Chapter 56 Simon
Simon
Her hand slides down her body, fingers slipping beneath the vinyl skirt.
She hooks her thumb under the lace edge of her panties, pulling them aside just as I commanded, with the tip of a single finger.
Her other hand brings the beer bottle to her lips again, empty now.
I watch her cheeks hollow around the glass, while imagining her fleshly tongue circling the rim as her other fingers find her slickness.
“That's it.” My words drag from my lips. “You're so fucking beautiful like this.”
She’s dripping already. Excessively so. Her fingers glide effortlessly against her swollen flesh. She moans around the bottle, eyes locked on me, the shadow in her screen.
“Simon says work that bottle, baby girl. Get it nice and ready.”
She pulls the bottle from her mouth with another wet pop, a rainbow of spit sparkling in the lights connect her lips to the glass. Her fingers work faster between her legs, her breath coming in short gasps.
“Simon says show me how bad you want it.”
@Unhinged's eyes flash with determination as she brings the polished bottle down between her spread thighs. She teases herself first, running the spit-warmed glass against her folds, shuddering.
“Mmmm,” I groan, though I struggle to get my cock out without showing my face. “Simon says fuck that tight cunt like you mean it.”
She whimpers as she presses the mouth of the bottle against her entrance, working it in with gentle, circular motions. Her head dips, followed by an arch in her back as she pushes deeper.
Her descent into ecstasy creates the chance I need, and I stand, quickly, undoing my belt and dropping my pants.
“Oooh, I see someone’s come out to play,” she taunts.
“That's it. You're doing so well,” I offer my praise, pretending she didn’t catch me with my literal pants down. “Simon says fuck that pretty pussy harder for me.” I send another $500, hoping it will aid in my need to forget my embarrassment.
She gasps as the bottle slides deeper, her thighs trembling against the armrests of her gaming chair. The skirt is bunched around her waist now, fishnets stretched taut across her thick thighs.
“That's it,” I rumble, stroking myself faster as I watch her work the bottle in and out. “Simon says don't stop until you're dripping down the glass.”
Her lids flutter closed for a moment, then snap back open to meet mine through the shadow. She's determined now, working the bottle with more purpose, her wrist twisting slightly with each thrust.
“God, you're so fucking hot,” I tell her, grit and need on my tongue. “Simon says go harder, baby girl. I want to see you writhing.”
She complies immediately, sinking the bottle faster, harder and deeper, until her knuckles are pressed against her flesh.
“Simon says use your other hand,” I instruct, my cock throbbing in my grip. “Play with that pretty clit while you fuck yourself.”
Her free hand darts between her legs, fingers finding her swollen bud. She circles it with practiced precision, her rhythm matching the bottle's steady thrusts.
“That's it. You're fucking perfect,” I pant, watching her body tense. “Look at how wet you are. The bottle's fucking soaked in… you.”
Her movements grow more frantic, her hips lifting off the chair to meet each thrust. The fishnets straining against her garters.
“I'm so close,” she whimpers, her fingers working furiously. “Simon, I'm—”
“Simon says, come for me,” I command, my own release building. “Fucking drench that bottle,” I finish, my voice cracking with need.
Her body strains, bowing away from the chair as her movements become erratic.
My cock throbs in my hand, slathering precum over my length with every restrained stroke.
“That's it, baby,” I encourage, my hand matching her pace. “Let go for me. Show me how good it feels.”
“Oh god, Simon,” she cries out, her thighs beginning to quiver.
“Do it,” I bark. “Simon says, soak that fucking chair.”
It happens abruptly. @Unhinged's entire body seizes.
Her chest climbs impossibly higher still, as her thighs clamp around her hand.
The bottle remains buried inside her as clear fluid erupts around it, spraying across her desk and streaming down the chair.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream before a guttural moan tears from her throat.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she chants, her eyes rolling back as another wave hits her.
The sight of her coming undone, of her core literally gushing from her body, sends me over the cliff. My vision blurs at the edges as my cock pulses violently in my hand, bursts of hot come firing up my chest, some hitting my chin as I muffle my own primal growl.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, watching her continue to convulse, the bottle still clutched in her trembling hand.
More fluid seeps through her folds, collecting around the bottle's neck and dripping into the last remnant of beer inside.
Her thighs tremble uncontrollably, muscles spasming in the wake of her release.
Through my haze, I see her slowly extract the bottle, a fresh gush of clear fluid following it.
The glass is dripping with her slickness.
Her fishnets are soaked, darkened patches spreading across the white mesh.
Her skirt is twisted like a corkscrew around her waist, shining where her juices have splashed against it.
I run my fingers up my chest and chin, capturing my errant seed, before licking my fingers clean. Sated, I make a point to savor the release she ripped from my groin as she watches in confusion.
“Now.” I snap my polished fingers twice to capture her waning attention, “Simon says to keep that bottle full of your lusty cream as it is, and mail it to me.”
I stop and watch her as the thought seeps into her mind. Her eyes slowly lurch open wide until she finally sits up to look closer at the camera.
“You can't be serious,” she says with an exasperated look on her face. “I don't think I can do that, Simon.”
“As I told you before this little game started, baby girl.
You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can stop anytime,” I tell her the truth.
I'm not surprised she's hesitant. That's probably the responsible thing to do, say no.
But I haven't given her the sweetener yet.
“If you do as I ask, there will be a $25,000 tip waiting for you the next time you log in.”
I don’t bother waiting for the figure to register. She’ll either do it or we’ll be done. Her call. But just in case she bites, I want her prepared.
“Before we do this again, I’d like you to look up what a reciprocating saw is. Then, ask your husband if he has one. And, while you’re at it, ask him if he has a drill.”
“For what?” Her face tweaks with surprise and a hint of disdain, but I ignore her inquiry.
“You’ll also need sandpaper and duct tape, and—” I stop, unsure of how to best explain this next bit. “Tell me, do you have any sort of… fuck machine? I don’t know the actual terminology, but something that will fuck you with a dildo until you nearly pass out?”
She impresses me when her expression of concern turns to one of mischief.
“Yeah, I have something like that,” she admits. “Why do you ask? You want to see me use it?”
“Those are two very different questions, baby girl,” I tease. “For now, just be sure to bring one of the dildos you attach to it.”
“What do you have in mind?” She blurts her question, but she’ll have to wait for another day.
I send her another $1,000 for her completion of our little game today with another note.
@SIMPleSimon: Let me know what you decide about letting me drink you.