Page 4 of Queen Of Dark Money

“Oh, my god,”Imoaned, slipping two digits inside myself to the first knuckle, my toes curling asIrocked into my hand, needing more but knowingI’dbe left wanting at the end of thissession.I’dhave to fake an orgasm, it was business as usual at this point.Ihadn’t had good dick in awhile, andIneeded to be filled.Withoutsomething substantial inside me, filling me up,I’dnever reach my peak tonight.

Andthe only available dick was attached to a man who’d just as soon shove me off a bridge as fuck me.Consideringhis son had been there first, after all.

Hotsquelching sounds echoed into the mic on the phone asIfingered myself, tossing my head back for dramatic effect.Mynipple hardened whenIfinally freed it from the confines of my bra to roll it between my fingers, palming the weight of my breast for the camera with a sultry smile.Iknew how to put on a show, andIwas good at it.Aboutthe only thingIwas good at these days, if we were being honest.Andif letting pervs behind the internet watch me fuck myself while they jerked their dicks under a desk or in a bathroom or the back of a car was what paid my bills and kept my mom alive,I’ddo this all day, every day.Hell,I’dkeep my fingers permanently planted in my sopping cunt ifIhad the ability and the time.Itwas good pay.I’dnever make money like this in the regular workforce.

Isped up my fingers, pouting prettily for the camera asIreached back out with the other hand and picked it up. “Fuck,”Imoaned, “it’s not enough.Wishyou were here.Needa big cock to fill me.”Ipanted for special effect, watching the rise and fall of my breasts on the screen with my exaggerated movements. “Ifeel so empty, boys.You’renot going to make me finish all alone, are you?”

Iignored the message that popped up in the corner, pleased with the tips coming in from regulars, and lowered the screen so they had a prime shot of my pussy in their faces asIdragged those two fingers out of my hole and spread them apart, making sure to showcase the string of cum that stretched from one finger to the other. “Comeon, boys.Youcan’t let a girl come alone.I’mgonna add a finger, andIwant you to grab those cocks and dream of what it’s like to fuck me.”

Ishoved a third against the first two and stuffed them back inside me, using my thumb to open the private messages withDomDotComagain.

Andboy, wasIunprepared for what awaited me.

You’re such a dirty girl, fucking yourself on some strange man’s sheets. I hope he catches you.

I bet you’d like it if he fucked you on camera for all your fuckboys to see

God I wanna be inside your pretty cunt so bad

Tell me how bad you want it, princess. How bad do you want some cock?

Ibarely finished reading them when there was a knock on the door to the bedroom, and my whole body went on high alert asIrealizedIwas about to get caught fucking myself, or have to bail on the whole video.

AndIwasn’t about to lose the three thousand dollar pot these regulars had filled with their tips–giggity–to the company.

Ijust hoped the man on the other side of the door was polite enough not to intrude untilIsaid he could enter.

Myvoice barely a whisper now,Ibrought the phone up to my lips and rushed out with, “oh no, boys.LookslikeI’vebeen caught.He’soutside my door now, knocking.Ahhh, fuck, that turns me on so much, fuck–okay, gotta make this quick or he’s gonna catch me with my fingers up inside my dripping cunt–”

Theknocking persisted a second time, this time, accompanied by a stern but soft admonishment for my lack of response. “Iknow you’re awake.Openthe door, princess.”

Thenickname made me hesitate for a second, but the messages started flooding back in.Asurprising amount of them were all for him catching me, which in hindsight wasn’t all that stunningly out of character.Ofcourse these men would want me to get caught.Probablymid-orgasm.Andtruth be told, just the thought of him walking in on me fucking myself was enough to drag me close enough to taste an orgasm, somethingIthought would elude me tonight.Ileaned into that, panting wildly as my fingers doubled speed, the wet slapping of the heel of my palm against the mound of my pussy–so hot–

Thedoor swung open asIarched my back and came all over the sheets, my eyes locking in on the gorgeous chestnut orbs attached to my ex-boyfriend’s mature, sexy silver fox of a father, his eyes wide and jaw slack, focused in on the specific part of my anatomy spread wide for his viewing pleasure.

Avery unladylike yelp left my mouth asImanaged to drop the phone, not bothering to close my legs while he stared on, oblivious to the world around him.

Ididn’t say a word, but he sure did–as he stalked over to the end of the bed, loosening his tie.

“Youlike to be watched, do you?Let’sgive them a show, then.”

Myjaw hit the floor as he grabbed me by the ankle, swiping the phoneI’ddropped off the floor with his other hand before giving me a tug down to the end of the bed.Inseconds, he’d reset that damn thing on the tripod without even looking, and in some hind part of my brain,IthinkIfinally registered thatthiswasDomDotCom, right here in the flesh, and all his hot messages flooded my brain asIscrambled to find a single reason tonotdo this.

Hewas my ex’s dad.

Hewas old enough to be my father.

Hewas–holy shit look at the size of that cock.

AndIrealized with a start thatIwas done for.Ashe pried my legs back open and wrapped them around his waist,Igave into the sensation of being manhandled, eagerly helping him line up with my dripping cunt, my eyes rolling back in my head as he speared into me in one forceful thrust, a groan slipping from his lips asIwrapped my body around him.

Hefucked into me likeIwas nothing more than a toy to him, rutting like a wild beast, his face turned away from the camera, but his cock on full display from above.Theway he fucked me, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust, his hand reaching down to circle my throat as his filled with a feral growl, eyes wild and boring straight into my fucking soul, was enough to make any girl swoon.Buthe added another layer to it when he brought that hand up to my jaw and forced me to tilt my head down a bit.Hiswords were barely audible, butIheard them clear as day over the sound of my lustful moans.

“Openyour mouth, for me.”

Idid asIwas told, earning a smile and a faster pace as his hips pounded me into the bed.Fora split second,Ihoped he didn’t spit in my mouth–Iwas down with a lot of shit, butIwasn’t so sure about that kink in particular.Buthe rewarded me with two fingers, slipping them between my lips and curling them against my tongue as my pussy fluttered around him.

“Suck.”

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