Page 77 of Waiting Game

So he definitely doesn’t have to tip me.

CalKor: You’re such a tease.

I smile at the camera as I draw the shirt over my head.

CalKor: Fuck.

CalKor: How is it possible that you get more and more gorgeous?

“Oh, hush,” I chide, well aware I’ve gone red in the face from the compliment.

CalKor: Pinch those pretty nipples, honey.

Biting my lip, I do as he orders, pinching a little harder than I’m used to.

One thing I can say about my one-night stand with that Cole jerk was I realized I like the bite of pain from a hard pinch.

CalKor: You got the clothespins close by?

Like Kor read my mind, I reach under my bed for them.

Without prompt, I place one on my nipple, hissing at the brutal tension.

My eyes close, though, as I feel a tug deep in my core.

CalKor: Slide a finger through your folds. Let me see if you’re wet yet.

“I can tell you.”

CalKor: You might lie. Tut. Tut.

I roll my eyes but drag down the zipper on my shorts and stick my hand under my panties. Carefully withdrawing them, I show him my fingers.

CalKor: Let’s get that pussy nice and juicy for me.

CalKor: The second clothespin, please.

“So polite,” I tease, knowing he prefers it when I talk to him.

That’s the weird thing aboutCalKor—he likes me vocal. Not with the moaning, either. But actual conversation.

He was always online regularly but something happened over the summer. He went from being relatively quiet, shy almost, his only request that I bounce on a cock while I slap my ass, to upping things a notch with the clothespins, asking me to strip on cam during private, not public, shows, and preferring me to take bigger dildos.

Not that I’m complaining…

He also started to hate the Ahegao look. Though I don’t seek tips from him, he gives me fewer if I cross my eyes and stick out my tongue when I come.

What can I say?

I listen to my clients’ needs.

Grabbing the second clothespin, I pinch my nipple, settling the teeth onto the sensitive flesh.

As I let go, I groan through the pain.

My heaving breaths echo loudly in the room and my head bows as I take the strain and absorb it into me.

I don’t have to look at the screen to know what he’s asking me to do next.

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