Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 72(@250wpm)___ 60(@300wpm)
I was already aroused as I grabbed my wig and secured it in place, slipped my kitty mask and ears on, and finished getting dressed in my barely-there outfit.
And when I sat on my bed, the neon-pink string lights already on and illuminated behind me, my heart raced.
I logged in to my account.
There were already people in the queue, waiting for me to accept their access to my page or to pay me to privately show them my pussy. But it was one user in particular I searched for.
And when I didn’t see him waiting, there was a sting of confusion and disappointment that filled me.
A text message had me reaching over and grabbing my cell with shaky fingers. I knew who it was before seeing the name or text.
Daddies: You know the rules. If you accept more private clients, I’ll spank your ass red until you can’t sit comfortably the next day, and Gunnar will fuck your throat until you gag hard enough to throw up.
My mouth dried, but my pussy became even wetter.
They were obscene and dirty. They were sadistic men who made me wholly masochistic.
Daddies: Tell us you understand and that you’re going to listen to us.
I nodded even though they couldn’t see me. I knew more than likely they were close enough to see me. Hell, they were probably watching me through the bedroom window.
I glanced at said window, but the sheer curtain covering it and the darkness of night made it impossible to see anything outside. My lights, however, would give them the perfect view of me.
I didn’t respond, just set my phone aside and declined all my current subscribers with private wishes until there was no one in the queue. I’d go through my subscription requests later.
And that’s when his—their—name popped up.
XXu-KnOw-U-wAnT-iT-lItTlE-gIrLXX
I didn't know why my fingers shook as I opened our private window and switched on my camera. Their end was black despite their camera being turned on.
And then I could see them. Or more so, I could see where they were.
They had the camera flipped, and I was staring right at… my bedroom window.
I looked over at the sheer curtains, unable to see them but obviously knowing they were there. I stared at my laptop as their camera panned out, moving along the side of the house, then finally to my front door.
Ominously, the door creaked open, and the camera lifted to show Tate already standing in my foyer. I didn't know how long he’d been there… how long he’d been watching me. I hadn’t seen him when I rushed to my room.
And then I could hear the sound of footsteps moving closer, both outside my bedroom and through my laptop, I watched the screen intently as they came down the hall and stopped at my door. And then a second later, it opened.
I was already so turned on as I stared at Gunnar and Tate. Gunnar stepped in first and set the phone up on the dresser, pointing it at me.
Tate stepped in and shut the door behind him, sealing the three of us in.
“Not gonna fuck around tonight.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out. “We’ve been hard all day. Time to take care of that.”
Gunnar did the same, took his huge hard-on in hand, and started stroking himself.
“Gun, get on your knees, and let’s get this fucking show started. A little private one, Sunny girl.” Tate winked, and Gun was on his knees in front of him seconds later. Sideways, of course, since my men knew how much I loved to watch.
“Spread your thighs and play with yourself. Let us see how wet your cunt is while I choke on Tate’s dick.”
I moaned, but my legs were already spread, and my fingers were on my clit before Gunnar even finished ordering me to place them there. And once I was in the position they wanted, he started taking Tate into his mouth. Deep.
“You like watching him gag on my cock as you play with that little pink pussy of yours, don’t you, little kitty?”
I was breathing so hard that there was no way I could actually answer Tate with words.
“Feels so fucking good, Gunnar, letting me mouth-fuck you as Kitten here plays with that perfect cunt.” Tate slid in another inch. He was focused on me as he gripped the back of Gunnar’s hair. “You know what I like,” he growled to our man. “Relax and take all of me.”
I looked over at my dresser, where Gunnar had placed the phone. I could see myself on the bed, legs spread, fingers shoved between my thighs as I played with myself.
“Gonna rewatch that video while I jerk off, Sunny girl,” he said as soon as he let Tate’s cock slip from his mouth. He had a hold of the base as he masturbated our lover and stared at me.