid succession**,** the viewer count leaping to 260 , then 285 , as her regulars join ours.

You jump back and forth between the two views desperate for the best view of every moment: the low camera showing my cock disappearing into her throat, the other her arched back, fishnets straining, ass high as she bobs back and forth onto me .

Two competing menu donations flash almost simultaneously:
CumPlayKing tipped 250 tokens: fuck her - bent over the bed
SweetVoyeur643 tipped 100 tokens: Eat her out.

At the sound of the big donations she slows then draws me from her mouth, stroking me as she reads the requests, then with a knowing smile looks back up to me and stands . I grab her by the hips, guiding her to onto the bed behind you. The mattress sinks lightly as she positions herself behind you. You watch as she runs her hands over your ass her fingers tracing the strap of your thing then pulling it slowly down your legs.

Turning the camera, I stand behind her , teasing her slit with my cock, as she leans forward and begins to kiss up the inside of your thighs. You squirm softly and lift your ass for her, waiting and watching as I bury my cock into her. She moans against you with the first thrust, pressing her open mouth against your lips. With every thrust her body jolts forward, pressing her against you as she begins to lap at your pussy.

She licks slow at first—long, flat strokes along your slit, then focuses on your clit, sucking gently as she is rhythmically pressed against you. That rhythm builds, faster and harder. She licks back up your slit then sinks her tongue deep into you, letting each of my thrusts fuck you with her tongue. Your hand slides between your legs, unable to resist any longer. You rub your clit in frantic circles, the pressure building unbearably—every jolt of her body against yours driving her tongue deeper, the wet heat of her mouth relentless.

MelodyFan87 tipped 300 tokens: Make her cum!!

I reach around her hip, fingers finding her swollen clit—rubbing the same fast, firm circles as you. Her body tenses instantly, a sharp gasp muffled against your pussy as the orgasm builds inside her. Her moans turn desperate, high and broken—her tongue falters, her mouth pressing tight against you as the orgasm takes her.

She shudders, pussy spasming around my cock, thighs quaking as she endures waves of pleasure. For a moment she freezes, breath ragged and hot against your skin, as she recovers. Her tongue drags up your slit once, twice, before she shifts higher, her tongue now teasing your ass—slow, teasing licks at first, warm and wet, then blowing little spit bubbles onto your hole. The sensation is filthy and magic and you feel your own climax build in response. She presses the tip of her tongue against your tight hole urging you to let her sink deeper into you.

I feel my own climax build as I watch from behind —thrusts growing erratic and deep. I pull out suddenly, stroking my cock fast as I climb onto the bed beside her. She turns her head slightly, taking her tongue from your ass and presenting it to the tip of my cock , eyes flicking up to mine pleading as I stroke. You teeter on the edge watching as ropes of cum pulse against her outstretched tongue, your naughty little asshole and your frantic fingertips. She waits as I stroke the last drops onto her patient tongue, collecting every drop before returning it to your ass.

your fingers fly across your clit, slick with my offering and with a choked, desperate cry you begin to cum, your body convulsing under the blanket, pulsing around Melody’s tongue as she works my cum into you , her own soft whimpers joining yours. You trickle then gush, still rubbing as your body struggles to handle the overwhelming pleasure.

You collapse to the bed. Squirming and pressing into the mattress as an electric storm ripples over your body. Tips rain in, both phones a symphony of chimes as the two cameras capture every last tremor of our shared climax. For a moment no one moves,
the three of us tangled loosely in the aftermath, the fantasy fading with the last tingles of ecstasy.

Finally I stand, walking back to the camera to end stream she remains beside you a moment longer before rising onto her knees with a satisfied sigh. And going to her own camera in the corner of the room.
I slide back into the bed and under the covers with you, pulling the blanket over both our heads like a private tent. The world narrows to just us: your flushed skin, your quick breaths. I kiss quickly across your shoulders and up your neck.
“What did you think, but?” I say, voice soft, playful, no trace of resentment.
“ was that a fair punishment”
You let out a small laugh—shy, and relieved. Your arms loop around my neck, pulling me closer.” You press your forehead to mine, smiling through the flush and nodding. “It was terrifying. And so fucking hot. I’m still shaking.”

I kiss you again, slower this time—reassuring, possessive. “I was never mad, maybe jealous but watching you push your boundaries was so hot. And you still came home to me every time.” My hand slides down to squeeze your ass gently. “Part of me didn’t want to let you know I knew , but then melody reached out and I couldn’t resist.”

At the mention of her name we both look back to your phone. She has turned her phone away from us and is kneeling in front of it topless, fishnets askew blowing exaggerated kisses at the camera, waving, laughing softly as she reads missed tips and comments aloud. “Thank you babies, you were amazing tonight… yes, that was wild… love you all… goodnight!” She winks, blows one last kiss, and ends the

She stands, stretches with a satisfied groan, then grabs an oversized t-shirt from her bag on the floor and pulls it on. It falls loose around her thighs, criss-crossed in fishnets, as we emerge from below the sheets.
The shift is instant—her cam-girl poise drops away, but not her bright, bubbly energy.

“That was incredible” she says, her voice excited, light and friendly now, no trace of performance left. “Were you surprised?”
She asks hopefully, as all of this were a gift.
“ More than surprised” you say, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard.
“ did you like it ?” She says, sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg curled under her, the other on the floor, joining but respecting the boundaries of our bed.
“ yeah, that was amazing” you say “you were amazing” you continue, referring to her on stream performance, then blushing slightly at the idea that you may have meant the way she pleasured you.
“ aww, thank you” she says as if either interpretation were as flattering as the other.

“I’m Melody, by the way. I saw one of your shows a few months back. and thought… damn, that’s hot. So I reached out to Johnny to see if you guys would ever want to collab and he came up with this.” She says, her expression saying that she knows some, but not all the details of what led to this encounter

The three of us sit and chat for a few minutes connected in the afterglow—before Mel stands, stretching again. “I’m gonna clean up and head out. You two… enjoy the rest of your night.” She winks, grabs her bag and walks to the door.
“Next time we’ll plan it better—no surprises. But tonight?” She fans herself dramatically. “Worth every second.”
“ Thanks again for your help” I say playfully.
“ No thank you guys, I made twice as much in half the time tonight. ”
“ and honesty it was worth it even without the money” she says winking “ And Ashley if you ever want to surprise him, I owe you one. “
You eye me beside you playfully.
“ does it have to be him?” You say teasing.
I laugh and slide as if injured down the headboard to the bed.
“ good point “ she says, joining in the joke.
“ I’ve been looking for a man, I’ll let you know if I find one”

As she leaves I pull the blanket back over us once more, My lips find yours again, slow and sure.
“Still mine?” I whisper.
You nod against my mouth, smiling through the lingering haze. “Always.” You say, a weight lifting from your chest with my acceptance but also some small disappointment in the loss of your hidden pastime.

A few months passed since that first electric New Year’s show, and what started as a wild, one-off experiment has quietly become our little secret ritual— once every few months, when the mood strikes just right. We set up the camera and go live.

We’ve stuck to the same core setup each time—the camera low at the foot of the bed, the same soft blanket draped over your head and shoulders to hide your watching face.

While you scroll the chat on your phone, heart pounding as strangers watch and tip for whatever filthy idea pops into their heads next.

You lie on your stomach at first, propped on elbows, typing responses while I tease you from behind—kneading, rubbing through. The deviations from that first night come after, urged on by specific requests. Sometimes it’s slow, sensual edging with a vibrator; other nights something specific like the first shows foot worship. Each time feels fresh and exciting as we let the viewers guide the night.

Since the first show, we have introduced

“THE MENU,” a predetermined list of acts each with their own prices. The only two items not listed are Blowjob since your face is covered and Anal, both of which are frequently requested in the chat, often with high offers from some of the big spenders.

The follower count has crept up slowly, now hovering around 100. But it’s the quality of the interaction, the genuine excitement of the act that keeps us and them coming back.

You step out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, skin still warm and flushed from the long, steamy shower. The faint scent of your favorite vanilla body wash lingers as you drop the towel and stand in front of the full-length mirror, admiring the smooth, freshly shaved skin between your thighs—bare and sensitive, the way you know I love it for nights like this. Every glide of the razor earlier had you thinking about being watched tonight.

You slip into the familiar high-cut thong and climb into bed. The anticipation is building; it’s been a couple of months since our last show, and the thrill hasn’t faded—it’s sharper, if anything, knowing we’ve got a small but dedicated following now.

The camera is already set up low at the foot of the bed, angled perfectly for the usual view. There’s about 15 minutes before we go live—plenty of time to settle in. You position yourself on your stomach, elbows propped, phone in hand. The soft shimmy blanket piled nearby, ready to pull over your head and shoulders when the time comes.

Your phone buzzes—a private message from one of our top tippers from every show so far.

BigDaddyX (private): Hey gorgeous, saw you’re going live soon. How about a pre-private show? Just for me. I want an “Off Menu” show.

Your heart skips, a flush creeping up your neck. You’ve seen his requests in the public chat every time—by far the biggest and most frequent tipper. You type back, thumbs quick.

You (private): “Haha, bold as always. They are off menu for a reason.” You send.

But the response comes almost instantly.

BigDaddyX (private): Come on, baby. Just name your price. Private link, just us.

You bite your lip, glancing at the clock—12 minutes left. The idea sends a wave of heat between your legs.

You (private): 400 for a blowjob, no Anal.

BigDaddyX (private): 600 blowjob with your smallest plug.

You consider for a moment, the thrill of this back door deal stirring within you.

You : ( private) Send the tokens and the private request. 10 minutes max, or we cut for the main show.

There is a momentary pause,

then the private stream link appears with a message.

BigDaddyX (private): Deal.

You take a deep breath, adjusting the camera from the bed to the full-length mirror, then grabbing your toys, position yourself on your knees in front of the mirror, and hit accept on the private link request from your phone.

You watch your screen and appear before yourself in the frame.

BigDaddyX (private): Hello beautiful. This is more of you than I have ever seen. So sexy.

You (private): Hi ☺️

You send, then looking into the camera in the mirror, give a shy little wave.

It’s just the two of you now, no main audience yet, no flood of chat messages. The intimacy of it feels raw and somehow forbidden, you pull the sides of the high-cut thong up even higher on your hips. The soft, stretchy fabric clinging between your legs. The knowledge that he’s watching every move sends a thrill straight to your core.

9 minutes remaining

You shift back, arching your back and presenting your ass to the camera deliberately, and reach back with one hand, fingers trembling just a little from the nerves. You hook the thong’s fabric and slide it down slowly, inch by inch, until it bunches at your knees. The exposure feels electric and sends shivers down your legs. As a message appears below.

BigDaddyX (private): Good girl, now tease that little hole for me.

Reaching back, you begin to rub little circles lightly at first, just the pad of your fingertip teasing your entrance. You’ve never done this alone or so precisely. But now, alone with his gaze, you are urged on: each slow circle sending tiny sparks inward, blooming into heat. Your nerves tingle, a mix of taboo thrill and building arousal, your breath hitching as the circles grow firmer, pressing just enough to feel yourself yield slightly. It’s hypnotic—the way your body responds, clenching then relaxing, a soft warmth spreading to your thighs and between your legs. You moan softly, surprised how the focused attention makes your jealous pussy throb untouched.

BigDaddyX (private) fuck that’s hot.

Emboldened, you bring your finger to your lips, gathering spit on the tip that you press back against your ass, probing gently now while watching yourself in the little screen.

6:00 remaining

Seeing the notification, you reach for the small glass plug beside you, bringing it to your lips and spitting onto the tapered tip.

BigDaddyX (private): Good girl, nice and wet for that naughty little hole.

You glide the smooth, wet glass back and forth, then begin to dip the tip inside, expecting resistance and surprised to find very little, slipping inside, the jeweled base pulling tight between your cheeks.

BigDaddyX (private) : “Perfect. Work it in and out for me.”

You can feel him pushing your boundaries, but you follow his instructions, pulling it back and dipping the tapered head slowly in and out.

00:04:00 remaining

Grabbing the dildo, you press the base firmly against the mirror at mouth height, watching it stick securely with a soft thunk and lowering onto all fours. You shift forward, lips brushing the tip first, then taking the head into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the ridge as you suck gently.

BigDaddyX (private) : Your lips look so nice wrapped around that cock.

You push deeper—halfway now—feeling the veined shaft glide over your tongue, filling your mouth and easing into your throat. You feel your mouth and eyes begin to water. You pull back, letting the tip fall from your mouth and raising your hand, stroking the wetness down the shaft before taking it back into your wet mouth.

The silicone is warm now from your mouth, veined ridges dragging over your tongue as you slide forward, inch by inch. You bob back and forth, nudging the back of your throat, forcing yourself further, gagging faintly as you near the base. Little drips hang near the base, showing just how far you have pushed down the shaft. You pull back slowly—gasping lightly around the tip —before diving in once more, now determined to take it all. You press forward deliberately, the wet shaft sliding easier now into your throat but still resisting. You pulse forward in quick succession, nudging the tip deeper.

The sensation is overwhelming: mouth stuffed, ass plugged, pussy throbbing untouched when you hear the donation chime. Pulling free to read the message.

BigDaddyX tipped 50 coins : Yes! Take it all. For the last 2 minutes, I will give you 50 coins for every second your nose touches the mirror.

You read the message, panting lightly as you grasp exactly what he means, then understanding; you lean in again, lips parting as you take the dildo deep—slow and steady, the head slides past your tongue, then further into your throat. Your nose brushes the cool mirror glass for the first time, and you hold—one second before your throat contracts, and you pull back, gasping. The chime rings almost instantly. 100 tokens

You try again, sliding back down the slick length in one wet glide and feel the tip bury deeper than you have ever gone. The tip of your nose presses against the mirror. One… two... three seconds. You try to fight the gag, but it comes, and you pull back again. Another chime: 150 tokens.

The attempts build—each one pushing your limits. On the third, you manage 4 seconds: pressed against the glass, throat full and fluttering, a series of small gags rippling through you as saliva builds and drips. With each small spasm, the plug presses out, then pulls tight again.

Another Chime: 200 tokens.

Finally, you go for the long hold—determined, your hand lifts and begins to rub at your needy clit as you slide back down the shaft to the mirror and lock in: one… two… three… The gag starts faint, a soft convulsion in your throat, but you hold, pushing past it—four… five… Another gag rolls through, stronger, but you don’t pull back your fingers, rubbing faster, driving you on. Six… seven…

You gag again, a thin trickle running down your inner thigh.

You hold for ten full seconds, gagging repeatedly but unrelenting, your body quaking until you finally pull off with a desperate gasp, strings of saliva connecting you to the dildo, chest heaving.

The chime rings long and triumphant: 500 tokens. Just as the private show ends.

You stay and continue to rub, the show is over, but now you are desperate to cum.

Then—the sound of the sliding door. Faint but definite. The sound snaps you back, a rush of embarrassment flooding through you as you realize, as if waking from a dream, where you are and what you are doing. It feels inexplicably like cheating—sneaky, private, even though you know I’d love hearing every filthy detail and love catching you like this even more. But the secrecy of it, the solo tease just for him, makes your cheeks flush both giddy and embarrassed. Heart pounding, you turn the camera back to the bed and crawl under the covers, phone in hand, trying to steady your breath, excitement mixing with a fresh wave of arousal at the close call.

The show goes well, my surprise at finding you already plugged and wet escalates into a rough— if quick— finish. We gain a few followers, and some donations, the largest from bigdaddyx, with a winking emoji after seeing your hidden toy.

After the show, you lay nestling into my chest in a soft afterglow, but your mind is already drifting, tangled in the private pre-show that started it all.

the way you presented yourself while he watched and guided your every move. A flicker of guilt twists in your gut. It wasn’t cheating—not really, but the secrecy of it, the rushed scramble to hide when you heard my approach… it lingers like a dirty secret. Your face heats against my chest as you replay it in your mind. Was it the vulnerability of performing alone? The way his commands felt personal, possessive, even through the screen? A warm tingle gathers between your legs as the certainty that you will do it again settles into your mind.

You want it again. That forbidden edge—the close call, the thrill of almost getting caught—has your pussy clenching again, fresh wetness stirring despite your exhaustion .

You imagine me catching you in the act, watching my eyes darken with hunger as I discover you. How I will “punish” you playfully for being “such a bad girl.” The guilt flips into arousal, a hot, twisted knot low in your belly, making you squeeze your thighs together.

I feel you shift against me .

“ I liked your little secret, ” I say softly, thumb circling your hip.

You nod, “Yeah… I was just thinking about that.”

“You should do that on a normal night,” I say, squeezing your ass.

“Maybe I will,” you say, glancing to the mirror beside the bed.

Scrolling through TikTok while lying in bed, you hear a voice from my phone.

“ 5 side hustles for the New Year. “ The voice says and cuts short as I scroll to the next video.

“You don’t want to make more money this year,” you ask.

“Not some TikTok side hustle,” I say and continue to scroll. You turn off your phone and set it on the nightstand.

“Can we do sexy Sunday tomorrow instead?” You ask. “I’ll wear the stretchy underwear you like.”

“Of course,” I say and place my phone on the nightstand.

“ We will have more sex in the New Year.” You say, leaning over to kiss me.

“More Sex and a side hustle. Got it. “ I say, winking and kiss your head.

The next night after your shower, you put on the thong you promised to wear. As the you slide them on, you pull and stretch the sides the way you imagine I will later. You picture the way I will wrap them around my cock and use them to stroke myself next to you, your hand twisting the fabric to mimic the feeling.

You grab a soft, thin shirt and pull it on over your head and shoulders . It brushes against your nipples, and they press against the fabric from within. A small shiver runs throughout your body as you hop into bed and throw the covers over yourself.

You grab your phone and begin to scroll when a message appears.

Lay on your stomach under the covers.

You open the message and begin to type.

“Now? ” you type and begin to pull up the blanket.

“Yes.”

You pull the blanket over your head, resting on your elbows, and continue to type.

“OK.”

Soon you hear my footsteps as I enter the room and walk to the foot of the bed. There are a few small sounds that you cannot quite place, and your mind races to try and figure out what I am doing and what I have in store for you tonight.

You lie there on your stomach, phone glowing faintly under the covers, heart already picking up speed from the simple command. The room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric and those mysterious little sounds from the foot of the bed—something clicking lightly, a faint electronic beep, the quiet shift of weight on the mattress as I move around you.

You type again, thumbs quick: “What are you doing?”

The noise stops and I reply : “You’ll find out soon. Stay just like that. Don’t peek.”

Another small shiver runs down your spine. You press your cheek into the pillow, ass slightly raised, propped on your elbows, the thin stretchy underwear already riding up a little between your cheeks. The fabric feels cool and tight against your skin, and you can’t help shifting your hips just enough to feel it pull snugger against you.

You hear me move closer, then the mattress dips at your feet. Soft fingers brush the blanket at your ankles, and suddenly cool air kisses your legs as I slowly peel the covers up your body—inch by inch—until they rest just at the small of your back, leaving you exposed from the waist down, the thin shirt barely covering your ass, those promised panties stretched across your hips exactly the way you know I love.

“Still with me?” I text.

You type back, breathing already shallower: “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

A moment later, you feel my hands on the backs of your thighs—warm, deliberate—sliding upward until my thumbs hook under the waistband of your underwear. I tug gently, letting the elastic snap lightly against your skin, then drag the fabric back and forth teasingly.

You lie perfectly still on your stomach, my hands roaming slow and possessive—palms gliding over the curves of your ass, fingers tracing the elastic edges of those stretchy panties, dipping just enough under the fabric to feel the heat radiating from your skin without ever pulling them down.

You feel me squeeze one cheek firmly, then the other, kneading you and savoring every inch. My thumbs slide along the crease where thigh meets ass, pressing in gentle circles that make your hips twitch involuntarily. Every so often, I let my fingertips brush the damp center of your panties maddeningly lightly enough to remind you how wet you already are, but never enough to give real relief. You bite your lip, trying to stay quiet, but a soft whimper escapes anyway.

Your phone buzzes under your chest. You fumble for it blindly, heart thudding.

A new message with a blue hyperlink.

Another slow squeeze, this time both hands cupping your ass and spreading you just slightly, letting the fabric pull tight against your pussy. You feel the cool air kiss the newly exposed skin along the edges, and your clit throbs in response.

You tap the link.

At first, it’s just black, then suddenly brightens—it takes a moment to realize what you are seeing, but quickly, you recognize what you are seeing. The camera is positioned low at the foot of the bed, angled perfectly to capture everything from your feet up to the middle of your back. The blanket is still covering your head and shoulders, but your ass, the way the thin panties cling to your hips—it’s all on full display. My hands are in frame, one still kneading your right cheek while the other teases the straps of your panties.

You watch the little viewer counter in the corner; it lingers on 0 for a few seconds while my hands continue to explore, then. 1 and 2…

The number ticks up slowly at first—3, 5, 8—and with each new viewer, your pulse races faster. You can’t see their faces, can’t hear their voices, but you know they’re watching. Watching me tease you. Watching the way your hips rock just the tiniest bit into my touch, chasing more friction.

My fingers keep moving—never rough, never rushed. I slip my fingers into your panties, running my knuckles over the smooth skin. The counter jumps: 12… 15…

You feel the heat spreading across your chest, your nipples tight against the soft shirt. Every new number sends a fresh pulse straight to your core. You can feel the fabric begin to grow damp, making the stretchy material cling even more obscenely to your swollen lips. The number climbs into the twenties. 22… 24… and still climbing. I press my palm flat against your pussy through the panties, holding steady pressure but no movement, letting you grind against it if you want. You do. Just a little. A tiny, needy roll of your hips.

The viewer count hovers in the high 20s now, ticking steadily upward as more names blink into the chat window on your phone screen. You can’t look away, even though every new message sends a fresh wave of heat through your body.

The first few roll in soft and sweet:

Guest_4721: omg so sexy

SweetLover88: fuck look at that ass

GentleTouch99: I wish someone would tease my pussy like that right now… she’s so lucky.

You feel your cheeks flush as you read, a shy smile tugging at your lips even as your hips shift restlessly against my palm. The words feel like little sparks landing on your skin—flattering, hungry, but gentle enough to make you feel desired instead of objectified.

Then a slightly bolder one pops up:

HornyWatcher23: what a needy little slut. She needs her holes filled up.

Your breath hitches. The aggression in it shouldn’t turn you on like this, but it does. Your clit pulses hard against the damp fabric, and you press down just a little harder into my hand. As you read the next.

BigDaddyX: show me that little pussy already.

The command lands like a slap of heat straight between your legs. You whimper softly into the pillow, thighs trembling. You’re so wet now that you can feel it—slickness spreading, soaking through the thin stretchy material until a small, dark wet spot blooms visibly right at the center. The camera catches it perfectly; you know they can see it too.

The chat lights up a little more:

QuietFan: so fucking hot.

Then—a soft, distinct chime rings out from the laptop. A donation, just a few tokens, but the sound cuts through the quiet room like a promise.

My hand lifts and comes down in a light, playful smack on your ass. Not hard—just enough to make the flesh jiggle, and draw a surprised whimper from your lips.

Before you can catch your breath, my fingers hook the crotch of your panties and pull them firmly to the side.

You stare into the phone, there is only a slight delay and you watch as I reveal you to the camera for the first time. Your slick, swollen lips glistening under the laptop’s light, your clit peeking out, begging. The cool air hits your wetness and makes you clench instinctively, a tiny bead of arousal threatening to drip.

I hold the fabric pulled aside for five long, agonizing seconds—as the viewer count jumps from 29 to 34, and a flurry of new messages flood in:

Guest_4721: Holy shit, yes

HornyWatcher23: Finally… look at that pretty pink pussy

SweetLover88: Dripping already, fuck.

Then, just as slowly, I let the elastic snap back into place, covering you again. The sudden return of the tight, clinging fabric against you makes you moan low and needy into the pillow.

Another light squeeze of your ass, my thumb tracing the edge of the wet spot now darkening your panties.

The counter climbs: 38… 40…

The chat keeps humming, messages scrolling faster now as the viewer count pushes past 45. The compliments mix with hungrier demands, each one landing like fuel on the fire building low in your belly.

Admirer42: That wet spot is killing me… keep going

HornyWatcher23: Show us more, please

GentleTouch99: She’s so responsive, love it

Another soft chime—small donation, just a handful of tokens.

My hand comes down again: a quick, playful smack on the left cheek this time, the sound crisp in the quiet room. You gasp, ass jiggling, and before the sting fades, my fingers hook the crotch of your panties and pull them aside once again. This time I don’t just show—I rub. Two fingers glide slowly and deliberately over you, spreading your wetness, circling your swollen clit once, twice. You moan openly now, hips rocking back into my touch, chasing it. The camera catches every glistening detail and you watch and imagine them watching.

I pull my hand away and let the fabric snap back.

The counter jumps: 52… 54…

Another chime. Another small tip.

Smack—right cheek this time, a little firmer. Panties pulled aside again. My fingers return, rubbing longer this time, sliding up and down your slit, dipping just the tips inside you before retreating. You’re dripping steadily now, slick coating my fingers, a thin string of arousal clinging to your lips when I pull away. The wet spot on your panties has grown into a dark, obvious patch, clinging obscenely.

SweetLover88: fuck yes, rub that pretty pussy

BigDaddyX: she’s soaked… take them off already

Chime. Chime. Two more small donations in quick succession.

Smack. Smack. Each one punctuated by my fingers teasing you open, rubbing firmer, faster—enough to make your thighs tremble, your moans turn breathy and desperate. The viewer count hits 68.

Then—a longer, deeper chime rings out. A bigger donation. The sound feels like it vibrates through your whole body.

I don’t hesitate. My hands slide to your hips, fingers hooking under the waistband of your panties. Slowly, deliberately, I peel them down your thighs, past your knees, off your ankles. You feel the cool air rush over your completely bare pussy, exposed and glistening for everyone watching.

As the fabric slips free, you move—instinctively, eagerly—pushing up onto your knees, arching your back, sticking your ass high and out toward the camera. Legs spread just enough, presenting yourself fully: wet, swollen, ready. Your shirt slides up your back. You’re on full display now, and the chat explodes.

Guest_4721: YES!!

HornyWatcher23: That’s it, present that pussy like a good girl.

I let the soaked panties drop onto the bed beside you , the dark wet spot stark against the sheets. My hands return—palming your ass, spreading you wider, thumbs brushing your slick lips, teasing without pushing in. You whimper, rocking back, begging silently for more.

Then my weight shifts. The mattress dips, then lifts. I stand, stepping out of frame.

You feel the sudden absence—my hands gone, the warmth of my body gone. You wiggle your ass side to side for the camera, a needy little show, hips swaying, pussy clenching visibly with every movement. The viewer count climbs faster: 75… 82…

You hear my footsteps moving around the room—slow, deliberate—opening a drawer, the soft rustle of something being gathered. Your heart pounds, anticipation twisting tight in your core.

Then I’m back. The mattress dips again as I kneel beside you. A quiet thud as I tip the contents of the toy box onto the bed next to your discarded, dripping panties.

The chat lights up again, messages flying:

Admirer42: Yes, toys!!

BigDaddyX: fuck her with something big.

SweetLover88: Make her moan.

You stay arched on your knees, ass presented high, pussy slick and exposed, the low hum of anticipation filling the room along with the soft, constant scroll of the chat. The toys lie in a tempting heap beside your discarded, soaked panties—a thick dildo, vibrator, plug, and more—all waiting.

My fingers are back on you first, stroking slowly and possessively. I trace your swollen lips, dip just inside your entrance, then circle your clit with feather-light pressure—enough to keep you trembling, dripping, but never enough to push you toward release. I pick up the thick, clear dildo, dragging it teasingly across your skin and lightly patting it against your ass and pussy.

The viewer count ticks higher: 105… 108…

The chat lights up with eagerness:

HornyWatcher23: fuck her with that big dildo.

BigDaddyX: Slide it in deep, make her take every inch.

Then—a clear, long chime rings out. A solid donation, and attached to it, the message flashes on screen for all to see:

SweetLover88 tipped 50 tokens: fuck her slow and deep with it.

You read the chat and watch as I slide the head up and down across your clit, then press the fat, stiff head against your hole and ease it in—inch by deliberate inch. You moan, your hips rocking back to meet it. The camera captures everything: the way your pussy lips part around the veined shaft, how you clench and flutter as I work it deeper, then pull back almost all the way out before sliding in again, slow and deep just like they asked.

Guest_4721: yes. fuck look at her take it.

GentleTouch99: She’s loving that big dick.

The dildo glistens with your wetness now, sliding easier with every thrust. I keep the pace steady, letting the chat see how your body responds—how your back arches and you press back against it.

Another chime—

HornyWatcher23 tipped 20 tokens: Now the vibrator—high, right on her clit while the dildo’s still in.

I push the full length deep into you, holding it firm as I grab the wand. The moment I flick it on, the deep hum fills the room.

I press the rounded head firmly against your clit, no teasing, just deep vibrations. Your whole body jolts, a sharp, desperate moan ripping from your throat as the intense vibration shoots through you.

The double sensation hits hard—fullness inside you, relentless buzzing on your swollen clit. You press against the wand but remain perfectly still, letting the sensations melt into you . The viewer count surges: 118… 125… and there is a shower of smaller donations as the chat senses your growing climax.

BigDaddyX: She’s gonna come so hard like that.

Admirer42: Keep going, don’t stop.

The wand hums relentlessly against your clit, high and unyielding, while the thick dildo sits buried within you. Your thighs begin to shake lightly, muscles tensing and releasing in frantic rhythm as the orgasm coils tighter and tighter in your core, so close you can taste it.

The viewer count still climbing.

135… 140…

the chat a blur of fire emojis, hearts, and desperate pleas:

HornyWatcher23: Don’t let her come yet.

Admirer42: Edge her harder, fuck.

BigDaddyX: She’s right there, make her beg.

Your whole body is trembling, hips grinding involuntarily against the wand and the toy, chasing that final push. You’re right on the brink—clenching hard around the dildo, and throbbing under the vibration, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

Then—chime cuts through everything. Not just any tip. A big one. The biggest so far. The sound seems to echo in the room, and the message attached flashes bright on the screen:

BigDaddyX tipped 200 tokens: STOP everything. Take away her toys and spank her desperate ass and pussy. No coming yet.

The instant the donation registers, I remove the wand. The sudden absence of vibration makes you whimper in frustrated protest. Then the dildo—slowly, torturously—slides out inch by inch, leaving you clenching around nothing.

You whine, quiet and desperate, ass still high, pussy twitching visibly for the camera.

My hand caresses your ass, then lifts and comes down first on your right cheek—not hard but firm. The unexpected sting makes you jolt forward. Then the left only slightly harder. Again. And again. Each small smack growing ever so slightly in intensity, turning your perfect white skin a light pink, the heat blooming beneath.

The smacks stop, and I begin to caress you again before beginning to pat your aching pussy.

The small wet slaps make you lift slightly with each impact, sending shockwaves through your aroused clit; you whimper.

The sting mixes with the lingering buzz from the wand, turning pain into something filthy and electric. You have closed your eyes, but you open them again to read the frenzied chat.

SweetLover88: fuck yes, look at her turn pink.

Guest_4721: She’s dripping everywhere.

HornyWatcher23: spank that clit again.

I pause, hand resting warm and possessive on your burning ass, thumb brushing teasingly over the reddened skin.

The viewer count hits 165. The donation chime sounding again and again—smaller ones now, but frequent, egging us on.

Your body is still trembling from the spanking—ass and pussy flushed a deep, glowing pink, skin hot under my palm. The sting lingers, mixing with the desperate ache between your legs, every nerve raw and screaming for more. A thin trail of wetness shines down your inner thigh for the camera.

The viewer count holds steady at 172, chat still buzzing with praise and filthy encouragement.

I lean down slowly, lips brushing the heated curve of your right cheek first, placing soft, gentle kisses over the reddened skin. Then the left. I take my time, pressing warm, open-mouthed kisses along every spot my hand just marked, soothing the burn while keeping you on edge. My tongue flicks out occasionally, tracing light circles, tasting the faint salt of your skin. You sigh, a soft, relieved sound, body relaxing just a fraction into the mattress as the tenderness contrasts everything that came before.

My hands stay gentle, stroking your thighs, cupping your ass, thumbs spreading you just enough to keep your pussy and tight little hole on display without pushing anything further. I kiss lower, letting my breath ghost over your sensitive skin.

Then—a new large chime. The message pops up:

HornyWatcher23 tipped 75 tokens: Don’t just kiss her ass… tongue that tight little hole.

The words flash across your phone screen under the blanket. You whimper at the sound of the tip, already knowing what’s coming.

I don’t make you wait. My hands spread you wider, thumbs pulling at each cheek. I lean in, hot breath first, then the flat of my tongue—slow, wet, dragging from the base of your pussy all the way up over your hole in one long, deliberate lick. You gasp, hips jerking forward then back, chasing more.

I circle the rim teasingly, then press the tip of my tongue inside, pushing in just enough to make you feel the intrusion. You moan softly, body melting forward as I work deeper—slow, slick thrusts of my tongue, fucking into you gently while my thumbs keep you spread.

SweetsLover88: fuck yes eat that ass

Admirer42: look at her pushing back for it

GentleTouch99: she loves it so much

Your moans turn into needy little cries, hips rocking in tiny circles, trying to take more of my tongue. I keep going—lapping, probing, swirling—until you’re shaking again, pussy dripping fresh onto the sheets.

Another chime—The message appears:

BigDaddyX tipped 150 tokens: Put her pretty little plug in now. Make her take it while she’s still needy.

I pull back just enough to reach the pile of toys. My fingers close around the glass plug.

I press the cool, pointed tip against your slicked hole. You tense for a second, then relax on a long exhale as I start to ease it in and out with slow, steady pressure, the plug stretches you, filling you up while the camera catches every moment: and you watch as your ass slowly yields, the slight quiver of your thighs, the way your pussy clenches in sympathy.

Finally, it pulls tight and with a half moan, half gasp, your body shudders as the plug seats fully, the jeweled base nestled snug between your cheeks. I give the base a gentle tap, making it jiggle, and you whimper, hips rocking instinctively.

My hand slides down to cup your pussy again, fingers gliding through your wetness, thumb brushing your clit in slow circles while the plug keeps you deliciously full.

The viewer count jumps: 190… 195…

My voice, low and rough for the mic:

“Look at you, baby—plugged and dripping, taking everything they want. They’re not done with you yet.”

You stay arched on your knees, ass presented high and out, the jeweled plug glistening between your cheeks, every subtle shift sending ripples of fullness through your core. A small trickle runs down your thighs from the earlier teasing, spanking, and toys, the slickness shining under the bedroom light for the camera. Viewer count holds at 205, the chat a frenzy of new followers, small donations, and bold demands.

My hands roam your back gently, thumbs tracing your spine under the thin shirt, keeping you on that delicious edge—

A soft chime sounds up, not massive but noticeable.

FootFan92: Damn, her feet look so sexy right now

The words catch you off guard, a flush creeping up your neck. You’ve never thought much about your feet that way—neither have I—but the comment lingers, sparking a curious heat. The chat picks up on it, but FootFan92 keeps going, dominating the thread.

Then—a deeper chime, a solid 150-token donation:

FootFan92 tipped 150 tokens: Suck her toes!!!

I shift behind you without a word, my hand sliding down your leg to lift one foot gently. The camera angles to catch it as I bring your toes to my lips. You feel the warm, press of my lips first—soft kisses across the tips of your toes before taking one in my mouth, my tongue swirling slowly and deliberately. It’s new, unexpected, but the sensation tingles straight up your leg, a mix of ticklish warmth and something deeper, more intimate. You gasp, toes flexing instinctively against my tongue as I suck gently, moving to the next one, the slight pull making your arch tense and release. It’s oddly arousing, the vulnerability of it all, and you find yourself moaning softly, hips rocking just a bit as the pleasure surprises you.

Another chime follows quickly.

FootFan92 tipped 150 tokens: Lick the soles of her feet.

I release your toes, my tongue trailing down to the ball of your foot, then flattening against your sole. You feel the hot, slick glide—slow, deliberate licks from heel to toes, my breath warm against your skin. It’s sensitive there, a shivery mix of tickle and tease that makes your calves tense, but as I lap firmer, tracing the arch, it turns into a buzzing heat that pools low in your belly. You’ve never explored this, but the sensation builds, making your pussy clench around nothing, and your ass squeeze the smooth glass . You bite your lip, enjoying the strange thrill more than you’d expect, a soft whimper escaping as I switch to the other foot, repeating the long, worshipful strokes.

FootFan92 tipped 200 tokens: now Smack the bottoms of her feet with your cock.

I stand taller behind you, my free hand guiding your ankle up slightly while the other pulls my cock from my waistband and begins to pat against your now damp sole. It’s novel, a bit shocking, but the contact—my hardness against your sensitive skin—stirs something deep, making you arch higher, toes curling with each impact.

After a few pats, you feel the thick, throbbing length of my cock sliding along your skin. My hand wraps over it, trapping my shaft snug between my palm and the sensitive bottom of your foot. The pressure is intimate, possessive, my fingers gripping tight as I start to thrust slowly and deliberately.

The sensation hits you like nothing before—velvety hardness gliding back and forth against the sensitive arch of your foot. The friction builds heat with every stroke. It’s strangely erotic, the vulnerability of your foot being used this way, the rhythmic press sending unexpected jolts up your leg to your core. Your toes flex involuntarily, curling around the edge of my hand.

BigSpenderXXX tipped 300 tokens: Enough teasing—fuck her already. Pound that pussy hard.

I release your foot with a final, lingering stroke, letting it drop back to the bed. You hear me stand, the mattress creaking as I grab the camera from the foot of the bed—handheld now, angled for an intimate POV. This new view will be raw, up close: your arched back, spread thighs, plugged ass, and dripping pussy begging.

I position myself behind you and guide you to the edge of the bed . You watch as I drag the tip of my cock up and down across your slit teasing before pressing myself into you. In one slow, smooth motion, I bury myself inside you, savoring the view that I know you and 200 others are watching.

You cry out, the sudden fullness overwhelming—cock filling your pussy while the plug presses against it within you, stuffed beyond belief. I begin to thrust slowly at first but quickly escalate hard and relentless with the excitement and the view of your little holes filled up so nicely, your wetness coating my shaft, your clit peeking swollen and needy, moans spilling from your lips louder now. The sensations crash over you—deep, pounding friction hitting every spot, the plug amplifying it all into electric waves that make your thighs quake and toes curl against the sheets.

HornyWatcher23: Finally—look at her take that dick

BigDaddyX: Pound her harder, make her scream.

FootFan92: Don’t forget those feet later ;)

You arch higher under my relentless thrusts, the POV camera capturing every obscene detail—every stroke hits that sweet spot inside while the plug presses back, building pressure like a storm. Your moans turn ragged, your body trembling as the sensations coil tighter, your clit throbbing untouched but aching from the friction.

Suddenly, it hits—a small, sharp orgasm ripples through you. Just enough to make your pussy flutter and clench hard around me. You gasp, a soft cry escaping as ripples of pleasure wash over you. It’s quick, electric but not the release you needed. Your clit is desperate to be touched and know that’s what you need for the strong orgasm you crave.

Admirer42: So hot, keep going!!!

BigDaddyX: Did she just cum?

A flurry of donations and new follower chimes in rapid succession—10s, 20s, 50s piling up, the sounds blending into a symphony of approval. I escalate, thrusts coming harder, faster. My free hand grips your hip tighter, pulling you back onto me, your ass rippling with every impact. You cry out louder, the small orgasm’s aftershocks blending into the building crest of something bigger, your body surrendering completely.

Just as you’re teetering on the edge again, I pull free and stroke myself against your waiting pussy.The head of my cock grazes across your clit. My cock throbs covering your lips and clit, marking you with my cum. Each spurt pulses against your clit and the tip of my cock grinds against you as I finish onto you.

There is a moment’s pause as I replace the camera to its stand and shift back to your side before my fingers dive in again, rubbing in hard and fast over your cum-smeared clit, circling with firm pressure against the thick, slick mess. The friction is intense, relentless and quickly pushes you over the brink. Your whole body seizes as a massive orgasm crashes through you, my hands unrelenting as waves of pleasure pulse through you.

You spray against my cupped hand as I continue to rub, splashing back onto your thighs. It drips down my fingers, trickling along your legs in glistening trails that soak the sheets below. The plug threatens to push free from your ass but I grab its jeweled base and work it in and out, fucking your ass in rhythm with your orgasm and drawing out each wave of release.

A shower of donations accompanies your climax, the chimes ringing out in a nearly constant string—ding after ding overlapping like applause while hearts and flames flood the chat.

HornyWatcher23: HOLY FUCK THAT WAS HOT.

BigDaddyX: I’m up next!

Admirer422: Omg 😍 when’s the next show?!?!

Rising from the bed, I grab the phone, turn off the camera, and type out a banner that appears on the now black screen :

Thank you all for watching and donating to our first show. Follow in case we do another!

I slide into bed beside you, pulling you close. You turn to face me, finally peeling the covers away from your head. Our eyes meet in the dim light, and I raise my eyebrows questioningly with a sly smile. You smile back shyly with the full realization of everything that just happened. Your leg drapes over my hip instinctively, warm and heavy, and my hand grasps and kneads your ass, massaging the flushed curves gently.

“Well?” I finally ask.

“I liked it .”

“ I see that,” I say, grinning and slipping my hand between your legs to confirm the wet proof of your enjoyment.

You squirm, too sensitive now for any new touch, and I return my hand to your ass and chuckle lightly.

“It’s a good start to our New Year’s resolution.” I say with a slight pause. “More sex and a side hustle, right?” I say and tug gently at the plug to punctuate the idea. You press into me again to avoid the stimulation.

“How much did we make ? ” you ask, picking up the phone again and scrolling through the post-show metrics.

“4800 coins and 15 new followers,” I say, doing the same on my phone. “About $250.”

“Crazy,” you say and begin to put down the phone when a private message pops up.

Admirer422: Are you going to make your replays available to your subscribers or for sale ? I need to rewatch that show.

Then another.

GentleTouch99: When is the next show? Do you do privates?

( I have written many of these stories for my wife, so they are always in a strange simi-second hand perspective, with her as the main character and me the narrator. If this style of writing isn’t too jarring to read let me know and I will post more. There is also some formatting issues especially with the bolded text messages . I usually use different colors to indicate who is talking that wasn’t pulled over. )

As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the sandy shores of Hawaii the cast and crew of your latest reality dating show, “ Pleasure In Paradise” begin to wrap up their work for the day. The set, nestled between swaying palm trees and sparkling blue waters, hums with activity as equipment is packed away and the day’s footage is reviewed.

It’s the same scene every day: impossibly attractive singles parading around in scanty swimsuits, steamy confessionals and forbidden hook-ups under the tropical moonlight. The show is designed to push boundaries—temptation at every corner, endless sexual tension manufactured for ratings, but no one needs to fake it; the contestants’ desire for each other is obvious, raw, and constant.

You’ve spent days surrounded by it—the lingering looks, muscular bodies, the teasing games by the pool. Watching them flirt, touch, and flaunt themselves, even for the cameras, has stirred something inside you. It’s impossible not to feel it—the heat, the tension, the pulse between your legs growing stronger by the hour.

Now, as the day’s work winds down, you can’t help but feel worked up yourself. You’ve been good, keeping it professional, but the craving for release has been simmering just beneath the surface.

Needing a cold drink—and maybe something to take the edge off you decide to head back to the hotel bar where you’re staying.

As you enter the dimly lit bar, a soft hum of conversation greets you. The atmosphere is warm and inviting, the scent of exotic flowers and ocean breezes wafting through the open windows. Taking a seat at the short side of the bar you browse the menu briefly before ordering a spicy margarita.

Across the bar, you notice two men from production chatting at a table near the open-air windows. One, is a tall and muscular guy with a deep, hearty laugh that you can hear from across the room. He has short-cropped, dark hair and a mischievous glint in his eyes. The other man you have briefly met. Jake, is of average height and build, with curly, sandy blond hair and a captivating smile. They seem to be engaged in a spirited debate about something, but you can't quite make out the details.

Your body still buzzes with leftover tension from set—the slow-motion shots of tanned skin, the “accidental” brushes of bodies in the water, the heat of watching all that flirtation unfold. It’s left you needy, restless, and eager for a little flirtation of your own.

You pull out your phone, sipping your drink as you text me:

“We just wrapped for the day. I’m getting a drink at the bar. How’s everything at home?”

Setting down your phone , you glance back at the men but quickly return your attention to the screen as it buzzes with my reply.

“All good here… about to get in the shower. How was your day?”

You replay the scenes from the day in your head. Recalling a particularly spicy love triangle between a woman and two of the men on the show.

“ It was good.” It’s so pretty here and it’s really cool to be on set for a change”

“ yeah I bet”

“that sounds awesome”

You stare at the screen for a moment, chewing your lip, slightly embarrassed by what you want to say but lingering ache between your thighs makes the decision for you.

“Being around all these beautiful people flirting all day definitely rubs off on you.

You hit send glancing nervously around the bar and back at the two men chatting nearby.

“Oh yeah?

How?”.

Your pulse quickens, your thighs pressing together under the barstool as the memories from set replay again like a montage—the slow kisses, whispered confessions, those teasing touches.

“Just watching them”

“all the tension gets me excited. “

There’s a longer pause this time. Your drink sweats on the bar beside you, condensation trailing down the glass as you stare at the screen, waiting for a reply.

“I like that.”

“ Want to play later?”

“you’re naughty when you drink 😈**”**

You smile to yourself and you begin to respond when you notice Jake beside you.

“Did I catch you in the middle of something?”he asks and gestures to the empty seat beside you.

“ no” you say flipping your phone down as He slides onto the stool next to you, his smile growing even brighter.

“I saw you from across the bar and couldn’t let you sit alone,” he says, his voice friendly and genuine as he settles onto the stool beside you. “How are you holding up after such a long couple days?” “You’re a rockstar, huh?”

You smile, appreciating the compliment. “I’m good.” You say “but I’ll definitely be having a few of these” you say lifting your glass “ how about you?”

“Yes ma’am” he says lifting his glass. You clink yours against his and set it back on the table.

“ can’t complain about this place though right?” “The beach, the drinks, half-naked people everywhere.” Sometimes I forget im here for work and not pleasure.

“Yeah that’s definitely easy to do in a place like this, watching people like that” you say.

“Yeah , and it definitely rubs off on everyone on set after a while the talent the staff. I’ve worked a few of these type shows and Some of the crew hookups you hear about are crazier than the ones on the show. “

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? Like what?” You ask playfully.

He chuckles, swirling his drink. “Let’s just say I’ve heard some stories… Long days, paradise, all that sexual tension floating around—people get bold.”

You smile and wonder if he can see your slight blush , as you feel a little heat creep up your neck. The atmosphere has been charged lately it’s impossible to ignore—the way the contestants eye each other, the whispered hookups off-camera, the brazen flirting happening just out of frame. It’s not surprising if the crew’s caught up in it too.

Jake’s questions drift more personal, his smile lingering longer, his touches more casual but deliberate—a hand brushing your arm, his knee gently bumping yours beneath the bar.

“You get naughty when you drink…” you think to yourself remembering the text I sent earlier. You pick up your phone and thumb over the new unread message

“I just got out of the shower. Still want to play ?”

Your cheeks flush as you reread the message, pulse quickening at the thought. You quickly type back, glancing at Jake to make sure he hasn’t noticed .

“Sure, I’m still at the bar though .”

You reply and flip your phone face down again trying to focus as Jake begins telling one hookup stories he heard on a previous set. The story only fuels the little fire between your legs and your mind keeps circling back to that text. “ you’re naughty when you drink.”

As his story winds down, he leans in closer, voice. “Alright, your turn. After everything we’ve seen on set—all the balcony sneak-offs, shower confessions, beach hookups… what’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done somewhere like this?”

You blush, thinking back on your past experiences, Images flood through your imagination, on the beach, in front of the window, on the balcony. Then you begin to tell the kayak story. How we rowed to a secluded beach in the middle of the day and hooked up as boats passed on the horizon.

Jake's eyes widen in surprise, clearly impressed by your adventurous spirit. "That’s a good one ," he says, his voice low and sultry. “ we’ll have to add that one to the list ."

“We have a list now?” You ask questioningly.

“ haha I just meant the list of stories I’ve heard”… “but sure. we can have a list.”

you laugh at his bold suggestion as his hand falls from the bar to rest on your exposed knee, the feeling sends shivers up your spine. The flirtatious energy that has been building the last two days finally solidifying into a touch

“ what did you have in mind ” he says your knee still resting in his palm, his fingers brushing slightly along the side of your leg. The sensation sends a thrill of excitement through you, and you find yourself caught up in the moment. You laugh, trying to play it cool. You are both flattered and a little flustered by his forwardness.

"What did I have in mind?!?” You say playfully

“You’re the one that brought up a list not me.”

Despite the exhilaration you feel in response to his touch, the text still lingers in the back of your mind, and a small guilt begins to creep in, you know you should take a step back. But you enjoy the attention and feel pinned to the chair by his hand .

His fingers begin to inch up your leg as you continue to talk, both of you trying not to acknowledge what is happening beneath the table. Soon he reaches the hem of your short dress. you are frozen with anticipation desperately wanting and not wanting this to stop but they continue up your leg. the conversation becomes slow and disjointed as both of you focus on the hidden game below the table.

Just as the tips of his fingers reach the edge of your panties. your phone begins to buzz on the bar. You turn it over and see that it is me calling.

“ one second” you say and slide from your barstool

“it’s my husband, I’ll be right back”

Jake leans back, easygoing. “Take your time.”

You walk through the large doors and begin to answer the call but the ringing stops then a message appears.

“Just making sure you’re okay.”

“Still at the bar? “

“Yeah sorry, I’m fine”

“just sitting at the bar with a guy from production”

you say and send with a mixture of guilt and relief.

“ ohh, your on a date huh. How is it going?”

You read and smile at my openness.

“ pretty good actually lol ”

you say feeling a bit safer now. Then continue to type

“ he has kind of been flirting with me and he just put his hand on my knee.”

You stare at the typed message and debate deleting but hit send. You stare at the screen nervously waiting for a response. Then you start to type again.

“Right when you called he was trying to slide his hand under my dress. “

“I was going to stop him but I froze. “

You watch the bubbles again waiting for my response.

“Stop him?!? I thought you said you wanted to play tonight?

“ Take off your panties and go back to the bar like a good girl.”

“Have fun 😘**”**

Trouble.

Im not the one getting felt up at a bar.

You bite your lip as you read the message. Then walk back through the door with butterfly’s in your stomach.

Walking back you grab your bag hanging from the seat back.

“ I’m sorry if. “ Jake begins but you interrupt him.

“don’t be sorry, I’ll be right back and we can figure out that list” you say with a devious smile and walk to the bathroom.

Inside, you quickly touch up your makeup, slip off your panties and place them in your bag. You take out your phone and gathering up the front of your dress snap a picture in the mirror of your exposed body. You send the picture with the caption

“like this?”

And wait for the reply.

“Mhm, perfect. ”

You place the phone back in your bag and walk from the bathroom.

As you return to the bar, your heart races with nervous excitement. You can't believe what you're doing, but the mix of the forbidden encounter with confidence of my approval carries you back to your seat at the bar.

You pull your chair a bit closer and sit back down next to him, his smile brightens as he notices your return.

"Welcome back," he says, his voice filled with curiosity and intrigue. "Everything okay with your husband."

“Well … ” you say looking around and leaning a bit closer. “ I told him you were flirting with me and that you had started to put your hand under my dress.

“And what did he say?"

You pause for a moment, gathering your courage before responding.

"He told me to take off my panties and come back to the bar," you admit, your cheeks flushing even more. "He wanted me to play along ."

A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he takes in this new information.

"Really? “ he says, clearly intrigued by the unexpected turn of events.

His hand finds its way back to your knee as you speak . This time as his fingers slowly slide up tour leg you open them ever so slightly as they slip under the hem of your dress once again . With every subtle touch, your heart races faster, and you find yourself completely caught in the moment.

His fingers continue to explore, inching further under your dress against the soft skin of your inner thigh. You shudder with the sensation but open your legs a bit and wider and shift closer to him.

“So I went to the restroom, took them off and sent him a photo in the mirror.” You say.

Jake's fingers slowly and deliberately make their way further up your thigh, stopping just short of where your panties would have been. You feel a shiver of anticipation run through you, the thrill of the situation intensifying with each passing moment. He caresses the soft skin that should be covered.

“ can I see it?” he says

You pick up your phone and he leans closer as you open your photos and tap the picture just as his fingers finally reach your lips.

“fuck” he says softly as he begins to rub, spreading your wetness across and over your clit. You want to moan with pleasure but you hold it. Setting the phone down on the counter and picking up your sweating glass.

As the pleasure mounts, your phone suddenly buzzes on the bar counter, momentarily startling both you both. His hand freezes momentarily and he glances at the phone with a mixture of curiosity and concern. You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure, and pick up the phone.

“How’s tour date? “

You pick up the phone, a welcome excuse to do anything with your hands, your fingers trembling slightly as you type.

“ he is teasing me under the bar right now.”

you write, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I’m so nervous but so wet. “

You hit send, holding your breath as you await my response. In the meantime, Jake's fingers resume their delicate dance, reigniting the pleasure that had been momentarily interrupted. Slowly he slides his finger inside you and massages your Clit with his thumb. You reach down and grab his forearm pressing back against his fingers and rocking imperceptibly back and forth.

Your phone buzzes again and you look to the screen.

I want you to save your cum for me tonight.

Let it build but don’t cum for him. Not yet.

As you read the message, a mix of relief and excitement washes over you as Jake's fingers continue their teasing, heightening your arousal.

He notices the change in your expression and the intensity in your gaze.

"What did he say?" he asks, his voice thick with curiosity.

You turn the screen and show him the message. He reads his expression a blend of surprise and excitement. He nods, understanding the rules of the game.

"Well, then," he says, a devilish grin spreading across his face “ should we get out of here?”

“Yeah” you say the anticipation building inside you. Standing, you finish your drink and walk together from the bar into the cool night air. You walk silently beside one another , the tension bubbling between you until you reach a door labeled “ stairs” on the side of the hotel.

You swipe your keycard and you find yourselves in a dimly lit stairwell,the low light and secluded atmosphere intensifying the sense of excitement and urgency.

Leading the way, you ascend the stairs, feeling his presence close behind you. You can feel the tension between you growing as you climb until you reach a landing between floors, he reaches out and grabs your wrist before you can begin the next set of stairs. you turn to face him and he closes the distance between you pressing you back against the wall, his body warm and strong against yours.

As he leans in your lips hover inches From his, sharing heavy, rushed breaths . his hands begin to roam your body, fueling the fire within you. You respond eagerly, your fingers grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer.

Reaching down you unbuckle his belt and plunge your hand into his pants quickly finding and stroking his shaft . He reaches back beneath your dress, he fabric draped on either side of his forearm as he gropes and rubs your wetness.

You pull his cock from his waistband admiring its weight and size in your hand momentary before dropping down and taking the tip into your mouth. Eagerly you stroke him while you bob back and forth on his cock, your free hand slipping below your dress and rubbing desperately at your swollen Clit. Slowly you push yourself deeper and deeper, your spit covering his shaft and making it slide more easily into your dirty mouth.

You hear his soft moans grow louder as you take more and more of him into your throat, holding him there for seconds at a time while you pleasure yourself then slide free and gasp lightly for air. You look into his eyes, wild with Desire, open your mouth and stick out your tongue the way I tell you to when I want you to cum.

As your tongue slips from your mouth your pussy throbs with anticipation.

“ don’t cum ” you think, unsure if you can resist.

The image of your outstretched tongue ignites something within him and he pulls you up by your shoulders and spins you around, placing one hand on your back, he bends you forward over the guard rail and pulls your dress up to lay draped across your back .

For a moment there is nothing as you wait and stare down the spiraling stairwell while he stares at your bared ass, then the tip of his cock, teasing, Slides up and down once, then fills your wet waiting hole. You gasp as he presses into you.

Reaching around he begins to play with your clit as he pumps deep inside you. The combination of sensations and the exposed location make you want yo scream and holding the scream makes you want to cum. “Im going to cum” you think, resisting the climax but beginning to leak down the inside of tour leg. He continues and you struggle, but just as you begin to loose control an echo of the door latch below explodes up the stairwell and you both freeze, then rush to gather yourselves as voices and footsteps rise from below.

Giggling and slightly breathless, you exit the stairwell and make your way to the elevator. you step inside, your heart still pounding from the close call and press your floor number. He stands slightly behind you, his hand running down the small of your back and over your ass. The doors close and you reach back and you rub the bulge in his pants.

Soon the elevator reaches your floor, and you quickly make your way to your room, looking though your wallet for your keycard as you approach.

Opening the door and Stepping inside, You turn and face him. He closers the door behind him and steps into the room to meet you. Avoiding any small talk you quickly grab and begin to undo his belt. In response his hands caress your hips. You pull at the button and zipper and slide your hand into his waistband finding him stiff and ready.

You pull his cock from his boxers his pants falling to the floor. You him under handed stepping closer and beginning to massage his balls with your free hand.

He reaches out grabbing the bottom of your dress. “ let me see ” he says gathering your dress until it reveals your pussy. “So pretty” he says staring down to your smooth ivory mound.

He steps forward, pressing your back against the closed bathroom door the same way he had in the stairwell.

You stand on your tip toes pinned against the door stroking him until the tip of his cock presses against your clit. With each stroke your hand taps your excited pussy sending waves of pleasure rippling down your legs. you hold and press harder against him trying to dull and control the sensation still desperately trying not to cum. Slowly you begin to rub the tip of his cock over your Clit, Unable to stop yourself, rocking your hips and grinding yourself against him. He smiles as he notices you breaking, loosing control and giving in.

“I need him to cum” you think and imagine him pulsing his cum over your clit, shivering with pleasure at the vision .

You begin to drop to your knees, knowing you can’t resist your building orgasm but as you do he holds you in place and reaches between your legs. You squirm as he begins to rub you.

“ I’m not supposed to cum” you whimper quietly.

“Do you want me to stop” he asks

“No” you whisper desperately as you hump lightly at his hand.

“Good” he says reaching up with his free hand and sliding the straps of your dress and bra from your shoulders then pulling them down exposing your breasts.

You put your hands back against the door giving in to his touch. He rubs faster at your clit as he gropes your breasts and within seconds you feel yourself tipping then crashing over the edge.

Your knees begin to buckle as waves of orgasm pulse through you. Your hands search for something to steady your shaking legs. You grasp the door handle and It swings gently open, the momentum carrying you both into the small bathroom.

You brace yourself against the counter. Trying to recover from the intense, overwhelming pleasure as he steps behind you, lifts your dress and sinks himself into you. This new sensation of him filling you is a welcome change to the relentless fingers at your clit and you begin to moan as he thrusts into you.

Soon his slow, rhythmic pounding becomes hypnotic, Your muscles relaxing and any willingness to resist melting away , as long as he keeps this rhythm, you are his, to us any way he pleases. He lifts your knee onto the counter and continues, Your moans becoming low and breathy as a deep, heavy pleasure begins to build within you.

Reaching around, he fondles your breasts before gathering your hair and grasping it in his fist . Slowly he pulls back your head, lifting your chin from the counter to stare into the mirror and sinking you deeper into the trance.

Your low moans become little grunts with each thrust. And the aching pleasure growing within you is nearly all consuming. In the mirror you watch as he lifts his free hand to his lips, gathering spit, and the anticipation alone sends shivers down your spine as he reaches back down to your needy little clit and rubs his flattened fingers quickly back and forth.

You meet his eyes in the mirror. “Show me your tongue” he says, You obey and

in seconds You begin to leak,then squirt with each thrust, his cock pumping it out of you Like some slutty little fountain, until you push his cock from you in one final pulse.

You slide from the counter to your knees your pussy still clinching uncontrollably as wave after wave of tingles ripple through your body.

He stands over your shoulder stroking himself , Your hair still balled into his fist. he leans you backward slightly to look down your body. You turn your head and try to take him into your mouth but he holds you still, not letting you turn far enough to take more than the tip of his cock. You suck it eagerly then purse your lips, letting him rub his shaft back and forth across your wet mouth and face.

He strokes faster and you feel the hand in your hair tighten as he nears his climax. You flick your tongue along the bottom of his shaft and try to take him into your mouth once more when he begins to cum, spurting across your lips and chin before shooting rope after rope across your outstretched neck, chest and tits.

He slows his stroking and you take the tip of his cock back into your mouth collecting the last drops of his throbbing orgasm on your tongue. He releases his grip as You open your mouth, extending your tongue and letting the mix of cum and spit slide between your breasts, down your stomach and onto your .

“Fuck that’s hot. ” he says and steps back slightly, grabbing a small white towel from the shower and offering it to you on the floor. You take it to wipe yourself clean, but stop and set it on the floor next to you.

“ grab my bag on your way out.”

“ I’m going to be in trouble because of you” you say playfully.

“ you told me not to stop”

“ I told you I didn’t want you to stop” you say as he walks to the door, pulls on his pants and grabs your bag.

“That was Amazing .” He says, placing the bag on the tile beside you.

“ I hope I didn’t get you in too much trouble” “Maybe we could do it again if you’re not grounded ” he says teasingly.

“ That was very good”

“ I’ll do what I can not to get grounded.” You say, pulling the phone from your bag.

“ You look so fucking hot right now, he says staring down at you from the doorway.”

“ I’m a mess” you say looking down at the thick white lines streaked across your chest. “

“ A fucking hot mess “ he says, a new spark of desire igniting in his eyes as he takes in the scene.

“ Get out of here so before you get me in more trouble” you say mischievously

“We wouldn’t want that” he says taking one last look and walking out the door. “good luck , see you on set ”

You hear the click of the door and open your messages.

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“ he just left”

You type, then raise your phone up and out, snapping a picture down your painted body, unsure if it is meant for me or your own secret trophy. Lowering the phone you look at the image. Your hair is disheveled from his grip, a few strands stuck to your wet, shining cheek where he rubbed his wet cock against your face.

Cum drips from the corner of your lips and hangs from your chin. Thick white lines run across your collar bone onto your breasts. And a glistening line of spit runs between your breasts across your stomach and drips from your swollen pink pussy to the tile. The photo is raw, lewd, and filthy, but as you stare at the screen you are filled with a perverse confidence. Jake was right, you are

“A fucking hot mess”

“Well? How was it 😈**”**

Your heart races as you decide how to respond. What to tell, and what to leave out.”

“It was really good.”

“A little too good…”

You send and watch the little bubbles as I type.

I knew you would cum the second I told you not too.”

“Are you upset “

“No, I’m excited, now you owe me one.”

“…Two”

You type and attach the photo, studying it once more before sending.

“Oh my god that’s so fucking hot”

“He really used you up didn’t he. “

“You might owe me more than two”

“I think I might”

“What a bad girl…I’d spank your ass if I were there”

“Do you want me to spank my ass for you”

“I’d rather you play with it. “

“I can do both”

“Good girl”

“Show me”

You reach into your bag and grab your hair brush, setting it on the floor beside you then p& A we lacing your phone against the wall in front of you.

Still on your knees you begin your tease. You don’t expect to cum again, so you decide to put on the best show you can to thank me for allowing you have this adventure and to “make up” for breaking the rules.

You push the cum from your chin,cheek and corner of your lips into your mouth and suck your fingers clean, then stick out your tongue just as you had before, letting the spit run between your breasts and across your body to your waiting freshly used pussy. As it reaches your clit you catch it with your finger tips and begin to rub yourself. With your free hand you play with your breasts, caressing them with your slick, sticky fingers.

You begin to gather his cum onto your finger tips, scraping up each line until your chest is clean and your fingers coated with his cum. You turn around and drop your chest to the floor, arching your back and sticking your ass high into the air. You wiggle it side to side before bringing your glazed fingers to your tight little hole, circling them in tandem with those at your clit. Your cheek is pressed to the ground and you look back into the camera and watch, your own depravity turning you on and pushing you further.

You begin to sink your slick fingers in and out of your ass, putting on a show for the camera but finding yourself enjoying the roll you are playing. You plunge them deeper, lubed with his cum and hold them there as you pick up the hair brush .You lift it behind you and smack your ass with the flat back of the hard plastic brush. Once,twice,three times against your soft white flesh. It stings and you clinch against the fingers inside you then smack three more times, slightly harder and rub the cool plastic in little circles against your burning skin.

You look back into the phone and watch your cheek turning a light pink as you bring the brush back between your legs, holding it by the head and slipping the handle in and out of your pussy. You remember his slow deliberate thrusts and mimic them as close as you can.

Slowly your fingers join the rhythm sinking deeper into your ass each time the brush is pulled from your pussy, and out each time it is plunged back in. You watch yourself filling your holes in the small screen and imagine being shared by our two cocks.

You remove the brush and lift it behind you once again, smacking your left, unmarked ivory cheek until it too is pink and warm.

You pass the brush between hands and begin to rub your clit as you slowly sink the handle into your ass. Your fingers rub more quickly and your mouth hangs open as you begin to work it deeper inside you. It is not immediately pleasurable like the fingers at your clit, but it is intense and consuming.

You have been putting on a show, teasing the camera but this is not an act, It is a struggle, some obscene meditation in letting go.

You feel your resistance begin to fade as you continue. You relax a little more with every stroke, slowly honing in on the hidden pleasure until finally you find it and it begins to consume you.

Quickly it builds, demanding all of your attention, your thoughts melting away as you drone on. Soon your jaw slacks, your eyes fluttering then rolling back, a long breathy moan escaping from deep in your throat as you begin to cum. you trickle down your fingers and legs as you pull the handle from your naughty pulsing hole. You melt to the floor, squirming and humping gently at the ground uncontrollably as the overwhelming sensation subsides, before turning back grabbing the phone from the wall and blowing one last kiss before ending the video .

You send the message and start the shower, stepping in as you wait for me to watch and respond.

Oh my god.

This is the hottest thing I have ever seen.

I can’t stop watching it.

I’m glad you like it.

I liked making it.

You say and begin to get ready for bed and begin your next day of pleasure in paradise.