Page 46 of Sin With Me

I feel my orgasm right there. Just a few more strokes, and I’ll explode.

“Daddy,” I whine, pinching my nipples again. I try to force myself to stop, but it’s so fucking hard. I’m teetering on the edge, so close to falling off.

The sound of a tip coming through fills my computer speakers and I freeze. Like ice water being dumped on me, I remember what I’m supposed to be doing here. I’m putting on a show. I’m being paid to do what he wants. The original $500 is already in my bank account, but he wants more.

I want more.

Swallowing thickly, I stop everything even though it kills me. My hands drop to my thighs and I look at the camera. The dildo’s buried deeply inside me, my pussy contracting around it with every pulse and breath.

Still, I wait.

Daddy555:

Such a good little girl.

“Tell me what to do next,” I say, my chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. “Tell me how to please you.”

Daddy555:

Be a dirty girl for Daddy and play with your ass.

I pause. This always takes me out of it, but I have to remind him.

“It’s extra,” I say softly. “You have to pay upfront.”

He stops stroking himself long enough to quickly send me another hundred dollars, then his hand disappears again.

I shift off my knees, and recline back, holding myself up with my elbow, carefully keeping my face out of view, as I press the dildo deeper inside me. My head falls back as I let out a long moan.

Fuck, it feels so good.

I reach back to my stash and grab the bottle of lube and small butt plug I’d pulled out when he mentioned anal play. I bring them in view of the camera, ready to prepare the toy like I’ve done so many times before.

Daddy555:

No.

I freeze.

Daddy555:

No toy. No lube. Use your fingers and your pussy juice.

“What?” I gasp, my brows pinched.

Daddy555:

You’re wet enough to take it. I can hear your sloppy sounds through the computer.

Daddy555:

Come on. Do it for Daddy.

The plug and lube slip from my fingers, dropping to the carpet with a soft thud.

Fuck. This guy’s so hot and I don’t even know what he looks like.

“How do you want me?” I ask, shifting on my knees. “What do you want to see?”

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