I’m speechless.
Everything keeps getting better and better. A trend throughout the day, it would seem. If this keeps up, my future sure looks bright. That’s a matter for another time, however. In this moment, I only have eyes on the perverted, little, gamer-girl on my screen.
There she is, the streamer I’ve watched countless hours of. A girl I never in a million years thought I would ever see such a sight from. She has her legs spread, pussy on full display, and for me alone. No one else is seeing this. No, this private stream is for my eyes only.
What’s more, her legs aren’t the only thing she spreads. Her fingers slide up and down her little, plump slit. Only once or twice, albeit, and all before her fingers part, spreading her most intimate of place.
HOLY SHIT!
Becca is dripping wet! Just how turned on can a girl get? I don’t think Bridget ever got this wet despite me going down on her.
As it turns out, she’s quite the pervert. There’s no denying that, not with the evidence staring me in the face. It’s indisputable.
Just as she shows herself off without a hint of shame, I too ogle her pretty little pussy to my heart’s content. Her folds are so soft, so pink. She has the kind that stays hidden mostly between her plump outer lips. If not for her spreading them for me, I wouldn’t be able to see her clit, nor her dripping wet hole.
My cock throbs in my pants, begging to be let out. I don’t blame the poor guy. This whole show so far has been far too stimulating. His demands for attention no longer go unanswered. I reach down off-screen, hand in my loose sweatpants, stroking myself.
I’m not the only one either. While Becca’s eyes remain on the screen, watching my reaction, her fingers move in a way that’s clear. She’s not simply spreading herself anymore.
The sheer audacity of the girl. Then again, it’s not like I’m not jerking off too. I’m just not doing it on camera for her to see. Though, I assume she suspects. She’d have to with the suspicious way my arm moves, partly out of frame but not entirely.
As a slight sound, one on the verge of becoming a moan, slips from her lips, I’m hit with a burning question. I need to voice it. My worrisome mind won’t let me do anything but.
“Have you ever done anything like this before, touch yourself for someone over the internet, that is?”
I can’t help myself. I know it’s kind of stupid to get all possessive. It’s not like she’s my girlfriend or anything, but still. I need to know.
“No.” She says, a hint of blush spreading across her face. “Although, I’ve fantasised about it a lot. If I’m being honest. It gets me really wet thinking about what would happen if I forgot to turn off my steam and everyone watched me cum. I might have a teeny, tiny exhibitionism kink.”
As she admits this to me, she kicks things up a notch. Her fingers rubbing her pussy, no longer do just that. Now they dip lower, sliding into herself.
I watch, speechless, hand still jerking away. Soft moans fill my ears, driving me ever on.
“Do you masturbate a lot?” I continue my questioning despite our other, shared activities.
“Two or three times…” She trails off.
I think nothing of it, expecting her to say a week. That would be a perfectly normal amount, but no.
“A day.”
Fucking hell, that’s a lot. I do it at least once a day. Sometimes, when I’m especially horny, I can spring for a second time, but that’s rare. I guess it’s a little different for girls who don’t need to recover in the same way as guys, but still.
Damn!
“You know what would really turn me on right now?” She asks, eyes staring straight at me in her camera.
“W-what?”
“I want to watch you jerk off. Show it to me.”
Her demand takes me by surprise, purely because it’s just that, a demand. This isn’t the free use effect in play. I’m not influencing her to do a thing. This is what she wants in the moment. I can’t deny that fact when it’s so blatant.
I also can’t argue with her. Even as my heart pounds frantically in my chest, and my legs shake, I know I have to do it. Not just for her, but for me, too. It’s what I want. The source of this chapter is g.com.
Of course, I’ve never done anything like this, but hey, there’s a first time for everything. Even, it would seem, mutual masturbation over the internet.
It takes me a moment to angle my webcam just right. I get it there; still, it’s nerve-wracking. Thankfully, her appreciation once I do so does a lot to calm me.
“Oh, you’re so big. Yes, stroke it for me. Faster!”
The look on her cute, nerdy face is so adorable as she tells me what to do. Of course, seeing me pleasure myself only spurs her on to do the same some more in turn.
The fear, the nerves I felt before vanish in an instant. The fact that I’m broadcasting an intimate moment like this across the internet doesn’t slow me down in the slightest. She’s the only one that can see it, after all. Albeit, she can’t see it in quite as great detail as I can see her. What with her being a professional streamer and all. Her camera quality far exceeds mine.
Lewd, wet squelching rings out from her side of the show as she fingers herself intently. Moans, oh so erotic, join the symphony, music to my ear. Yet, best of all is her expression, one of pure, unadulterated bliss. She scrunches it up, pleasure and arousal written clear across it. Every bit of this video call is a new side of her I’ve never seen before, and I’m loving it all.
If only…
“God, I wish you were here with me…” I voice my thoughts aloud without a consideration.
The pleasure of what I watch, of my own hand pumping up and down my cock consumes me.
“I wish I was there too so I could bounce on that big fat cock. Oh, how it would stretch my tight, little virgin pussy.”
Wait…
“You’re a virgin!” I shout in surprise.
It’s a good thing my parents aren’t home because I would’ve had a hard time explaining that outburst.
“Mmm… Hmm…” She nods her head, her face all contorted in pleasure. “No one’s been inside me. Only my fingers and my toys. Oh! Do you want me to use one of them?”
“Hell yeah. I want to watch you fuck yourself for me like the dirty little pervert you are.”
Giggling like a schoolgirl, Becca jumps from her seat and runs off-screen. I might not be able to see her, but I hear her rummaging about. She returns a moment later with not one, but two sex toys. Although she was quick, something tells me these aren’t even close to being the only two she owns.
The first toy is a small, magic wand vibrator, easily held in one hand. The other, though, is just a classic phallic-shaped dildo.
“It’s not as big as you, but it will have to do.” She purposefully strokes my ego as I stroke something else of mine too. A fact her eyes lock back onto now that she has her screen in front of her again.
Settling back down in her chair, she spreads her legs once more, wet pussy on full display. Needless to say, I watch with rapt attention as she puts her toys to good use.
She starts with the dildo. Inch by inch, she sinks its thick, girthy shaft into herself. Tight, virgin walls stretch to accommodate it. Again and again, her moans ring in my ear. All as she plunges the toy in and out of her wet, now creamy pussy.
God, the sight is so erotic. Especially the way her arousal coats the plastic shaft.
Fuck me…
I’m so turned on, so damned hard. Not to mention the pleasure. My hand works my shaft as I’ve never worked it before.
My own moans reverberate in her ears, just as hers do mine. What I normally keep contained whenever I masturbate now flies free. I’m not embarrassed by them either, not like I would be under any normal circumstance.
Of course, Becca’s dildo isn’t the only other toy she retrieved a moment ago. It’s about time the vibrator comes into play. I watch with rapt attention, ever pleasuring myself as it does.
The second toy buzzes to life, drowning out the sounds of her moans, at least at first. As soon as she presses the buzzing head of the toy against herself, that changes. The sound she makes kicks up a notch to match it.
The pressure builds, not just for me, but for her too. Together we masturbate, eyes fixed on one another, turned on not just by the sight, but the sounds as well. This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
It’s not long before her body tenses. Mine already draws dangerously close. Still, I hold off, mustering what willpower I have left to delay the inevitable. Her climax deserves my full attention before I even think about my own.
“OH! I’m cumming….” She grunts and groans, chest turning as red as her pussy with every laboured breath gasping for air.
The slamming of her dildo into her stops as she orgasms around it. Still, her hand holds it locked in place, as deep as it can go inside her.
“AHH!” She continues crying out.
Wave after wave of pleasure hits her. She writhes in her seat. Mouth agape, eyes wide, and head tilted back, still she holds the other, buzzing toy against her clit.
It’s all so erotic, so lewd. Saying it’s the greatest sight of my life is no understatement. I’m sure that will change in the future, but for now it’s true. So much so that her cumming pushes me over my own edge.
I barely manage to grab some tissues from the box nearby in time to avoid making a mess. Meanwhile, as I cum, Becca goes completely limp. It doesn’t escape my notice either that even during this she watches her screen out the corner of her eye. She never takes her eye off me. Not even for a moment.
Arms dangling at her side, vibrator in one hand, and creamy, girlcum-soaked dildo in the other, she looks completely exhausted. Her pussy remains on full display, right there on my screen. It’s redder than ever, as bright as a tomato. Then there’s how wet she is. The girl’s dripping something fierce. Oh, and her vagina contracts and spasms still, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm ever so slowly fading.
“Damn… that was… amazing.” She pants. A big, giddy grin sits plastered on her lips despite the exhaustion she’s displaying. “We should do that again sometime.”
I laugh in agreement. For a moment, that’s all I voice about it, all I can. Eventually, though, I manage to squeak out a few words.
“We definitely should.”
Damn, masturbating has never left me so out of breath before. I came a lot too. So much, I have to take a moment and focus on cleaning myself up. A few more tissues to wipe up here and there, and that’s seen too. They’re promptly tossed in the bin next to my desk.
Becca glances to the side and scowls. “Sorry, but I’ve got to go and get ready. Got a dinner I need to go to, but this has been fun.”
“No worries, I understand you’re a busy girl. If you’re ever in town visiting, you should drop by. I’d love to fuck you some time.”
“Oh, I would love that too. It wasn’t just for show, what I said earlier. I meant it every word. I really do think your cock would feel great inside me. I’m tingling just thinking about it. Or maybe that’s because I came so freaking hard just now. Thanks for that.”
She leans forward and blows me a kiss before waving goodbye. “Ciao.”
The screen goes dark. I sit there in silence for quite some time. After that… I’m not sure what to think.
I’m left with a surreal feeling. None of that, despite it just happening, feels real.
No one in their right mind would believe me if I told them what happened. Paul definitely wouldn’t if he didn’t already know about the free use stuff going on with me.
In a daze, I stand from my desk, still naked from the waist down. I walk over to my bed, moving as stiff as a robot, and collapse atop it. How long I lay there, staring up at the ceiling, I’m unsure.
What a way to end my day.
Today has been a lot of things: amazing, fun, just to name a few. There’s one thing more than anything else I know in my heart to be true.
This is the first day of the rest of my life.
Why, or how this happened to me, I’m not sure. Hell, I still don’t even know what exactly is happening. Paul and I have our suspicions, but we’re far away from confirming the specifics. It’s a mystery we’ve only just started unravelling. Well, get there in time, I’m sure.
I do, however, know that I’m determined to make the most of it. Nothing will stop me.
With this power, I’ll do whatever I want, I’ll fuck whoever I wish, and I won’t regret a thing.
This is my perfect world, made for me and me alone.