Showing off for Richard

I spoke to Richard. I had been fantasizing about him a lot lately, and had chatted with him from time to time.

It was late at night. I was buzzing with desire, but it was too late to go out. I texted him, and we flirted till I told him I wanted to video chat. He signed online.

We started talking on the computer but since he didn't have a webcam, he could see and hear me but I could see only myself. I didn't say so, but I wanted him to give me orders. I wanted him to tell me what to do, and for me to do it, and for him to tell me I was a good girl. I felt bashful, though. Self-conscious. Flushed.

He asked to see my toys. I showed them to him one by one, slipping far from sultry and into a sweet innocent girl, all blushing and lip biting. He stroked me with his words, calling me cute and adorable (do I like that? Can't tell yet.) He said he wanted me to use my toys on myself in front of him.

My blood beat hard and fast. There was something not right about this. He was so much older and the thought of him still shot adrenaline through my body. He was taboo, and he scared me a little. Maybe a lot. I was wet.

All I could see on the screen was my own blushing face. I excused myself for a moment, turning the webcam to face the wall. I slipped off my sweater and tank top and shimmied into a little black babydoll with white lace. I took a deep breath and settled down in front of the computer. I switched my phone to speaker and laid it next to my laptop.

"Mmmmm, those tits…" he murmered. They're big, and the babydoll really accentuates them. My breath fluttered in my chest. I admired my image on the screen smugly. I was glad he liked that he saw.

"Touch them," he ordered. I traced my fingertips down the curve of my breast, goosebumps under my touch, and squeezed. "Take it out. Suck on the nipple." I took a deep breath and lifted one breast out of the lingerie, teasing the nipple with my fingertip. I shivered, imagining my image on his screen. There was no way I could get it into my mouth. Surely he could see that.

"Get it in your mouth. Grab it and pull harder." I pulled up on the heavy flesh with both hands. It hurt a little. I could reach my tongue out and graze my nipple, but I couldn't quite get it into my mouth. I lunged awkwardly in one final attempt and caught it.

"Good." Ow. To me, licking my nipple is akin to trying to tickle myself. It feels like something, but the magic is completely absent. He noticed immediately and moved on. I hoped I hadn't disappointed him.

"You're such a pretty little thing. It's been too long since I last saw you." I blushed deeply. Something inside me purred and arched toward him. My hands absentmindedly floated across my body, touching myself softly as he might have- the curve of my waist beneath the sheer black fabric, the stark contrast of my milky smooth skin. I was turning myself on, visually. His voice seduced me too- low and calm. I couldn't tell if he was turned on. I hoped he was.

"Fuck yourself for me."
"With which one?" I giggled.
"The biggest one. No. Your favorite one, the one that makes you squirt."

Mmmm. Yes. He's sweet.

I leaned forward and slid the curve of the G-Ki into my wet cunt. It holds itself inside of me- hugging against my g-spot and my clit. I turned the vibration on low. My eyelids fell, a smile crossed my lips.

"Show me." Shit. I was self-conscious. But drunk on his words, compelled more by my desire to show him… My cheeks flushed hot. I shook my head, eyes downcast. I pressed the toy into me, blushing, hungry.

"Come on. Show me." My shame whispered not to. But I wanted to do what he asked. I wanted to be a good girl for him. I tilted the webcam down a little. With a trembling hand, I raised the hem of the sheer black fabric. I watched my image on the screen as my flesh became exposed- my hand over me, my pubic hair, the curve of my belly… The purple toy jutted vulgarly out of me.

I wondered what he was thinking- if he was hard, or if he was touching himself. I hoped so. I was pleased he was watching me. The vibrations whirred inside me.

"Fuck yourself with it." I did. I slid it in and out of my went cunt, pressing it against my swollen g-spot. My other hand gripped my thigh, my arm holding my lingerie up and baring myself to him. I was kneeling, legs spread. I breathed harder and faster.

"Harder." I did, beginning to whimper softly. I sped up eagerly.

"Can you smell your cunt?" I nodded, eyes shut tightly. He could see me, and that was all he needed. Fuck. I imagined him there in the room with me, ordering me according to his whims. I wanted to perform for him, and to succeed. My wetness dripped down my hand and made sloppy squishing noises as I fucked myself for his entertainment. I was close. But I wanted more.

"Can I… use the hitachi… please?" I breathed into the phone.

"You may." I grabbed the toy. I knew it wouldn't take long. I pressed the white round head against my clit and cried out.

"May I come??" I gasped, but too late. I fell forward, thighs clenching and cramping, coming. My body twitched violently, curled into a tight ball with buzzing at the center. My muscles seized, jolting my frame.

I shut off the toys, using all my strength, and puddled myself back in front of the screen. "I'm sorry."

"What?" he asked. "Why?"

"I asked too late. I couldn't stop."

"Sweetheart, that's ok," he reassured me. "You entertain me just fine. I'm not interested in stopping you from coming, ever."

I lay back and clicked the phone off of speaker, bringing it to my ear. We talked for a while, but I couldn't tell about what. I was still reeling and buzzing and floating. He talked me quietly to sleep, and after I hung up, my hand slipped down to my pussy, still slick, still throbbing. 

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