Filthy Cam Girl: A Captive Virgin Romance

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by JB Duvane


  She surprised me by sliding off the bed and getting on her knees in front of me. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

  As much as I’d thought about watching my cock disappear into her virgin pussy, sliding my cock in between those perfect, pink lips while those blue eyes gazed up at me was a close second. But right now, as those lips parted and those eyes stared up at me, it seemed like the most important thing in the world.

  I placed one hand on top of Ashley’s head and the other around my cock, my index finger and my thumb not even touching. My hand slid down to the side of her head and I caressed her cheek while her eyes examined the massive head of my cock.

  “Eyes up here, sweet pea.”

  The clear sea blue of her eyes was immediately visible. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

  “I know,” I smiled.

  I traced those pink lips with the head of my cock, watching the skin drag across the silvery gloss she always wore. Her lips always looked like they were ready to be invaded.

  I sucked my breath in when her tiny tongue slithered out of her mouth and flicked across my sensitive skin. Then, as Ashley’s mouth opened and her tongue swirled around to the bottom, I inserted the head into the space she made for me. But there was no way she could have anticipated what was coming—even with her eyes wide open. I watched her eyes grow wider as she strained to fit just the head into her mouth. When the ridge was past her lips they closed down around the shaft, but there was a good three-quarters of my cock still visible.

  “That’s it, Ashley, take it nice and slow.”

  Her eyes were still trained on mine, almost closing each time I thrust into her mouth, but then opening up again when I pulled out a little, sending me dangerously close to the edge.

  “Fuck, you’re lips are so perfect,” I growled as I gripped the hair on either side of her head, sending my cock in a bit further with each thrust. Ashley’s cheeks were puffing out and her lips were stretched wide but she did everything she could to let me in deeper. I felt her tongue flatten out against the bottom of my shaft, which I knew was a trick girls used to stop the gag reflex. I almost came right there and then from the knowledge that she wanted to please me so much that she was pushing herself.

  Tears started to form in her eyes as my cock slid a bit further down her throat. I was too far gone now. I wasn’t the man who wanted to protect her anymore—the one who would die before he saw her hurt. Now I was the man who was seconds from cramming his cock as far down Ashley’s throat as he could, no matter how many tears she shed.

  I became hypnotized by her eyes and the movement of my cock in and out of her mouth. I watched every single movement of hers with utter amazement: the blink of her lids, the twitch of her head, the tears and saliva running down her face. Before I knew it, my cock was halfway inside her mouth. That sight and those beautiful eyes still looking up at me was all it took to send me over the edge.

  My body shook as my load shot straight into Ashley’s mouth. I could feel her throat close around me with each swallow, the muscles slowly milking the last drop out of my quivering cock.

  The Truth Comes Out (Ashley)

  I couldn’t help myself. Before he came, before I felt the thickening and tightening of his cock in my mouth, I reached down and slid my fingers between my pussy lips. I kept one hand on Drake’s hip to steady myself, while the other circled my clit.

  It felt so strange to think of him as Drake now. Even though that’s what I always called Sir when I closed my eyes, and every other older man for that matter, a part of me always knew it wasn’t him. But this time it was him. I was really sucking his cock—on my knees in front of him while I looked up in to his amazing eyes. Drake McDermott was sliding his fucking amazing cock in and out of my mouth.

  I wanted so badly to please him and make everything perfect for him. I had to. I had to make it up to him somehow.

  I wanted to take all of him down my throat, every single inch of his massive cock. But no matter what I tried, no matter how much I willed it to disappear, the best I could do was swallow half of his cock. I was going to work on it—practice every single day until I could swallow that whole thing all the way down my throat. I was going to make him come like he’d never come before.

  I continued to play with my clit and when I noticed a change in the way he was moving—faster and with more urgency—I knew he was very close. Just that knowledge sent me right to the edge, but I held it off—I waited until I felt a stream of his hot come shoot to the back of my throat before I allowed myself to as well.

  My body started to jerk forward but I continued to take him down my throat, my muscles closing around his cock every time I swallowed. I could hear his groans and feel his hands on the sides of my head, but I was so lost in my own ecstasy by the time he pulled out of me that I collapsed against his legs.

  Drake picked me up and set me down on the bed, then crawled in with me and pulled the sheets over us.

  “That was incredible, little sweet pea.”

  I felt his lips touch my forehead but was unable to open my eyes. Everything felt so perfect and every fiber of my being wanted to float there next to Drake and hear him call me sweet little nicknames forever. I imagined that nothing bad had ever happened in the world before this. That somehow we had just been plucked out of our normal lives and were floating together. No before and no after … just now. I felt his strong arms around me, completely enveloping me and making me feel so warm and safe.

  When I finally opened my eyes, Drake was right there, his arms still around me and his eyes gazing down at me. He brushed my hair back off my face and smiled, but somehow his eyes looked sad.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, hoping I hadn’t done anything to disappoint him.

  “Nothing. I’m just thinking about you.”

  “What about me? Did I do something wrong?”

  “No, of course not. Why do you think you did something wrong?”

  “You just don’t look very happy, I guess.”

  “I’m very happy,” he said, kissing my head. “I just want to make sure you’re happy, Ashley. That’s very important to me. I don’t want to scare you or make you uncomfortable. I know it probably doesn’t seem like that. But I want you to know that I … I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t intend to when I brought you here and I don’t want to hurt you while you’re here.”

  “What do you mean ‘while I’m here?’ How long do you want me to stay for?”

  “I don’t know, Ashley. In my fantasies you stay forever. I want to be with you, if that’s something you think you might want.”

  “I do! You don’t even have to ask!” I was so excited at the idea of staying in this gorgeous house with Drake for the rest of my life I could barely contain myself. But his eyes still had that sadness in them and I could tell there was something more on his mind.

  “But things are more complicated than I thought they would be. I ran into the police while I was at your dorm room today—“

  “What were you doing there?”

  “I … I was going to grab your laptop to make sure there wasn’t any incriminating information on it. I was worried that maybe it wasn’t password protected and all of your private activities would be available to anyone who opened it up.”

  “No, it’s not password protected. I really should have done that, but I never think about that sort of thing until it’s too late.”

  “Most people don’t.”

  “That was very thoughtful of you, Drake. Thank you. But why were the police there? Who would have called them?”

  “That Justin boy told the RA of your dorm and they contacted me this morning. I’m assuming he also called the police.”

  “Why would he have done that? How did he even know I was missing?”

  “You didn’t have any plans with him yesterday?”

  “No. I don’t know, maybe he said something while he was over the other night about seeing me later, but there was nothing planned.”

  “Anywa
y, I told the police that I was concerned about you because of what you did to yourself last year. So it looks like word is spreading that you might be dead, which I hadn’t planned.”

  “What had you planned?”

  “Well, I hoped since you rarely attended classes and didn’t socialize at all, that you would be viewed as a dropout. I was planning on gathering your clothing and possessions at some point, but that Justin kid kind of ruined everything. I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea for you to stay here now.”

  “But they might still think I dropped out. I could text Justin and tell him to fuck off, which is what I should have done a long time ago. No one has to know anything.”

  “No, I don’t think you should do that. There’s something about that kid I don’t like, and I don’t trust. If the police took your laptop, they’ll probably figure out that you disappeared right after you got that message to check the texts on your phone.”

  “But they could never trace any of that back to you, could they?”

  “I don’t think so. I used a fake name and disposable credit card to create my account on Daddyland, but you never know. I’m not the dean of the computer tech department.” He smiled when he made that joke, but I could see that he was actually very worried.

  “I don’t want you to get into trouble, Drake. I don’t want to be the cause of any more trouble for you! But I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to go back to my old life. I want to stay with you.” My stomach felt sick. Now that I finally had what I’d wanted for years I was finding out that I might not get to keep it after all. I could feel tears running down my face as I looked up at Drake. I loved him. There was no way I could go back now.

  The Real Reason (Drake)

  Ashley sat on a stool at the kitchen island, her big eyes following me around the room as I prepared lunch, or breakfast, really. We’d spent the night in her bed, then made love in the morning. Not the way we’d both been desperate for. I still wasn’t quite ready to pop that cherry of hers. I wasn’t sure when it was going to happen, but I figured I’d know when the time was perfect.

  I explored her pussy and asshole with my fingers while she lay on her stomach, wanting so badly to feel those tight muscles clench around my throbbing cock. When she reached her hands back and spread her ass cheeks apart for me I just about lost it. She actually wanted me to stick my cock in her asshole. She had no idea what she was asking.

  “Not yet, sweet pea. We need to work up to that.”

  “But I’ve had all kinds of things in there. My fingers, dildos …”

  I flipped her over and straddled her, sticking my massive cock in her face. “You really think you’re ready for this?” I asked, smiling down at her widening eyes.

  “Okay, maybe you’re right,” she said with a meek smile.

  “I’ll tell you what. I’m going to fuck your mouth again—see if we can get it in a little further this time—and you can show me how much you want to come for me. I liked having you come right when I did last night. While my cock was buried in your mouth.”

  “So did I.” Her eyes sparkled as I lowered my cock to her lips. I watched the head disappear in between her pink lips, then further inside her mouth. She was already taking more of my cock in this morning. I balanced myself with my hands on either side of her head while I thrust my hips toward her face, working my cock deeper and deeper down her throat.

  Somehow, I’d never fucked a woman’s face in this position before, as if I were fucking a pussy missionary style, and it was intoxicating. The angle was better and the view was very nice. I could feel Ashley tense up underneath me and at first I worried that I was choking her, but when I saw her eyes I knew that she was close to coming. My cock hadn’t completely disappeared inside her mouth, but it was in further than the last time, so I let myself spill over the edge while I watched her shake and writhe underneath me.

  I was already getting used to having her with me. I truly hated the thought of Ashley having to leave, but I didn’t know if I would be able to make it work.

  As she watched me cook, I had a feeling she wanted to ask me something, but I wasn’t prepared for the question that came out of her mouth.

  “Isn’t she here?”

  “Who?” I knew exactly who Ashley was talking about.

  “Jessica’s mom,” she said in a meek voice.

  “Her name is Samantha, and no, she’s not here.”

  Ashley was silent for a few more minutes, maybe waiting for the explanation that I wasn’t ready to give her yet. When she finally spoke again she thankfully didn’t stay on the subject.

  “This isn’t the house I remember from when I was a kid. It’s similar—the furniture is the same, but when I looked out the window—“

  “This is a house that belongs to Samantha’s father—or to the college, specifically. He is the president of Westshire and this house is one that is kept for upper administration. I think he lets us live here because of his daughter, though.”

  “But you are part of the administration.”

  “Yes, but I’m a department dean, not exactly that high on the totem pole. Not in his eyes, anyway.”

  “I doubt that,” she said with a smile. “You seem like the kind of man who gets what you want.”

  I looked up at her from the vegetables I was chopping. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no. You can be the most powerful man in the world and still not get everything you want. Unfortunately, the fate of the world—and the people in it that I care about—does not rest in my hands.”

  “What do you mean? What don’t you have that you want?”

  I thought about it for a moment. It seemed obvious to me, but maybe to someone so young—someone with so little life experience—it wasn’t. “Well, for one thing I can’t very well have one of the students in my department be seen coming and going from my own house. I have to worry about how things look.”

  “Is that why you brought me here the way you did?”

  “Partly,” I said. I didn’t particularly want to have this conversation, but I also knew it wasn’t fair to Ashley to keep her in the dark. I wasn’t a monster. Not a total monster, anyway. “It was also partly because I didn’t want you to know my identity.”

  “Why?”

  “Because of who I am, who we are to each other. I’m old enough to be your father. You practically grew up in front of my eyes. Considering that, it wouldn’t be possible for us to have any kind of proper relationship—not to mention with my job and Samantha—so I guess I felt more comfortable keeping my identity to myself.”

  “I wouldn’t have minded.”

  “What?”

  “Any of it. You being who you are … a proper relationship—or an improper relationship, for that matter. I just never imagined that you would want to be with me.” She sat there looking up at me with such a hopeful look in her eyes that it made me smile. Everything she did made me smile. “There must be all kinds of women practically throwing themselves at you.”

  “Just because women throw themselves that doesn’t make them worth catching. After … well, after everything that has happened over the last couple of years I’d pretty much given up on any kind of relationship. I haven’t noticed any women in a long time.”

  “Because of Jessica?”

  “Yes, definitely. Losing her was incredibly hard … on both of us—her mother and me. There’s more, though.” I pulled a tray of grilled potato wedges out of the oven and spooned them onto two plates. “But nothing worth ruining breakfast over.”

  “Drake, tell me. I want to know more about you. You know so much about me and I feel like I know so little about you. You’ve always been a mystery to me.”

  “I’m no mystery. Just a man.”

  I looked at her for a long moment. The conversation was starting to tread on thin ice for me. I felt like too much was coming up too fast and I was getting uncomfortable. But deep down I knew she was right.

  It didn’t matter that I wanted to control her in the bedroom
or that she actually wanted to stay here with me as my plaything. While we were outside of the bedroom, she deserved answers to her questions. She deserved to know the truth about me. I mounded scrambled eggs onto each plate, placing one in front of Ashley and one in front of an empty seat, then grabbed some coffee cups.

  “I suppose there are some things that have happened in my past that have … colored … the way I see the world, and the way I view the people around me. One of the reasons I brought you here is because I wanted to keep you safe.”

  “Safe from what? From those guys online?”

  “No, I’m quite sure you can take care of yourself when it comes to those old bastards.”

  “Then from my boyfriend?”

  I cringed when she said that word. All I could think about was that little asshole’s face when he challenged me in Ashley’s room. “I can’t say that it thrilled me to see you with a guy like that—“

  “You saw us together?” she asked, a perplexed look on her face. I had to think quick, I knew she rarely went out, but I also knew she left her room with him on occasion. I’d watched them leave together.

  “Well, I didn’t exactly see you. I’m pretty sure I heard some students talking about the two of you,” I lied.

  “What students?”

  “It doesn’t matter, Ashley. What I’m trying to say is that I thought you could do much better than that little twerp.” I filled up the coffee cups and sat down in front of my plate of food, none of it looking particularly appetizing anymore. I hated lying to Ashley, but there was no way I could ever tell her that I’d had hidden cameras installed in her room, no matter how good my original intentions were.

  “Yeah, I agree,” she laughed, then looked down at a her fingers as one of them scratched at the edge of the counter. “Then what else is there to keep me safe from?”

 

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