Chapter 42
Simon
Today has been slow. I suppose someone would call it a perk of having streamlined, efficient processes.
But it has left me restless in a way I haven’t felt in years.
I’m logged into MostlyFools, clicking through profile after profile without any satisfaction.
I keep hoping @Unhinged will keep her word, though she never actually gave it.
But her status button is grayed out, so I know she’s not online.
I’m not used to having to wait on others.
This is unfamiliar to me, and I don’t like it.
People simply are where I expect them to be when I expect them to be there.
@SIMPleSimon: Let’s see the fucking goods.
Apparently, it’s too much. Because a moment later, I’m kicked out of her room with a notice saying I’ve been banned for violating her standards.
Whatever, bitch.
I move on and join another live stream. This time it’s a girl with softly curled hair brushing her shoulders, perfectly blonde and fair-skinned.
Unlike the last one, she’s got zero ink visible.
Her tits are small and firm, barely a handful each, and her legs look like two pencils under an ass I’m not sure has finished growing.
I know she’s at least eighteen. MostlyFools verifies everyone.
But convincing me of that would be a stretch.
BING!
A notification pops up on my screen, and the hair stands up on my arms and neck. @Unhinged just sent me a message. I exit the scrawny woman’s stream as fast as I can and head for my inbox, where I find a brand-new unread message.
I click it and a video clip pops up.
“Hey there, Simon. Sorry this took so long. I'm back from the store, and since you were so extremely and unnecessarily generous earlier, I wanted to show you what I picked out special, just for you. And I have a feeling it’s gonna send a message to someone else I know as well.”
She steps back from her camera, and I can feel the blood begin to boil in my chest and cock.
She's wearing a one-piece jumpsuit. And, if I didn't know better, I'd guess she had it vacuum sealed to her every nook and cranny.
It's mostly white with some purple highlights and piping.
I can see every bit of her legs, of her stomach, of those glorious tits.
I hardly even see she's in a pair of stilettos.
Or that she's put on eyeliner, eye shadow, and lipstick to match the accents of pink.
@SIMPleSimon: To what do I owe this pleasure?
A simple beat later, a new feature pops up. There's a notification on my screen asking me to connect directly to @Unhinged. I waste no time accepting. A new window opens and there she is, right in front of the camera.
“Oh, yay!” she cheers, clapping. “I take it you got my message? Do you like what you see?” Her eyebrows raise seductively as she asks.
@SIMPleSimon: You're stunning.
I enter my statement in the chat window, rather than speak, adding a hundred dollar tip.
“Oh my God,” she says, as she receives my message. “That is completely unnecessary, Simon. Actually, I saw you still waiting for me here after I got back from my little shopping spree, and I thought you deserved a little reward.”
@SIMPleSimon: Is that so?
“Absolutely. So… I put on something new and shot the video for you.”
What the fuck is going on? Why am I so intrigued by this fucking slut? I need to shake this off and get back on track.
@SIMPleSimon: So what else might you be up for?
I attach another $100 tip, casting my line. Hoping she'll bite.
“Simon, thank you, but I swear you don't have to keep doing this. I didn't even sign on to stream. I'm only here for you.”
The softness in her voice makes my balls tense. Fixated on watching her lips move while she talks, all I can think about is how I'd love to shove my dick between them.
There he is. The little demon living rent free in my head.
@SIMPleSimon: Okay, so you want to chat? Tell me about your day. How was the shopping?
“My day's been okay. It was a good way to help me get over the fight my husband and I aren’t actually having. Shopping was alright. I tried on a few things. Put a lot of stuff back. Really, once I found this, I knew it was time to go. I came home and got all dolled up for you. My new favorite follower.”
She jiggles her shoulders back and forth, and her tits wag slightly under the suffocating garment. Her nipples are hard.
I wonder how harsh I would have to stretch the fabric over her peaks before they’d poke through. God, I bet she would unload the best scream as I mashed her breast into her chest.
Now, my dick twitches.
@SIMPleSimon: I meant to ask this before. Are you really married?
Of course I know she is. And I know to whom. But I need to act ignorant, so I don’t out myself.
@SIMPleSimon: I can’t imagine a husband being okay with… this.
“He’s not,” she admits with a casual laugh. “But it’s excellent fuel for our fuck fire. On days when things go well here, like the one when we met,” she explains through the camera, “I greeted him as he came into the house—”
She gets lost in the memory of what she’s sharing, but knowing he’s not a fan of her performing is exactly what I like to hear.
“He won’t come right out and tell me to stop. Instead, he fibs. Says it’s okay that others look, as long as they don’t dare touch. He might actually kill someone if they put their hands on me.”
I very much doubt it. He didn’t last time.
I don’t know what to ask next. I don’t want to push her too hard. I also don’t want to go.
“Are you still there, sweetie?” she asks with a hopeful expression on her face.
@SIMPleSimon: I am. Sorry. Got lost in a daydream.
I send $100 more, and immediately follow up.
@SIMPleSimon: So tell me, what’s off limits?
“Off limits?” She squints at my question. “Explain,” she says, shaking her head with uncertainty.
I send her another $100 and pepper her with more inquiries.
@SIMPleSimon: Do you have toys?
@SIMPleSimon: Do you have things you prefer to do?
@SIMPleSimon: Or better yet, things you don’t want to do?
@SIMPleSimon: What are your favorite ways to get off?
“You really are spicy, aren’t you, Simon?
” she teases in a chastising, almost childish tone.
“Of course I have toys. More than I know what to do with. And every lady has her favorites. Positions. Acts. The person she wants to experience them with. And my favorite way to get off, as ironic as it may be, is to be used like a fuck doll by my husband.”
@SIMPleSimon: That is absolutely fascinating.
$100 more, and I keep pushing.
@SIMPleSimon: How did you get into this? And how do you feel so secure doing it? Aren’t you worried it will hurt your marriage?
The longer I think about it, the longer I neglect the fact she’s gone rather quiet.
@SIMPleSimon: Is everything okay, gorgeous?
“I’m sorry, Simon, but I gotta go. Ask me some more questions sometime. I really like these chats.” Then she blows me a kiss, and I’m notified the call has been disconnected.
What the fuck just happened?