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Getting out of the truck, I see Carly sitting on the doorstep in her underwear and a pink eye mask, drinking from a large black bottle. As I get closer, I notice the mask has cat ears. She gets up and leans against the doorframe.
“How’d it go with the Prez?” she asks, the prosecco fizzes as she sips from the bottle, spilling some down her chin.
Naturally, I follow the rivulets to the cleft of her cleavage, contemplating a face-plant situation that includes me cleaning her with my tongue. Carly not-so-subtly clears her throat. I swallow hard, dragging my eyes respectfully back up north against their wishes.
“You know the rules. Can’t say,” I reply, stealing another look.
“I’m not asking to know what was said. I’m asking how it went,” she clarifies, this time spilling prosecco directly down her front. “Whoops. Clumsy me.”
My eyeballs fuse into position, unable to budge from her now wet breasts and soaked bra. “I . . . um . . . think it went all right.”
She drinks from the bottle, smacking her lips as she swallows. “How long do we have until the cavalry gets here?”
I’m fuckin’ tongue tied. My mouth opens, makes a weird shape, then shuts again. Can’t stop staring. They’re just so big, round, and soft like pillows. My dick kicks against my zipper — that fucker wants a look, too.
“Didn’t say.” I blink, shaking my head. “I didn’t tell them where we’re at. The Prez is calling me back.”
Carly bites her bottom lip excitedly. “Do you wanna cash in before they crash in?”
I rub the back of my neck, caught off guard. “On camera?”
“Put on your mask if you don’t want people to see your face. Mine was blasted all over the internet last night, like I give a flying fuck anymore.” She shrugs. “It pays the bills. Which reminds me, I need to transfer over your half. Use it to help pay those legal fees.”
As much as I hate to admit it, I could use the cash.
Without Brad’s money and his promise to make my troubles disappear, I’m stuck right back where I was before his meddling.
The lawyers will swoop in like vampires, sucking the life out of me and what’s left of my business.
I need a fast fix, and for what it’s worth, I don’t mind pleasing my woman and getting paid for the pleasure. Why the fuck not?
“Gimmie a sec. I left it on the table.” I point inside.
“We gotta role play,” she suggests, putting the bottle down to walk around the place, explaining what to do.
“I’ll talk to subs and get them warmed up, make sure they know it’s all consensual so there’s no confusion.
After that, you come in and you can do whatever you want.
Take notice of the requests but ignore the ones you’re uncomfortable with.
I’ll keep checking to boot out any creeps or freeloaders.
The important thing is to relax and have fun. You had fun last night, right?”
She can tell from the sinister smirk that I did.
“Go do your thing, Miss Kitty.” The hypocrisy gnaws away at my conscience — it’s all right for me to fuck her on camera but not for anyone else.
This is her job. Who am I to tell her what to do?
I know what the answer would be if she ever told me to quit the club.
I’m a selfish fuck to want to keep her all to myself.
I gotta work on these jealousy issues.
Leaning against the kitchen counter, I drink a can of Coors as I wait for Carly to finish setting up her equipment.
Her honeyed voice filters through the cabin as she teases the subs in her underwear.
I’m hard just listening to her. Hearing her dirty words gets my juices flowing.
My balls ache with the urge to fuck. I take off my shirt, not caring where it lands.
No one can see me from where I’m standing.
Clomp – there goes one boot. Clomp – there goes the other.
Rip – down goes my zipper. In a rumple of denim, I’m ready, pulling the mask over my face.
I’m not wearing a stitch other than that.
“I’m all alone, with no one to play with,” Carly teases, pouting at the camera with a mock sad face.
Is that my cue?
I think it is.
The second I approach the door I’m in camera shot.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
Carly turns to me and exaggerates a shocked gasp.
“Oh, it’s you again. My masked psycho stalker.” She kneels up, reaching around to unclasp her bra. “Are you thirsty, baby?” she asks, taking the prosecco and pouring it over her breasts. The tiny bubbles burst on her drenched skin. “Come get it.”
I lift the balaclava just enough to expose my mouth, freeing my tongue to lick between the swell of her breasts. This is my idea of a great night in, sucking her puckered nipples and not leaving either one out.
“DirtyDawg wants you to drink from the furry cup?” Carly mentions.
My balls almost detonate as she says it. “Better make it a big one,” I rasp, sounding hoarse like a man dying of thirst.
Still kneeling up, Carly removes her thong and opens her legs, allowing me room to position myself beneath her.
Her booty rests down on my face, my nose sinking inside her pussy, and the prosecco starts a flowin’, trickling between her labia like a fizzy waterfall and churning into my mouth like a plunge pool.
I chug it down, stretching my tongue so I can lick her clit.
Her body angles, making it easier for me to tongue her. Heat envelopes my cockhead, followed by tight suction. My baby blows me so good, my balls threaten to impersonate a volcano.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
Fuuuck. I almost forgot about those fuckers.
I’m almost three seconds away from a happy ending when Carly rolls off and checks the monitor.
“You want Skull Mask Guy to fuck me like an animal?” she reads from the live feed.
Ching. Ching. Ching.
“Bring me up to twenty grand, and I’ll consider it,” she barters, not settling for anything less. “If you get me up to thirty, I’ll let him cum in my ass.”
I grab my pulsing cock, her dirty words making my one-eyed python weep tears of joy. She would laugh in my face at the names I give it, but it’s crass biker talk. I’d earn a slap if I say her cunt is my new spunk bucket.
Carly wiggles her hips, showing her freshly licked pussy to the world. The beast inside me roars. That’s mine. No one else’s. Before I can stop myself reacting, I throw her onto her stomach, bringing my hand down hard on her ass in an almighty slap.
“Ahh,” she cries out, shocked.
“Now you’re gonna get it,” I gruff, dragging her by the hips and shoving her legs apart.
Her soaked pussy sucks my cock inside her like a greedy bitch. I’m not nice about how I slam inside, bottoming out with a forceful snap of my hips.
“Uh,” Carly cries out again, and again, with every ruthless slam.
The sound of flesh hitting flesh and her ragged cries fill the room.
I get her slobbering wet before draggin’ out of her and using her juices to slather her asshole.
Carly’s trembling legs are barely strong enough to hold her steady as I rub her knotted ring of muscle.
My cockhead knocks at the entrance — or exit route — whichever you wanna call it, and nudges against the resistance until it gives and lets me work an inch inside.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” she whimpers.
“Big enough to ruin you,” I reply, forgetting about the cameras, the reason we’re doing this, and all the other crap we’ve got going on.
My balls are tingling like a lit firework by this point.
I literally count down the seconds as I sink to the root, getting in several good forceful thrusts before they explode.
My ragged cry rings through my ears. I slump over her spasmodic body as she thrusts backward on my cock and at the same time strums her clit, riding out the crest of her orgasm.
I can’t tell if my ears are ringing or if the sound is coming from the computer speakers. Bells are chiming in my head and my heart. This is the true meaning of bliss, right here.
Carly cranes her head around to look at me. “Baby, your phone is ringing.” Then she wriggles free, whimpering from what I can imagine has left her a little sore. She crawls to the edge of the bed, facing the laptop. “Right, that’s all you filthy perverts are getting until next time.”
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