Cam Girl

by Sage L. Morgan

  "Do you want to see me eat her pussy?" Jackson asked the camera as he spread her lips to the camera again. The viewers tipped fervently.

  Jackson lowered his head and ran the tip of his tongue over her dripping slit. Arianna gasped when she felt it plunge into her, tasting her, before dancing up to her engorged nub. His tongue flicked and swirled around her clit. Arianna worked her hand over Jackson's hard cock as his mouth ravaged her.

  "Fuck me," Arianna said before she could stop herself.

  Jackson stopped and raised his head, looking Arianna in the eye. His soft lips were inches from her. Arianna wanted to grip his hair and grind his face back down onto her cunt. He stared back at her, his expression unreadable. Just when Arianna was convinced he was going to climb on top of her, he broke away and walked back to the computer. Arianna's face reddened as she watched him go.

  Was that the wrong thing to say? she wondered.

  "The finale is just around the corner and I can't wait," Jackson said. "Stacy's pussy is so wet and tight. The first person to tip a hundred dollars gets to choose something for her to say while I'm fucking her."

  Arianna sat up in bed as the computer chimed. Jackson shook his head and smiled devilishly.

  "The first user to tip a hundred at once. But, since you guys are so enthusiastic, Stacy is going to take everything off, now."

  Jackson watched impassively from the chair with his arms crossed. Arianna unclasped her bra, feeling empty. He'd decided that somebody could buy a word out of her, just like that, as if she was a pony giving rides at a birthday party. The computer chimed one last time when Arianna took off her crotch-less panties.

  Completely naked, she walked over to Jackson's chair and bent over so she could read the screen.

  "Thanks for the tip, giggity2000," Jackson said.

  Arianna balked when she saw what the user had chosen: "Daddy." Her mind instantly recalled her father's bearded, disapproving face. The thought of it nearly dried her up.

  Jackson stood and grabbed Arianna's hips from behind. "Ready?" He probed her wetness with the tip of his cock, almost questioningly.

  Arianna nodded as she turned the laptop so that it faced her. Her breasts hung low and full. In the video screen, she could see Jackson's face, his eyes cast downward in concentration. Her pussy twitched against the tip of Jackson's cock. He gripped her hips and rubbed her against the length of his shaft, painting it with her juices.

  "What are you supposed to say?" Jackson asked.

  "Daddy," Arianna whispered.

  Jackson's eyes met Arianna's in the video screen. Her heart vibrated inside of her, each pulse pushing out heat from her sex. Jackson's eyebrows furrowed as he took a step away from her. He braced himself on Arianna's hips and positioned his tip at her entrance.

  "What are you supposed to say?" he said again. He thrust deep inside of Arianna, making her scream.

  "Daddy!"

  "Good girl," Jackson said, pulling out slowly so she could feel every agonizing inch. He wrapped his hand around her neck. "Keep saying that."

  Arianna moaned as Jackson fucked her aching cunt, reminding herself to call him "Daddy,” even though she longed to call him by his real name. Oh, Jackson, she thought as he pounded her, each stroke of his cock flooding her entire body with pleasure. She bit her lip and caught sight of her face in the camera. Her ass shook every time Jackson slammed into her. She liked how it looked in Jackson's large hands, small and tight.

  Jackson pulled out and sat down on the chair, pulling Arianna down on top of him. She straddled his hips and impaled herself on his wet cock. The scent of their mingled fluids filled the room, humid and thick.

  "I want you to come," Jackson whispered into her chest.

  Arianna ground her hips into his, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. She got the feeling that the words he had whispered came from him, not for the benefit of the viewers but for her. They echoed inside her mind as the air filled with the sounds of Jackson's heavy breaths. I want you to come. I want you to come.

  Jackson grabbed Arianna's hips and forced them down. He bucked his hips harder, faster, drilling deep inside her, his face red with effort.

  "Daddy, please," Arianna cried.

  She could feel her muscles tightening, craving a release. Jackson slammed into her g-spot, and suddenly Arianna's thighs were slick as her pussy gushed.

  "Don't stop," she said.

  "I won't," Jackson said before he kissed her.

  Arianna saw colors flashing on the insides of her eyelids. She gripped Jackson's shoulders and, for a moment, imagined that there were no camera, no web show, and no tips. She imagined that she was more than Jackson's business partner, that the wine they had drunk had been shared over a romantic dinner.

  "Come on my dick, Arianna," Jackson whispered.

  Her name made her come instantly, like a switch. Jackson slammed against her g-spot, and Arianna screamed as she came over and over.

  "Come for Daddy," Jackson said, spanking her as he continued to fuck her, forcing her body to spasm into multiple orgasms.

  Arianna's body shook and her skin buzzed as she finally fell over Jackson's chest, her energy spent. Still hard, he slid out of her and let her rest against his shoulder. Arianna's eyelids fluttered. She could still hear the blood rushing in her ears, but she caught the end of Jackson's goodbye to his viewers before he signed off of his website.

  "That was intense," Arianna said, pushing herself up. She was surprised when Jackson's grip held her there. She looked at his face and caught him smiling lazily.

  "I told you why I asked you," he said, staring at her unblinkingly, "but you never told me why you said ‘yes’."

  The blood drained from Arianna's face. Had it been that obvious? God, he must think I'm so stupid.

  "Don't worry about it," Jackson said, as if reading her mind. He ran his hand down her spine, making goose bumps sprout on her thin arms. "Let's just say that I'm really glad you did."

  Arianna studied Jackson's expression, looking for a twitch in his lip or a humorous glint in his eye, anything to hint that he was joking. When all she could decipher was his generous, warm smile, she grinned.

  "If I remember correctly, somebody didn't get to finish what she started," she said, stroking the length of Jackson's cock. It had begun to soften, but sprang back to attention at her touch.

  Jackson opened his mouth. “It’s not—”

  His breath caught as Arianna lowered herself between his knees.

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