5. Phoebe
Chapter five
Phoebe
J esus! His dirty talk is sexy as hell! If I weren’t already soaked, the last words out of his mouth would do it for sure. He’s sitting in the shadows, only the slightest hint of light showing his side profile, and I’m not sure, but I think he might be wearing a mask or something over his mouth. His voice is so deep and sexy that it glides across my skin like rich velvet, and makes all the hairs on my arms stand on end. I can’t really see his body from the way he’s angled, and curiosity is eating at me on whether he’s stroking his cock. It’s almost on the tip of my tongue to ask him to show it to me, but that thought pulls me back from the brink of insanity. What the hell am I doing? I don’t know this man, and he’s a paying client. This is his fantasy, not mine. Get it together, idiot, we need this money, I chastise myself. This guy paid a lot of money for an hour of my time, and if he wants to spend it ordering me around so he can get his rocks off, then that’s what I’m here for. I can always finish myself off later to the fantasies in my head.
I s lip my fingers down my slick slit, coating them in my wetness as I reach my tight hole. I don’t hesitate, inserting one finger, then another, groaning at how good it feels, before slipping in the last one with a moan, all while keeping my eyes on the screen for my hidden benefactor. I widen my legs and scoot closer to the end of the bed, to ensure he’s getting an up close and personal look at my pussy, as I start to fuck myself with my fingers. Fuck, I’m so tight, and even with my small fingers, it feels too full. “Who does that pretty pussy belong to?” He growls, and it almost sets me off. I can feel my orgasm already tickling at all of my nerve endings. My clit throbs with the need to be stroked, so I can cum all over my fingers. “ You , Sir,“ I moan as I pick up speed, and thrust in and out of my soaked hole. The sound of my wetness is loud in the semi-quiet room, only filled with my moans, his harsh breathing, and the faint beats of my quickly forgotten music. “Do not come, pretty girl.”
What? Ohmyfuckinggod, I am so close already, so what the hell does he mean ‘don’t cum’? Isn’t that what he’s here to watch me do? “Please, Sir. I’m so close already,” I whine softly, as my fingers rub over that soft spot inside of myself that makes me want to scream in ecstasy.
“Remove your fingers, naughty girl. You only cum when I tell you.” For a second, I think about defying him. I already have his payment for this hour, plus this month’s subscription. “Don’t.” The one word is uttered with authority, and has me immediately removing my soaked fingers from inside of myself. Fuck, how did he know what I was thinking? My chest rises and falls with my labored breath, and my skin feels dewy, sweaty, and tingly. I’m all worked up and ready to detonate, but he’s enjoying this game, and if I’m honest, so am I.
I’ve always had a fantasy where I’m tied up to a bed and blindfolded, and a man is doing whatever he wants with my body, and I’m unable, and unwilling, to stop him. My fantasy man uses all my holes, bringing me to the brink of orgasm madness, removing my ability to speak and consent, and depriving me, until he’s satisfied his own needs. Here in this little safe cocoon, this man can at least fill some of those cravings. “Are you going to be my good girl and obey me, or do I need to punish you some more?”
The sound of something moving on his end, and his tight voice, tells me he’s not as unaffected as I believed. I’m almost positive that he’s jerking himself off watching me, and somehow, that knowledge makes me even wetter, and more willing to please him. “Please, Sir, I want to be your good girl. Please tell me what you want me to do, so I can come for you.”
“Jesus,” he groans, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from giggling. Two can play at this game. He wants a naughty submissive, and I can play that role, no problem. “Grab one of your toys, the big dildo, and slip just the tip inside of yourself. Don’t disobey me,” the command is issued in his steely, hard voice, and I have to bite my lip to prevent showing him how it’s affecting me.
I grab the large, thick, nine-inch dildo, pausing for a second to look at the bottle of lube. Usually, I would need to slick this big boy up, but right now, I’m positively drenched, and already leaving a wet spot on my sheets. I bring it forward, my fingers wrapping around the thick, meaty girth as I place it upright between my legs, so he can see it clearly. “ Good girl, slip it between your pussy lips. Get him nice and wet for me.“ I comply with his request, another moan escaping my lips. My legs tense, and my core clenches with the need to come so badly. “Show me,” he requests, and I hold the dildo up, so he can see my wetness coating it. “ Good girl , now slip just the tip inside of yourself and hold it there.“ I bring the large mushroom head to my entrance and slip it inside, my body demanding instantly that I deepen the penetration, but with a shaky breath, I hold still, awaiting his next instruction. My bod y is humming like a live electrical wire, just ready to singe everything around me. I force myself to breathe through my nose, and curl my toes, to stop myself from impaling the toy, as my core contracts over and over again. “Do I feel good inside of you, naughty girl? Do you want more?”
“Yes, oh my god, please, Sir, please!” I plant my feet hard on the mattress and force myself to stay still, even though my body is shaking with need. “Prop it on the mattress until only the tip is inside of you, and rub your clit for me, baby. Imagine it’s my fingers making you feel good, and my cock waiting to fill you up.” My hands shake as I angle the large dildo on the mattress, fighting the urge to ride it hard and deep inside of me, and I bring my two fingers to my achy clit and begin to rub tight circles, round and round, on the pulsating bundle of nerves. “Tell me what you want, my slut.” My head tips back, and my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my skull with how amazing my body is feeling. My orgasm is right there on the very cusp, waiting for me to fall over into the abyss.
“You, Sir. Deep inside of me, filling me up with your big cock until I explode all over you. Please let me come, please,” I beg, like the needy slut I am, as the waves of my orgasm rise like a winter storm about to make landfall, and destroy everything in its path. “ Stop! Remove your fingers. Don’t come.” Fuck, fuck, fuck! This guy will be the end of me at this rate. I’m so close to coming that my whole body is buzzing. I can hear my blood racing in my ears, and smell my sweet, musky scent filling the air around me. I force my fingers away from my clit with a lamented cry, and stare into the camera, hoping he can see how much I need this. This type of sexual torture is new to me, and I can’t say I’m not enjoying it, even though it’s frustrating me. Allowing someone else all the control is freeing, in a way I never would have imagined. “Do you want to come, pretty girl? ”
“Yes.”
“Tell me that you’re my dirty little whore. Tell me what you would do to my cock if I was right there with you.” Oh my god, I am going to explode, whether either of us wants me to or not. I moisten my lips with my tongue, and that gets a groan out of him. Maybe if I can push him to the edge, and make him cum, then he’ll let me. He’s obviously got excellent control of himself, but I wonder, if I test it a little more, if he will crack under the need blanketing us both. I bring my soaked fingers to my mouth and suck them, keening when my taste hits my tongue. I can hear his harsh breathing, knowing he’s struggling just as much as I am, despite his iron control. I suck my fingers noisily, licking all my juices off, and pulling them out of my mouth with a mischievous grin. “I’m your dirty whore , Sir, just waiting here for you to fill up all my holes. I want to take your big, hard cock deep in my mouth, and down my throat, until I’m gagging and choking on you. I would lick every inch of you, every ridge and vein. I would suck on your testicles, rolling them in my mouth with my tongue, until you groaned my name. Then I would take your big, thick cock deep into the back of my throat so you could cum, and I would swallow every last drop, Sir.”
“Fuck,” the groan is so loud and long that I know he’s just come, and it makes me feel amazing, knowing that I did that to him. My words and voice had so much power over him, that they pushed him over the pinnacle he was holding himself back from, and broke his self-control. I use my fingers to stroke at my nipple, pulling and pinching it, getting myself closer and closer to the edge, in hopes that this time he’ll allow me to fall right off it. “Fuck, pretty girl, that mouth of yours is sexy as fuck. You’re such a good girl, you deserve to come. Slip me deep inside of your tight cunt, and fuck me hard and fast. I want to hear you scream as you shatter.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grab onto the dildo, and thrust it deep inside of myself with a groan, as it fills me to the brink, and I immediately pick up speed. I need more though. I need to strum my clit so I can explode. Frustration begins to fill me at the overwhelming sensations overflowing inside of me. I stop thrusting and reach back, grabbing two of the throw pillows off the top of the bed and placing them at my lower back, using them to hold me up, so I can use my other hand to rub at my clit. “Let me hear you beg, pretty girl , or I won’t allow you to finish.” Oh fuck.
“Please... Sir... oh... my... god. So close, I’m so close!” I pick up speed with my fingers circling my clit, and my other hand uses the toy to thrust in and out of my pussy. “Look at how wet you are, dirty girl. You’re dripping down your crack. What a good girl you are for me.“ I can barely hold my head up. The orgasm is racing through me, so close I can taste it. “Please, Sir!” I choke on the words, as my core clenches hard down on the thick toy. “Come for me, pretty girl,” he orders, and I release my hold on reality and explode. A scream rips from my lips, and my whole body trembles, as wave after wave explodes, causing my very breath to falter.
When I can finally catch my breath, and my heart isn’t threatening to burst out of my chest, I release my hold on the toy and pull it out. I can feel the cold, wet spot below me, and embarrassment soars through me. I’ve only orgasmed that hard once before in my life, and that was a day I don’t care to ever remember. The past is best left right where it belongs, long gone and forgotten, where it can’t continue to hurt me. My glance meets the camera, my lips tipping up with shyness. “You’re perfect, pretty girl.” His words soothe me, in a way that no stranger ever has been able to do. A pang of loneliness hits me, knowing that none of this is real, that we are two strangers who just shared an intimate moment, and right after the camera feed shuts off, he’l l go right back to his life, possibly a wife who loves him, and I’ll go back to my lonely existence, and it will be as if none of this ever happened.
I will still be the girl too afraid to let anyone in, running for her life, and hiding without any family or friends, and he’ll be a stranger who shared an hour with a girl, who trades sex for money on the internet. “Thank you for sharing this hour with me, Sir. I enjoyed our time together. I hope we can do it again soon.” I blow him a kiss and cut the feed, falling back on the bed and allowing the first of many tears to fall. This wasn’t how my life was supposed to go. This isn’t what I dreamed of, when I wanted my freedom from my world. How did my life get so messed up?