Goons or the Dude at hand
The camera's red light blinks at me, casting a devilish glow over the crumbling kitchen of the old sanatorium. The corners of the room were smeared with old plaster dust, but nothing competed with my live wire humming.
I'm perched on the edge of a rusted stainless-steel table, wiped clean. My boots tapping into old cupboards below. My leather pants are already off, my new lace panties clinging to my hips like a second skin. So skimpy, so cute. My fingers trail down my stomach, teasing the waistband before dragging the fabric aside.
I'm live streaming in thirty-seconds. My audience is gonna lose their fucking minds when they see how wet I am. Geez, my slick surfeit could make metres of this old bench shine.
What an insane location. Crumbling. Graffiti splattered backdrop. Front and foremost, my pussy, my winking ring, elongated nipples and pouty mouth.
Two dildos sit beside me, awaiting action, in the dim light. The ribbed seven-incher is already dripping with lube, and the massive nine-inch monster? Fuck, I'll dribble enough spit on it to squeeze it into my arse.
I curl my tongue at the camera, flicking over my bottom lip. Catching my new silver lip stud.
Play time. Record and live, click into motion. My phone indicates two hundred and seventy fans online already. Twenty new dudes. Ka-ching. Ka-ching.
"Who wants to see me stretch this tight little pussy out?"
"Donate for three fingers or seven inches filling me first."
Those scanty pants are pulled between my crinkled pleats. Folds of delight shared, but not my inner sanctum or jelly bean clit.
I purr, palming the bigger dildo.
"Boys, you want me ravaged, big donation, the nine-inch whopper, splits my arse. Never been this big before."
I lick the black beast. I dribble spit and run my finger along its massive length.
The silicone pulses under my grip. I flex it. I release that girly sigh.
The one that gets those credits active in my account.
"Oh, fuck!"
Not the dildo. Not a fan to block. That's rare, I'm nearly too open-minded.
No, I hear it—a groan from the half-broken doorway.
My head snaps up, and there he is.
A scrawny, wide-eyed dude with messy hair, his hands frozen mid-air over the bulge in his jeans. His eyes are locked on me. He swallows hard, his throat bobbing.
I crook a finger, beckoning him closer.
"And you are?"
"Mm-Mark."
Christ! Lucky his name started with M. I'd have never got it otherwise.
"Come here, dude," I say, my voice dripping with syrup and sin. "Unless you'd rather just watch?"
He stumbles forward, his boots scuffing against the broken tiles. The moment he's within reach, I grab his wrist and yank him against me, my lips crashing into his.
He tastes like mint, his mouth opening for me like he's been waiting his whole fucking life to kiss a woman like me.
Probably has. You don't often get Salome and Jezebel rolled into one.
I bite his bottom lip, pulling a whimper from him, before shoving my tongue down his throat. His hands grip my waist.
I pull back just enough to offer, "You like watching me play with myself, don't you?"
I drag his hand down my body, forcing his fingers to my lace.
"Lift it, baby, lift it through my gash!"
God, I ease him slightly to the side. I have a fuckin' international audience.
He tugs up and down. The fabric in my sensitive niche makes my juices seep. My thin lacey knickers are sodden. Fuck, they'll fetch a decent price online.
"Oh, yeah, ooh, tug. Ooh yeah, rub. Rub, tug, rub. Oohh, oohh!"
Nothing fake here, for a young dude, he was doing a damn fine job.
Still with a pussy like mine and the unexpected, my body felt primed for the big O today.
"Feel how wet I am for you, baby."
I guide his finger to my slick, silken honey. Spread his fingers under my panties, both sides of my clit.
"Christ!"
I see his eyes pop. Yep, I have a frickin polished pink pea in my flesh arsenal.
He groans, his thumb circling my clit, his fingers go to pry aside my panties, before I smack his hand away.
"Nuh-uh," I tease, pushing him back.
"You don't get to lick it yet. I want your stiff rod in my mouth first."
Okay, new territory, beyond a solo show.
In the corner of my eye, six hundred fans are viewing.
I drop to my knees, my fingers making quick work of his belt. His cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, the head flushed and desperate. I lick the pre-cum off with a slow, deliberate swipe, savouring the salty taste. He's thick, veins bulging along his shaft, and I can already tell he's gonna stretch me out in all the right places.
I take him deep, my throat fluttering around his head before I pull back.
"Fuck, you're big, for a random," I murmur, stroking his shaft with one hand while cupping his balls with the other.
"Gonna feel so good when you're buried inside me."
Viewers hit one thousand, with that word 'random.'
I hollow my cheeks, taking him to the back of my throat on the first try. Copious spit and lots of dildo practice to avoid the gag reflex.
His hips jerk forward, his fingers cup my cheeks, as I bob up and down, my tongue swirling around his tip every time I pull off.
"Ugh, ugh," so primal.
His moans are music to my ears, his cock twitching as I deep-throat him again.
For the camera, I say, repeat after me, "Ju-Lee. Ju-lee."
"Fuck, Ju-Lee—" he gasps, his thighs trembling. "I'm gonna—"
I pull off with a smirk, leaving him glistening with my spit.
"Not yet, baby," I say, standing up and shoving him onto the table. "I want you to fuck me first."
Like any male, he thinks I want his cock.
"Dude, the toy, the ribbed one, now."
Luckily, I lubed it. He smashes between my cute pinkish crinkles, very fast.
"Orrgh! Whoo! Oohh! Yeah! Sheez! Mmm, mmm, mmm."
I take an instant deep filling, a sensational clutching and a string of tingles through my private erect jelly bean.
He's working it well now. The ribs are doing their internal and external tug and pull.
Ping, the tips are going insane. Fifteen hundred online.
"The big black one, spit on it."
He covers the tip in saliva. Fuck, I added a drizzle wad and extra gel.
And a squirt in my cute patootie. My rilled balloon knot winks.
He goes to remove the seven inches from my pussy.
"Nah, fill both, fill my holes, now!"
"Orrgh! Christ! Ooff! Arragh! Oof! Yes, yes, yes, deeper, ooh, ooh!"
Ping! Ping! Ping! What is it about anal that spikes the viewers?
Yeah, it's dirty, yeah, it's dirty, fuck it's good, so fuckin good, the double fill.
My butthole has a delirious spasm, my pussy enjoys a dildo joyride.
The twofold clench of my seeking holes. Wonderful, surreal shards of pleasure. Bliss shaped by flesh. Flesh, expanding, gripping, possessing, refusing to release the intoxication of sensation.
My arse was a private churn of bliss. My pussy became an intimate cascade of leaking gratification.
The filling. The filling. So, womanly filled.
Where did the willpower come to end the double dip—to seek cock. Probably primal biology. I was over-prepped.
Pop, pop, two holes empty; but needing a refill.
Ping. Two thousand dudes gooning as I straddled his hips.
He groans, his hands gripping my ass, fingers digging in as I rub myself against him.
I can feel how hard he is, how desperate he is to be inside me. I reach between us, lining him up with my entrance before sinking down in one smooth, controlled motion.
"Oh, fuck," I moan, my head falling back as he fills me up.
He's stretching me nicely, but I love the spread. I roll my hips, taking him deeper, my nails raking down his chest.
It's my show.
I ride him.
And I can ride.
I bounce on his cock.
Fast.
The slow.
The grippy rise that inches up and over every sensitive piece of stretched, stiff male skin. Combined with the slutty clutch of enveloping fem-skin. Silk wraps solid. Conduit and clasp, the twin goddesses of feminine sexual power combine.
Then the friction express. The ball slapping, the rising to my opening. Repeated and repeated. In the act, we can do no more than repeat. It's addictive. The repeat creates its own compelling, near-unstoppable beat.
Okay, you want it simple, my fans like it simple.
"Oohh! Oohh! Yeah! Mmm, mmm."
Fuck there is nothing like being a woman in control of riding a dude.
The old bench creaks under us, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room along with our ragged breaths.
I lean forward, my tits bouncing in his face, and he sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make me cry out.
" Uugh! That's it, baby," I pant, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Oh, for the guys who have to dominate, I say:
"Fuck me like you mean it."
He flips me onto my back in one swift motion, pinning my wrists above my head as he pistons into me.
The table groans under our weight, the metal protesting as he fucks me senseless.
"Ooh, I can't take the pounding, but pound me anyway. Aahh! Aahh!"
"Fuck, I'm close," I whimper, my freed nails clawing at his thighs.
Sheez, ping! Ping! I hit two thousand live.
My pussy is a purse. But my arse might create a jackpot.
"Slam my arse," I instruct.
Well, I was well-prepped by my black monster.
"Oh, you dirty boy, nice surprise. Mmm, mmm."
He spat in my ring and delved his tongue tip for a swirl.
As he slams into my balloon knot, his cock pulses. My butthole tingles. It tightens and gives wonderfully in the same immediate instance.
"Oof! Oof! Fuck! Yeah, deeper, ooh! Yeah! Deeper! Arragh! Arragh!"
Ping, three thousand following live, and the tips tray has gone berserk. Fuck guys and a backdoor show!
And yet so it should, my backdoor is premium, it looks divine— stretched, invaded and utterly occupied. I like a peek at the feedback as I get shafted live.
He jacks off in my arse. He was a goner on the invite. I'm tight as tight.
Still, he delivers enough, I scream, my back arching off the table as my own orgasm rips through me, my butthole clenching around him as I milk every last drop from him.
"Oorggh! Uugghh!"
When we finally collapse, breathless and sweaty, I grin up at him.
What is it about a female orgasm delivered that makes viewers start to drop away? Bloody gooner's chasing the next climax channel.
I flex my arse down the camera, releasing a cute taper of gooey man glue.
Those fans who stay till the end deserve the extra.
"Next session, same time tomorrow," licking cum from fingers, parting gift.
The camera is off.
Mark is zipping up his pants.
"Hey dude, if you're free, same place, same time—"
He's already nodding. He knows first-rate pussy and arse.