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Watch Me	By : IrkSplee Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 1642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1
“I think I'm ready to go to bed.”
Time flies when you're having fun. I always realize that whenever I spend an evening online, voice chatting with Zoey. We'd started with a bunch of other friends, but as time went on they all left to do their own things, leaving it as just us for the past hour. It really had gotten late, but I was having so much fun talking to her that I didn't want to go.
“Aw, you sure?” I asked. “That's fine, don't let me keep you...”
“I'm not really that tired, and I wish I could stay longer... but since it's so late... there's some stuff I wanna do before bed.”
“It's okay, I understand,” I assured her. “You sleep well, okay? I love you.”
“I love you too, Mike.” My headset went silent, but her name remained marked as “online” on my contact list, with her microphone still activated. I didn't even hear a sound that could mean she took the headset off and set it down.
“ Zoey?” I asked. “Everything okay?”
“Um...” she started, then went quiet for a few seconds more.
“Zoey? You can talk to me.”
“Yeah, there's something I do wanna talk about, but... I don't know. Should I? It's kind of weird.”
“I'd never think you were weird,” I said. “If there's something you want to talk about, you can trust me. I wouldn't laugh at you or tell anyone.”
“Okay... if you don't want me to talk about this, then just tell me to stop, all right?”
“Got it, but I can't imagine not wanting to hear you speak.”
“Then...” She took a deep breath into the microphone. “Well, one of the things I wanted to do before going to sleep is...” Her voice got quiet as she finished that sentence, almost so low that I couldn't hear her. “...masturbate.”
“Y ou've mentioned doing that to sleep before... I swear, there's no shame in it. Doesn't make you a bad person.” I had to admit, that fact had been in the center of my nightly thoughts for a while now. Zoey laying on her bed, completely naked, gasping softly as her thin fingers brushed her lower lips and gently tugged her stiff, pink nipples...
Those thoughts inevitably led to a masturbation session of my own, each and every time. My embarrassment about Zoey ever finding out about that that reminded me of why she had a hard time talking about this.
“I thought of something I might really like, but I don't know if it's weird,” she said. “You don't have to do it. I just wanna ask.”
“Go on and ask,” I said. “Is it something you want me to do next time I'm out there? Something you wanna think about?”
“No,” she said. “It's something you could do now.”
“I have no idea what that could be,” I admitted. “What is it?”
Her voice became a low squeak. “I want you to watch me.”
“ What?!”
“Sorry!” she said immediately. “I'm sorry! I know, that's so gross! But... but last night I thought about you watching me, and... it felt really nice... oh, I shouldn't have asked! I'm sorry!”
“Zoey! Zoey, please calm down! You're not gross! I'm not mad! Just... surprised. That's not what I was expecting you to say. But...” I had to admit, the moment those words came out of her mouth, my heart jammed up in my throat. She'd let me-? Oh god... I took a deep breath in an attempt to steady my nerves. “It... doesn't sound like a bad idea. At all. I mean, no pressure or anything, but... if you want me to watch you... I'd like that. I'd like that a lot.”
What an understatement on my part.
“So, I could turn on my webcam and...?” she said.
“Of course,” I said. “Please do. Man, once you brought this up... my heart's pounding. I'm really looking forward to this.”
“Yeah. I am too. Just let me get undressed and-”
“Actually...” I said. “Could I watch that part, too?”
“I don't think I can do anything fancy-”
“You don't have to. I just like watching you undress. Can I?”
“All right. Hold on.” I heard her fumbling around on her desk, then our chat window re-sized itself to accommodate her video feed. She smiled slightly at me from her room, the camera showing her from her chest up. She didn't wear anything unusual, just the simple tube top she preferred, and her desk hid her stomach from view, but already she looked unbelievably tempting. “ Is it on? Can you see me?”
“Yeah, it's working,” I said. “Hey there, beautiful.” She couldn't see it, but my smile took up half of my face by now.
“Miiike...” she said with a giggle, averting her eyes and nervously twirling one of her pigtails with her finger.
“If you ever wanna turn it off, just do it,” I said. “I'm looking forward to this, but not if you get stage fright or anything.'
“Yeah, I'll let you know,” she said. “But I think it'll be fine. Just promise you won't save anything from this? No screencaps or anything? Oh god, if anyone else knew I was doing this...”
“No pictures. I promise.” I wouldn't have minded keeping a few... interesting photos of her on hand, for my eyes only, but no way could I do that at the expense of her comfort. “I won't tell anyone about this, either. I swear, I never tell anyone anything personal we do. No point in it.”
“Thanks.” She met my eyes again, and with a smile, she reached up to remove the tie from her pigtail.
“ I'd like it if you left those in, ” I said . “Take them out if you want, but they're so cute...”
“For that, they'll stay in,” she said with a laugh. Instead, her hands went to the top of her shirt so she could roll it and its built-in bra down, exposing two perky, perfect breasts.
“Oh, yes...” I'd seen them dozens of times; touched and tasted them, too; but nothing could ever dampen the excitement every time I saw them again. My hand twitched against the arm of my chair, already prepared to give me some relief even though she'd just started.
“ You're breathing really heavy,” Zoey said. “I know what that means. You're enjoying this, right? ”
“Mmm-hmm. You're used to th at by now, huh?” My mouth had gone dry, my stomach had started doing flips, oh god, why wasn't she here with me? Why couldn't I kiss those bright red lips, stroke those soft mounds?
“Mike...” she whispered as she cupped the bottom of her breasts and massaged t hem . “I love when you do this...”
“ Wish I could,” I said. “Wish I could sit behind you, stroking your breasts and kissing your neck...” My voice shook as I spoke; should I really be talking to her like this?
“Mmm...”
“And listening to those pretty sounds you make...” If she made happy noises when I said things like that, then maybe I really should...
“Mmm...!” Her hands tightened around her breasts, and her lips parted slightly. “Oh, Mike... I love your voice... keep talking to me...”
“What should I say?” I asked. “Maybe I could talk about how I love rubbing your nipples and feeling them get hard...”
She gasped as her thumb s and forefinger s made their way to her nipples and gently rolled them. “Like... like this?” she said, her voice breathy. “I'd want you to do it like this...”
“Exactly like that... I'd touch you like that while sucking on your neck... anything to make you moan...”
Her gasps became even more rapid as her hands sped up against her breasts.
“ Wow... Zoey, does touching your breasts really feel that good?”
“It's not just that,” she said, smiling as she calmed her breaths, even with her hands still moving . “It's also knowing that you're watching me and that you like what you see... and hearing you tell me what you want to do for me... I already knew it felt great to think about what you might say, but actually hearing it? I want you to keep going.”
“ I'd love to keep going. I'd love to wrap my arm around your waist and pull you close, press my chest against your back, press my...” I trailed off at that, second-guessing bringing up that little thought. Talking about her breasts was nerve-wracking enough; no way could I go even further.
“Your... what?” she asked, her voice distant with distraction. My answer didn't seem to be too important, though, for her hand drifted down her torso and out of my sight. “You can touch me anywhere you want. I'd really like it.”
“Of course I would. I love stroking your pretty stomach. So smooth and soft...”
“And a little pudgy,” she admitted, grinning sheepishly as her hands stopped. “Is that really okay?
“So?” I asked. “It doesn't matter to me either way. You're really cute.”
Her smile became more honest as her hands moved again. “You really think so?”
“Of course,” I said. “But I can't see it now. C ould you move your chair back so I can see more of you?”
She nodded and rolled back, extending the camera's field of vision to halfway down her shins. Her jeans covered her from waist to lower than I could see , but I got the feeling that wouldn't be the case for much longer.
The bulge in my pants throbbed painfully at that notion.
“Much better...” I said, now with a full view of her fingertips brushing her stomach, swirling around her belly button, while her other hand still massaged her breast and nipple.
“Touching my stomach wouldn't normally mean anything to me,” she said, “but when I close my eyes and pretend it's you...”
“Pretend I'm there. I wish I was,” I said. “Wish I was kissing you, touching you, doing whatever you wanted...” As I spoke, I gave into temptation and rested my hand on the bulge of my jeans. “I wanna be all yours... wanna treat you like a princess...” I grunted softly as I squeezed my bulge in my palms, granting myself a little bit of relief, but making myself crave more in the process.
“Mike? You okay?” she asked. “I heard a noise.”
“I'm fine,” I said, not yet willing to admit what I was doing. “Keep going. What should I do for you now? Keep touching you like that, or maybe you'd like something else?”
“I like having you touch my stomach, but it's such a tease,” she said as her fingers moved south. “It makes me want more...” Her fingers pressed and massaged right where the hem of her jeans met her skin. “Could I ask for more?”
“Ask for anything you want,” I said, my muscles tensing as I kept squeezing and releasing myself. Was this going where I thought it was? Where I wanted it to?
Her hand moved down to the button of her pants. “I want more from you, Mike...”
“I'll give you everything. I'll squeeze your breast even harder if you want, while I...” I gulped. Oh god. Was I gonna say that? I needed to say that. “While I unbutton your jeans... I'll whisper in your ear about how wonderful you are while I undress you... about how I can't wait to see your gorgeous legs...”
She gasped as she moved her other hand to her jeans. “Oh, wow, this is great... much better than when I do it myself, and I've barely started yet...” She kept gasping while she unfastened the button and zipper of her jeans. “I'm thinking about you kissing me while I do this, nipping my neck and touching my breasts... I need you so much...”
“I need you too,” I said. “I need you, I need to see you...” I groaned again as she dragged her pants down her legs, exposing more and more of her beautiful skin. She laughed a little when she had to bend over to get them off of her feet, but once the jeans were disposed of, she sat back up and took a breath. She started with her legs shut tight, then slowly opened them, showing me pink panties dotted with small white flowers.
“Pretty...” I exhaled. “All of your panties are so pretty...”
“Do you want a better look at them?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” I said way too quickly.
At my request, she stood up and turned around, then bent over, gripping the legs of her chair for balance. “Like... like this?” I imagined that if I could see her face, she'd be bright red by now, based on her voice. But that wasn't what I was focused on right then. Instead, I focused on her luscious ass, big and round and covered in that cute fabric.
Oh god, if she kept this up I wasn't gonna last.
“Is this what you want to see?” she asked, swaying her hips side to side, making her ass shake with her movements.
Definitely wasn't gonna last. With a hiss through my teeth, I worked on unbuttoning my own jeans, my desire moving decisively into the “painful” category. “Yeah... that's exactly it...” I kept talking, hoping not to betray what else I was doing on my end. “I wanna kiss you, Zoey... get on my knees, grab your waist, and kiss you...”
“I'd really like that,” she said, still swaying, hypnotizing me with those curves.
Oh fuck . I felt like I might have said that out loud, but she didn't react to it.
“Would you kiss between my legs like this?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, yes I would,” I said. “I'd love to kiss your pussy, see how wet I made your panties... are you really wet right now?” I finally kicked my jeans to the floor and resumed stroking myself, my underwear providing much better movement than my jeans did.
“I am,” she said as one hand went between her legs. “Thinking about you touching me... it always makes me wet.” She cried out as her hand brushed just the right spot, and her body lurched downward, almost causing her to fall. She clumsily groped for the chair arm again to regain her balance. “...sorry,” she said.
“No, don't be sorry! Just keep moving... I'm enjoying the view... and if I was there I'd be enjoying the taste... licking your wet panties while I squeeze your ass...”
“Miiike...” she g roaned . “If I could keep my balance, I'd reach back and tug your hair, since I know you like that... I'd probably be pushing against you, too... your tongue feels amazing...”
“Yes, please do all that! Please, Zoey!” I slumped down in my chair and moaned, almost forgetting about discretion. This was hands down the best masturbation session I ever had – only thing that could make me feel better at that point is if I actually had her wiggling against my mouth like that. “I really wanna dig in, I wanna make you cum like this... please cum on my tongue, baby, you taste so good...” The mental image of going down on her consumed my every thought; I never, never wanted to push that thought from my mind.
“But I don't want to cum in my panties,” she said. “You should take them off of me first.” Before I had time to respond, she stood up straight and had her thumbs hooked in her waistband as she pulled them down, exposing her bare ass. Once she had them down, she bent over again so I could also see her pussy lips, swollen and glistening wet. She had most of her body exposed, but her red shirt still clung to her body underneath her breasts, and her pink panties remained wrapped around her knees.
Fuck. Fuck! Somehow that just made her hotter!
“Damn... now I don't know what I'd rather do,” I said. “Should I keep licking you? You do taste so sweet, and I love having you grind my tongue like that... but on the other hand... there's a fantasy I've had for a while...”
“What is it?” she asked.
“It involves me bending you over the nearest stable surface and having sex with you from behind, ” I said. “I could turn you around, lean you against your desk, and then just...” I shuddered as my hand sped up. “You look soaked right now, so I bet you feel awesome . And I'd get to press against you, rub your breasts or maybe your clit...”
“Clit,” she gasped. “Please, definitely my clit. Oh god, Mike, that sounds great... oh, Mike...” She rocked back and forth, as if she had me behind her and she wanted to make love to me. Her ass didn't bounce any less from this, giving me a whole new angle to appreciate her from. “Love me, Mike!”
“ Yes , Zoey! I love you so much ! ” I gasped. “I wanna feel how tight you are... how tight and hot...” If I was actually inside her in that moment, I probably would have climaxed by now. Instead my hand rubbed my bulge frantically, so ready to make myself cum.
To cum deep inside her, to cum to the sound of her moans, to cum with her ass pressed against my stomach -
I pulled my hand away from myself before it was too late, and steadied myself with a few breaths. In my fantasy scape I may have had her cumming over and over again, but in reality, she hadn't finished yet. Hell, she'd barely started touching herself. Finishing off now wouldn't be fair.
“ Hey, Mike? Give me a second?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, needing a second to calm down myself. “Take all the time you need. You're great so far.”
“You are, too. You know the best things to say...” She pulled her panties all the way off, took off her headset to rest it on the desk, then walked out of the camera frame. I leaned back and relaxed, entertaining myself with thoughts of her. I didn't want to imagine anything too extreme, lest I shoot off this soon, but her beautiful smile, her hands rubbing my shoulders, her mouth kissing mine, my fingers digging through her soft hair...
My waist between her knees as she lowered herself into my lap , no clothing to separate us, to stop me from sinking into her... her waist rocking back and forth, riding me as she kissed me, her pussy pulsing and dripping, her moaning into my mouth, yes, yes, fuck me, Zoey, fuck me faster, harder -
I snapped out of that thought as I heard her headset scraping against her wooden desk. She was completely naked now, her shirt finally removed. She sat back down in her chair with her legs spread, exposing her lovely pink pussy framed by curls of brown hair.
Oh, to be able to crawl through the computer screen and lick those sweet lips...
“So, Mike...” she said. “There's a way I've been masturbating recently... it feels great , and I want you to see it.”
“I'd love to. Anything that makes you feel great is bound to look great.”
With a nervous smile, she reached forward and grabbed something from out of frame. Her hand soon re-entered the camera's view, clutching a fake penis colored a translucent red. A shorter, thinner nub jutted out of the object's base, curving upward in the same direction as the shaft.
“Zoey-? Is that-?”
She turned a knob at the base, and the whole object started shaking. With that, an emotional missile went off in my brain, and for a moment, all coherent thought died.
Ohgodohgod ohgod ohgod.
“ You... you use a vibrator?” I finally choked out.
“Is something wrong with that?” she asked, brow furrowed, as she turned it off . “If you're upset, I won't use it anymore! I just... now that I live alone, I wanted to experiment with something better than my fingers... it's not as good as you, of course, but-”
“I'm not jealous of a piece of plastic, if that's what you're worried about,” I said. “But I didn't think you'd buy anything like that. It's not a bad thing! It's just surprising. Good surprising.”
“Do you want to see me using this?” she asked. “ Not if it makes you uncomfortable, but-”
“Yes, I want to see!” I said, way too loud and fast. I never even considered the idea of Zoey using a toy on herself, but now that I saw her holding one, now that I knew she'd willingly use one, I couldn't get that sight quickly enough. “Go ahead, whenever you're ready...” I licked my lips with anticipation and rested my hand in my lap. “Don't hold back... I wanna see you getting into it...”
“But before I do...” she said. “Can I see you, too?”
“ Huh?” I said, startled enough by the question that I couldn't come up with an immediate response.
“You have a webcam too, right? Can we watch each other playing? I bet that would make it feel even better for me. I promise the same thing you did – no pictures, no telling anybody.”
“ Okay, but I didn't think that was the sort of thing you'd enjoy watching,” I said as I fished my webcam out of a drawer in my desk.
“Why wouldn't it be?” she asked. “You're a great-looking guy, and I'm attracted to you. I'd love to see you... doing what I'm doing,” she said, her pause indicating that she was considering being more specific before nerves changed her mind . I plugged in my webcam, slid my chair back, then clicked a few buttons. My feed appeared on my screen, so I assumed it was on hers as well.
“Sorry I already made it this far with undressing ,” I said sheepishly, nervously scratching the back of my neck.
“Actually, I'm surprised you're still in your underwear,” she said.
“I didn't wanna go soft before you were done,” I said. “I wanna take it slow and savor this.”
“ Good thinking,” she said. “And it works for me, since if you want to, I get to watch you undressing, too. Can I see your chest first? Is that all right?”
“I think so, ” I said. I got my t-shirt off just fine, and so started to lift my undershirt , but after a shortness of breath akin to having my lungs crushed , I quickly pulled it back down. “No, not tonight... I'm already at a limit. May need to wait a while before taking my underwear off, too, now that I have you watching me . And if I can only pick one, I'd rather it was those.”
“I understand. It happens. Should we stop now?”
“No, don't stop... I just need to be in control of myself right now, do things at my own pace. Is that okay? Can we focus on you?”
“Of course!” she said. “And if you need to stop, just tell me.”
“I'll be okay. I just wanna focus on you. That's all.”
“Okay...” she said, a bit hesitant, but when I gave no further protests, she relaxed. “At least I get to see you in that undershirt now. Since it clings to you, it doesn't leave much to the imagination. I get a great look at your shoulders, too. You have awesome muscles.”
“Do I? Thanks, baby.” Even if the muscles weren't a result of my effort, she loved them so much that I could never reject a compliment from her about them.
With her compliment delivered, she returned her attention to her toy. “Would it be too much to pretend this is you?” she asked.
“Not at all!” I said. “That sounds like a nice thing to pretend... I know I'll be wishing it was me when I see it go inside you.” I smirked at her, trying my best to look flirty, but who knows how well I succeeded at that, especially since she ended up laughing. Vito I am not.
“I bet you would,” she said. “But wouldn't you want me to build you up first?” She wrapped her hand around the base of the toy, then glided it up and down. “First I should touch you, get you hard...”
“Y-yeah,” I said, my breath shaking at this sight. “Yeah, you... you should.”
“You're usually already kinda hard when I see it,” she said.
“Well, yeah. By the time I finally take it out, we've been kissing and touching, and I've been thinking of you the entire time. Of course it's gonna turn me on.”
“ But I... I like feeling it get harder,” she said, her hand getting faster on the toy. “Feeling it stiffen and throb...”
“Yes... wrap your soft fingers around me, and I'll definitely react...” I grabbed my bulge again and resumed stroking myself through my underwear, watching her intently in order to match her speed as close as possible. Oh, yes... don't look down, pretend that's her hand down there... that was way harder than it sounded, but I so wished I could...
“ I'd love it if you moaned,” she said. “Just like when I stroke you...”
I let out a moan, a bit exaggerated, but not too far off from the noises I would make if I had her hand instead of my own. “Mmm... oh, Zoey... touch me, Zoey...”
“What if...” she started, her breath quickening. “What if I...” Still stroking the shaft of the toy, she planted a gentle kiss on the tip. I throbbed in my hand at that lovely sight.
“Yes, baby... touch me, kiss me... anything you want... I'm all yours...”
She kissed the tip again, then slowly parted her lips over it.
Oh yes! Yes yes yes! “Zoey!” I cried out. “Suck me, Zoey! Oh please! ”
She slowly slid the toy into her mouth, spreading those gorgeous red lips open with a low hum. Despite my earlier promise, I was getting a bit jealous of that toy; not of the prospect of it pleasing her better than I could, but of the idea of it getting to feel those hot breaths, that warm spit dripping down it, that smooth tongue probing its tip, that beautiful woman worshiping every inch of it in any way she could... I masturbated faster, quite happy to climax to this.
She pushed the toy in as far into her mouth as she could, stopping when the smaller nub touched her nose, then pulled it out abruptly and coughed. “Bleh!” she said. “Okay, not doing that again. That tasted weird.”
“ Oh, geez!” I cried out, instantly pulling my hand away from myself. “I'm sorry!”
“Sorry for what?” she said before grabbing a water bottle from her desk and taking a long swig.
“I was playing with myself to something you didn't like.”
“So?” she said as she capped the bottle. “You didn't know, and it was my idea. It's nice that you liked that sight... but we're better off with you enjoying it in person.”
“Do you enjoy it in person?” I asked. “ You do like sucking me, right? I don't ask you to do something you don't want.”
“Aw, Mike...” she whined, averting her eyes and blushing, but smiling as she did so. “You always ask that... it's so embarrassing...”
“I didn't wanna embarrass you!” I assured her. “I just don't want to ask you to do something you don't like. Don't love, even.”
“I love it, honest,” she said. “I've said it before. I even said it tonight – I love feeling you throb. And when you start moaning... and the shaking ...” She sighed wistfully and squeezed her legs together. “You are a very attractive man... and being the one who turns you on like that... it feels great...”
“If you enjoy it so much... then do you wanna turn me on more?” I asked, once again trying (and probably failing by conventional standards) to be flirtatious. “I'm still imagining that toy inside you, if you still wanna do it ...”
“ Oh, I definitely want to,” she said, her voice making its own attempt at a seductive purr, though her sweet laughter shone through as always. Perfect . She opened her legs again, and her free hand began petting the mound right above her clit. As she teased herself, she rubbed the tip of her toy, powered off for now, between her drenched, puffy lower lips. “Mmm... Mike, you're so hard... please make love to me...”
“You know what I'd love doing if I was there?” I said. “I'd really like using that toy on you... I could please your pussy and your clit with it, maybe put my other hand on your ass, and my mouth would be free and in a good position for sucking one of your breasts... I could stimulate you in so many places at once...”
“ Oh !” she gasped. “Oh, wow, never thought of that... that sounds amazing...” She pushed the tip inside herself, then slowly pumped it in and out, slowly pushing it deeper but still not turning it on. “Start slow, tease me first... maybe kiss my mouth first...”
“Yeah, that sounds good. Kissing your mouth, feeling your rapid breaths as I get you excited... and hearing that cute little squeak,” I added after she made a particular ly delightful noise in her pleasure. “I wanna keep kissing you while you get more and more excited... I wanna hear everything I'm doing to you...”
She paused for some deep breaths once she had it deep enough that the nub pressed her clit. “Turn it on, Mike. Get me started. Please? Please, I'm begging you... I need this...”
“I'll kiss you as deep as I can, moaning and caressing your tongue... and then...”
It's a good thing she lives alone now, because once she turned that knob, she screamed . There's no other word for the loud, incredible sound she made as that small bit of rubber shook against one of the most sensitive areas on her body.
“Mike! Mike! ” I never heard her scream like that besides when I was actually eating her out or having sex with her. Did that thing really feel that good?! “Mike, yes! ” Now that her clit was properly taken care of, she was free to move her hand up to her breast and massage herself there. She moved much rougher than when she started, squeezing the flesh and pinching her already stiff nipple. “Oh... oh god, oh god... suck my breasts, Mike! Suck them, nip them... please! Please! ”
“ Zoey! ” I cried back, my thumbs quickly finding their way inside my waistband. I could worry about consequences later; right now, I needed these things off . “Oh, Zoey...” I said after removing my underwear in record speed. “Take a look...”
Her eyes had shut tight once she turned that thing on, but she slowly opened them, still frantically touching herself. “You're- oh . Oh god you're so hard ...”
“Just for you, sweetheart,” I said, now properly jerking myself for the first time that night. “After hearing you scream there's no way I'd stay soft... I need you, Zoey...”
“I... I need you, too!” she gasped, not letting up with her self-pleasure. “I need you throbbing inside me! I need you loving me! Love me! Take me! Please! ” I don't know how much of her speech was conscious at this point, and how much of it was random cries as she lost herself in arousal.
Either way, I could listen to that all night.
“ Oh... hey, baby? I came up with a great idea... stop me if you don't like it, but...”
“Don't stop!” she insisted. “Please, do anything! Anything that'll keep me feeling like this!”
“ All right... you know what I wanna do to you?” I asked, stroking myself faster at the fun thought I just had. “I'm gonna take the toy out. It's okay, you'll feel great soon... I wanna pick you up and kiss you, I want you holding me tight while I carry you to bed...”
“Yes! I'll hold you so tight, I don't wanna let go...” Despite me mentioning taking the toy out, she kept thrusting it inside her as it loudly buzzed. Not that I expected her to stop using it, since it wasn't like I was there to replace it.
“I'll lay you down so gently, I'll kiss you so deeply while I touch you everywhere...” I said, purposely going slow, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. “Then I'll sit up and lift your legs, kissing your thighs and shins as much as I can...
“ Mike ...” she gasped. “Your mouth feels so good... I want your mouth...”
“And while kissing you... I'll keep moving forward... until...” I squeezed myself tighter and gasped; no mortal could resist the intensity of the thought I just had. “Until my tip's against your entrance... you're soaked ... I must have made you cum with that toy... oh, you're gonna feel incredible...”
“Put it inside me, Mike, make love to me...”
“Oh, I will, sweetheart. How do you want it? Slow or rough?”
“Rough,” she gasped. “I need you, I need you... ” Her voice got more and more desperate by the second, and I couldn't get enough of it.
“Then I'll take you rough, pounding in and out of you, getting myself nice and wet with your honey... you feel like velvet, and you're so hot... ”
“Yes! Take me! Oh god, having you over me like that, staring into your eyes while you take me like this ... it can't get better...”
“Can't it?” I asked with a smirk. “I've got a little surprise. I'm still holding the toy... I can rub the tip against your clit, nice and slow... how's it feel when I'm in you? Feel good?”
“Y-yes...” she said with a shudder. “I think I like where this is going... keep talking, baby...”
“What if I turned it back on? Would you like that?”
“Wh-while...” she stammered. “While we... have sex? I love it! Keep going! Use it on me!”
“I'll keep thrusting fast while it vibrates against your clit... mmm, I bet I'll feel it vibrating against me, too... yeah, that'd feel great! I want you just like this!”
“Just like that, Mike! You're so good to me! Fuck me! ” I knew once I got her swearing, there was no turning back. Satisfied that I told her something she liked, I slumped down in my chair and focused on stroking myself, lidding my eyes to the point where I could barely see her. Even with my eyesight blurred, my memory filled in the picture of that red toy dripping with her fluids, making sinfully sloppy sounds as she pounded it inside her body.
Ooh, yeah, I wasn't gonna last. But at the very least, I had to outlast her. Judging by her screams, that wouldn't be difficult.
“I'm cumming!” she gasped. “Mike, I'm gonna cum for you!”
“Yes! Do it! Cum on me, baby!” Her sweet, tight body, clenching around me, squirting me with her hot, sticky juices... I jerked myself harder, desperate for that to be a reality. “I love you, Zoey!”
“Mike! I! I love you! Too! Mike !” I opened my eyes to see her head thrown back, her mouth wide open in a scream, as her legs jerked and twitched. She gushed all over the toy as it kept buzzing inside her, setting her off even further.
I have no idea how I didn't explode just from that, but it certainly pushed me much closer to the edge. “I- I'm close, too!” I stuttered. “Ready?”
“Yes! Cum inside me!” she called, still using the toy, but her movements had grown much more erratic.
With her eyes fixed on me, I ran my hand down to just the right spot and began pumping. Between the spot and the sight before me, I lasted seconds. Sweet electricity pooled in my abdomen before jolting out, filling my veins with pure satisfied energy. I unleashed a few excited groans of my own, not nearly as loud as her, but hopefully loud enough to give her a last bit of excitement. “F... fuck...” I groaned as my arms fell limp. Her toy clattered to the floor, still buzzing, and we both sat still, breathing heavily, a dull but happy ache settling in my muscles. Her body shimmered with sweat, some of it sticking her hair to her face, but she looked no less beautiful in her afterglow... “So... how was that? Did me watching make it better?”
“ Yes ,” she said, practically wheezing. “ That was intense ... I'd wanna do that again sometime.”
“Me too,” I said. “If I can't save anything, that just means I should watch more shows, right?”
She didn't respond to my joke, but she did smile at it. “Think you can come over tomorrow?” she asked. “As great as that felt... in a way, I think it made me hornier. I really miss you, Mike.”
“Of course. I'll be out there as soon as I can. Don't make plans... we have plans of our own. I'm gonna take really good care of you...”
“ Would you really do that? ” she asked. “ Really use the vibrator on me while we have sex?”
I made one more failed attempt at a flirtatious smirk. “ I 'll do it for as long as you want me to.”
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