Chapter 4 #2
“I’ll confess that I’m not much of a reader, period,” is my low growl.
“Other than business and economics books, and sometimes the Wall Street Journal .” Then, I clear my throat because we’re not supposed to get into personal details.
“But first, sweetheart, I want to compliment you because you are gorgeous. You look just like your profile photo, and I’m happy to meet you. ”
Misty smiles on the other side.
“Thanks, Chris,” she murmurs. “You look just like your photo too.”
I grin so wide that I swear, my face is about to crack.
“Really? All I had was a shirtless pic without my face.”
Her cheeks blush a fetching pink.
“Okay, I wasn’t sure what to expect with the face,” she acknowledges. “But you do look rugged and strong, just like a mountain man, and you have broad shoulders beneath your flannel shirt. Do you ever chop wood?” she asks in a teasing tone.
I hear Barrett shift slightly behind me, and I know Misty’s having the same effect on him that she’s having on me.
She’s not just gorgeous and young, but she’s flirtatious and playful too, which we appreciate.
Don’t get me wrong because we love to fuck, and having a personality isn’t necessarily a prerequisite for our girls; having willing, wet, and warm holes is our first priority.
But the women who display sassy personalities are definitely up our alley, and it makes the sex feel even better.
“I do chop wood,” I say in a low growl. “Not every day. But sometimes, when the supply is low in the cabin.”
Her eyes go round.
“Oooh,” she murmurs. “I’d like to see that.”
I grin again.
“You will,” I promise. “But first, let’s apply some make-up. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Misty says with a sweet smile.
“Let me turn the camera for a sec.” Then, the young woman angles her screen so that I can see a little mirror off to the side, with lights around it like a miniature vanity.
There’s a selection of cosmetics placed neatly on her table-top, and then Misty does something unexpected that makes my breath catch.
She reaches up and undoes the fastening on her ponytail, freeing her golden tresses.
The fall of hair cascades downwards in loose waves, so soft and silky that my fingers literally twitch.
“Ohhhh fuck,” Barrett groans, just out of sight. “Goddamn.”
I’m staring because I had no idea that the sweep of a woman’s hair could be so seductive.
And yet I long to run my fingers through Misty’s golden locks, before lifting them to my face for a deep inhale.
What will she smell like? Lavender? Roses?
Lily? Or perhaps a scent more spicy and seductive, like female musk mixed with wildflower.
That would be phenomenal, and my cock begins to harden beneath my jeans. Yet I keep my voice steady.
“You look gorgeous, sweetheart, natural and fresh-faced. You won’t need much in terms of cosmetics.”
“I won’t?” Misty asks, glancing at herself quickly in the mirror before scrunching up her nose a bit. “I have these terrible freckles though. I always get them in the summer, and they usually fade by fall. But that hasn’t happened this year, so I try to cover them with a bit of concealer.”
I give one sharp shake of my head.
“No concealer necessary, sweetheart. I can’t imagine someone with more radiant skin than you, and besides, the freckles give you individuality. It’s cute.”
“You don’t think they make me look like a peasant?” Misty asks, stealing another look at herself in the vanity. “Like I work all day out in the fields?”
I let out a deep rumble of laughter.
“Absolutely not, sweetheart. You look like a gorgeous princess who’s just risen from a warm bubble bath, and is now getting ready to go out.”
“Oooh, I like that imagery,” Misty murmurs, smiling at me through the camera. “So what would you like me to do first, Daddy?”
I pause for a moment because I have no fucking clue.
“Lipstick,” Barrett whispers in back of me.
“Lipstick,” I say immediately. “Put some of that on.”
Misty nods, and picks up a golden tube before uncapping it to reveal a petal pink lipstick.
“How about this color, Daddy?”
I nod, my cock hardening again.
“Looks great, baby girl. You’re going to look sexy with that on your lips.”
Misty smiles, and then the curvy girl leans forward to apply the gloss, the vee in her robe opening a bit.
Holy fucking shit! A shadow forms between her big breasts, and I want nothing more than to bury my face between those ivory mounds before suckling at one of her pink teats.
It’ll be hard in my mouth, and grow stiff as she moans and runs her fingers through my hair, tugging a bit at the black locks.
Fuck fuck fuck, my cock’s rock hard now, and all she’s doing is applying lipstick.
Misty sits back, before pressing her lips together, and smacking them slightly. Then, she turns to me through the screen.
“Do you like it, Daddy? Does the lipstick enhance my pout?”
It certainly does. In fact, I’m having visions of that pink mouth sucking on my hard cock, smearing it with her lipstick as she kneels at my feet, moaning with pleasure.
Plus, I like my girls nude as they give head, so Misty would be lush and creamy, those big breasts out and her pussy wet and puffy as she sucks like a good girl on my fuckstick.
“Daddy?” a sweet voice penetrates my lust of brain fog. “Are you still there? What would you like me to do next?”
To be honest, I’m losing it already. My shaft is painful against my thigh, reaching almost all the way to my knee, and I can hardly think. She’s got me caught in her web already, but then Barrett jostles my chair with his foot and hisses, “More lipstick. Down below, this time.”
Oh fuck. That’s so fucking dirty, but I know what he’s saying because it’d be the perfect next step. A slow smile creeps over my handsome features, as I stare at the young girl on-screen. This sweet nymph has no idea what’s coming to her.
“Baby, I have a proposition for you. I know you set a limit on the level of intimacy you were willing to engage in on Sweet Lies, but I’m also willing to make it worth it for you.”
Misty stares at me, her blue eyes confused.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I’d love to see you use more of the lipstick.”
She smiles sweetly through the camera.
“That’s no problem, Daddy. You mean you want me to wipe this off, and try another color, right? That’s completely fine.”
“No, sweetheart, that’s not what I meant,” I clarify in a low tone that vibrates deep in my chest. “I love the color you have on, but I want you to use the lipstick in a different way. As a pussy lipstick,” I say. “I’d like to see you apply the lipstick to your pussy lips.”
The look of surprise on the sweet girl’s features makes me wince because she’s obviously na?ve and innocent.
But what did Misty expect? I’m a fucking douche who always makes the most of every opportunity.
It’s made me scads of money over the years, and gotten me loads of hot, swollen cunt, so there’s no reason to stop now.
“I want you to bend over, and to apply the lipstick to your pussy lips,” I clarify in an uneven tone, my deep voice shaking despite my best efforts. “Lipstick has many purposes, and I’d love to see you apply it to your sweetest spot in a creative way.”
By now, Misty’s eyes are so round that they resemble saucers.
“Um, wow,” she says in a faint voice. “I had no idea this was your request.”
“It is,” I rumble as my cock jerks again.
“Just turn around, hitch up your robe, and pull your panties down, sweetheart. Let us see that swollen snatch and then run the lipstick up and down your fleshy lips. It’s easy.
I’ll throw in an extra thousand for your trouble. In fact, I’ll transfer the money now.”
My fingers move quickly on the keyboard and sure enough, a musical chime sounds out.
Misty’s eyes widen when she sees the four figure tip appear on her screen, and the young woman swallows heavily, her slender throat rippling with the movement.
At first, I think she’s going to say no, but then she gives a slight nod and stands.
“Okay, Daddy,” she murmurs. “I’ll do it.”
With satisfaction, I watch as she turns slightly, her trembling fingers lifting the hem of her pink satin robe.
The edges rise slowly to reveal a simple white thong hugging those ivory ass cheeks.
Her bubble butt is so bounteous, in fact, that the fabric disappears completely between the mounds of flesh, deep into her secret crevice.
“Take off your panties,” I command throatily. “Show us your pussy, sweetheart.”
With trembling fingers, Misty does as asked.
She toys with the sides of her thong, and then slowly lowers the fabric.
The material peels off her swollen curves, and a low groan escapes my throat when her cunt is revealed because it’s everything a man could want: rosy, soft, swollen, and wet with arousal.
“Bend over, sweetheart,” I rasp into the camera. “Let Daddy see all of your sweetness.”
Misty obeys, spreading her thighs a bit, and I let out an audible groan. “Oh fuck,” I gasp. “Shit shit shit.”
After all, she’s pink, gleaming and perfect.
The petals of her vag spread a bit, revealing that glossy interior and I want to press my tongue inside.
I want to suck at her clit, before licking it, and then bury my face into her swollen twat before sliding my dick inside.
I want to feel that tight pussy milk me, and then I want it to squirt heavily all over my cock as she comes from riding it.
I want everything from this sweet girl, but at that moment, Misty peers at me over one shoulder.
“Should I apply the lipstick now, Daddy?”
I groan under my breath.
“Yes, baby. Do it.”
She unscrews the lipstick cover, and then holds the glossy tube in front of her labia before gently tracing the waxy head over those soft, bare lips. Oh fuck fuck fuck! This is so wrong! Only a tiny bit of color darkens the swollen folds, but it’s fucking sexy to watch her go through the motions.
“Do you like it?” Misty breathes. “Does it turn you on to watch me apply lipstick to my puffy pussy, Daddy? I love having you look at my sweetness.”
I groan, grasping my shaft with one hand.
“I love it baby. In fact, I have something to show you.”
Then, with one hand I reach out to angle the camera downwards, and Misty gasps when she sees my cock on screen.
Yeah, I’ve undone my zip and my mast is now at full length, heavy and stiff, gleaming at the tip.
I squeeze it with my palm, making the veins bulge, and Misty gasps again, her cheeks pink.
“Oh my gosh, Daddy,” she breathes. “You’re so big!”
“I know, baby girl, and it’s because of you. You’re the one who made Daddy so hard and stiff. What are you going to do to help Daddy through this? You know that it’s your fault, sweetheart, for putting me in this state.”
Misty’s eyes grow as round as saucers, but she takes the bait.
Slowly, she recaps the lipstick tube before standing up straight to undo the belt on her silk robe.
The satin material slithers from her shoulders, and suddenly the golden girl is fully nude before us.
Her breasts are large and perfect, the nipples a dainty petal pink.
Her waist is narrow before widening into fertile hips, and thick, luscious thighs complete the picture.
Misty giggles at me, gently bobbling one big breast with a small palm before holding the lipstick tube up.
It’s capped within a metallic golden case, and she slowly pushes into her mouth, slicking it up with saliva.
“I’ll take care of you Daddy,” she mewls. “Just watch and see.”
Then, as Barrett and I stare, she sits back down and hoists her knees up so that she’s totally bare for our gaze.
Her heels are balanced on the edge of the chair so that she’s spread wide, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
Her pussy’s swollen and wet, dripping with nectar, and I can even see the pink pleats of her backdoor winking at me.
Misty smiles at us coyly before pulling the lipstick from her lips, a long loop of saliva connecting the golden tube to her mouth. Then, she angles the lipstick down to her little hole, and as my friend and I watch, gently eases it into her tight young cunt.
“Ooooh,” she murmurs, her head falling back as her lashes close. “Mmm, that feels good, Daddy.”
“I want to make you happy, sweetheart,” I groan in return. “Fuck yourself with it. Make yourself feel good.”
Misty pushes the lipstick tube further into her sweltering hole as my hand squeezes up and down my dick, and judging from the rough panting behind me, Barrett’s doing the same.
We’re both beating off to this “make-up application session” gone off the rails because the pretty girl’s turned out to be a thousand times hotter than expected.
“Mmm!” Misty moans again, her head thrown back with ecstasy. “Oh god, Daddy! Mmm, that feels so good!”
“You look amazing, sweetheart,” I croon into the screen. “Make yourself come, baby. I want to see you explode.”
Our little girl is a nympho because it doesn’t take much.
With just a few more pumps of the tiny lipstick tube into her snatch, it happens.
Misty freezes for a moment, and Barrett and I watch with avid eyes as her young form seizes with ecstasy.
Her mouth opens halfway as her eyes lose focus, and then her cunt clamps down on the tube before dissolving into a series of violent spasms.
“Oooh!” she screams. “Mmmm!”
“FUCK!” I roar on my end as my cock erupts. “Oh shit shit shit!”
Barrett is no better behind me, although I know he’s trying to stifle his moans.
“Fuck,” he bites out under his breath as he ejaculates heavily into his hand. “Oh shit!”
The three of us moan and whine together, our climaxes heady and powerful.
I swear, I’ve never come so hard before, and Misty isn’t even in the room.
Instead, this was a dirty fuck session that occurred through the screen, but I already know what comes next because it’s going to be pure magic when we finally meet in person . .. and I can’t wait.