Page 27 of Moon Blind Hearts
The moment he pops his cock free, I get an eyeful of the metal he has pierced there when he strokes himself once before stepping closer again.
“GirlyPop27 dares you to stroke me with your hand,” he reads out loud. He winks at the camera. “Good lookin’ out, GirlyPop.”
I laugh and reach for him when he comes closer, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him slowly. We spend a few minutes serving this particular dare since it’s a bigger cost. Cash moans as I stroke him, his hand bracing on my shoulder as I touch him.
“You have magic hands, Mistress,” he groans. “But we already knew that.”
“BettyBonkers dares you to kiss me anywhere but my mouth,” I read out loud from the screen.
“With pleasure,” Cash groans.
I don’t stop stroking him as he leans in to kiss my neck, his lips pressing against my throat in a way that nearly destroys me. I moan and look into the camera, but behind the camera, my eyes catch on Oak’s instead. Instead of looking at those watching, I’m looking at him, watching as he swallows thickly while his friend kisses me and I stroke his friend.
“Do you like this?” I ask the camera, but I’m really asking him. His eyes light up with fire, but he doesn’t respond. It’s not his scene. Still, it feels like he’s a part of it.
The comments come flooding in, the hearts and small tips being thrown out in a wave. Another screen shows the numbers slowly climbing as the tips start to add up.
Cash leans back to see the screen. “NewGuy367 dares you to remove your lingerie,” he reads. “With the stipulation that you leave the straps on.”
I smile at the camera. “Glad to see you came to the Velvet Rodeo, NewGuy,” I say as I start to remove my clothing. He’s one of my regulars, one of the big spenders. It doesn’t surprise me that he paid for one of the more expensive dares.
Cash reaches out to help me remove my bra and underwear while leaving the straps on. The moment we finish, he steps back and studies me, whistling low.
“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, before reaching forward to stroke a hand along my hip. His fingers touch the stretchmarks along my stomach lovingly, as if he loves to see them there. “Beautiful.”
I hum and look at the screen before my brows shoot up. “We’ve got some eager little bats tonight,” I coo. I meet Cash’s eyes. “HollyBerry dares you to get on your knees and touch me like you’re worshiping me, little bat.”
Oak moves around us, catching it all on camera as Cash’s eyes spark with fire before he slowly lowers himself before me. He grabs my ankles and jerks me to the edge of the bed so that I’m slightly hanging off it. He kisses my ankle before trailing up my calf, leaving behind little butterfly kisses as he nears my core. He stops just before he can reach it and instead replaces his lips with his hands, stroking along my flesh and leaving little trails of fire in their wake. When his fingers brush along my clit, I press closer to him, needing the touch, hungry for it. He finds my wetness there and growls beneath his breath as he strokes through it, circling my entrance before pressing two fingers inside.
“You’re so wet for me,” he purrs. “Does it please you to see me on my knees before you?”
“Yes,” I breath, rocking against his hand as my head tips back.
He glances back at the screen. “Welcome, Giovani_Bonani. They dare you to ride my hand.”
I do just that, but hell, I’d be doing this for free if not for the subscribers. I’m enjoying myself, the unconventional format working for me in a way that none of the others have. I ride his hand, moaning as he presses against the sweet spots inside me. My eyes flick open every so often to look into the camera and Oak’s face as my release starts to come closer.
“Read the next dare, Vanta,” Cash instructs. When I stop rocking, he continues to move his hand, making it damn difficult to see the words on the screen.
“AssBlaster3000 dares you to lick my pussy,” I read out loud. “Oh god,” I cry out as Cash immediately buries his face between my thighs, his tongue circling my clit. I almost shatter right there as my hand tangles in his hair and hold him closer.
We continue like that for a long while, checking the requests every so often, giving them the time they deserve. Surprisingly, most of the dares have Cash working on me rather than me working on him. No one asks me to go down on him unfortunately. Mostly, it’s me receiving, as if they want to see Vanta Vyxxxen still in control. Which is insane because I’m very close to losing all control and letting this man plow into me.
When my regular pops back in with a dare for Cash to tease my entrance with his cock, I’m almost relieved. Cash presses me back onto the bed with my ass still hanging off as he spreads my legs around him. He teases my entrance with his cock, stroking around it before dipping just inside, not enough to give me any true pleasure. It’s a massive tease that has me writhing and mewing on the bed, desperate for more than he’s giving me.
A notification dings where someone pays for a big spend request. Cash glances at the screen. “BookishBabe67, you’re the real MVP.” He looks down at me. “BookishBabe dares you to take all of me all at once.”
I nod. “Do it,” I rasp.
He goes from teasing my entrance to suddenly sliding inside, stretching me wide on his cock as he nestles deep. Tips come flying in as Oak zooms in on where we’re joined and then up to Cash’s face where he’s clearly struggling not to move any further.
The same comment trails down the feed.
Fuck her. Fuck her. Fuck her.
And then a request pops in. “BoozyBlue32 dares you to fuck me and make me finish first,” I read, my breath catching.
“Fuck yeah,” Cash growls and pulls out before slamming back inside. I cry out, immediately clawing at the bed sheets. “Finish for us, Mistress,” he grunts. “Bless us with this pussy.”
