*Warning: smutty, NSFW, erotica ahead…
“Are you watching porn?”
“What? No!” I laughed and looked back at the screen. “It’s an empty room, why would you think it’s porn?”
“It’s obviously a web cam,” he said with a smirk as he stopped behind my chair. “A live feed of someone.”
“You have lots of experience with that sort of thing do you?” I said archly and he laughed low and dirty.
“I may know something about it but,” he spoke over my gasp of mock outrage. “That was a long time ago. Anyway, I’m not the one watching… whatever this is?”
“It’s a blogger I sort of follow. He did a live video feed the other week where he took off his shirt and chatted- ”
“So it is porn!” he accused lightly. “Should I be jealous?”
“Like you don’t watch porn when I’m not here,” I shot back. “It’s…” I shrugged, a little embarrassed. “Sexy and fun.”
“Uh huh,” he agreed and gave the back of my neck a reassuring squeeze. “So are we waiting for something here?”
“No. I think we missed it.” I clicked over to the email you had sent with the new date and time. “It was about an hour ago, I was still at work,” I said.
“Huh. Looks like it’s a live feed still.”
“I thought it was a still image? I just clicked the link to see if it was still going.”
“Show me the other one he did, let me see my competition.”
I opened a fresh browser and loaded up your blog, found the appropriate entry. “Here.” I stood up and went to get a drink and he slid into my chair. I heard your voice, grinned at your ‘I’ll just call you Kitten’ line.
“How many followers does he have?” he called out and I walked back over to watch over his shoulder.
“Hundreds I think. Did you see all the comments after he posted the video? Scroll down.”
Your voice is saying ‘Is this what you want Kitten,’ as we looked at some of the comments, asking for more, accusing you of being no fun for not sharing more, raining praise on you for what you did show.
“The kitten line is clever, makes everyone feel connected. What’s he doing now?” He scrolled back up as you say ‘I want to be more comfortable for this.’
“Taking his pants off,” I said softly then squealed as he pulled me into his lap.
“You remember it too fucking well. You were getting off to this,” he growled against my neck as I laughed. “How many times have you watched this?” he demanded as his fingers moved against my ribs.
“No,” I yelled and wiggled but he held me tight. “Just once, a couple,” I conceded between giggles. “But the best part isn’t there anyway.”
“What’s that?” he asked as he stopped torturing me and pulled me back against his chest. He scrolled back up just in time to see you smile and the video end.
“When it was live he ah…” I felt myself flush and rolled my eyes at myself. “Stripped and touched himself.”
“Oh so it was porn then,” he teased but I could feel his erection growing beneath me.
“I prefer to call it a study of the masculine form,” I teased back with a wiggle against him. “Feels like you approve of my study.”
“Mmm,” he hummed against my ear as his hands lifted to cup my breasts through my sleep tank. “I think you should study some more.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I said. “Shut this down and-” I broke off as he closed the blog window and the live link came back on screen.
“Hmm, looks like there’s a late show,” he said. “Or maybe this is detention? You got called back after class for being a naughty girl? Maybe I should punish you?”
“Haha,” I said with a grin and covered his hands with mine to guide them lower as you sat and seemed to be staring at the screen, your arms crossed over your chest which was covered in a dark gray shirt. “What’s he doing?”
“No idea,” he said absently as one of his hands slipped inside my pants and the other settled on my hip.
“Could he not know the camera is on?”
His hands stilled and his cheek brushed mine as he leaned forward to look at the screen, the scrape of his light beard making me shiver. “Doubtful. Maybe he’s waiting for more people to log on?”
“I was waiting for you Kitten, glad you joined me at last,” you said, your lips tilting into a slight smile.
“There you go kitten, he was waiting for you,” he teased as one hand slid between my thighs. “Hmmm, no panties? Are you hoping to get lucky?”
“Hmm, maybe,” I said as I tried to spread for his touch even as I looked at you. “Will he strip tonight, do you think?” I asked as I lifted my hands up to thread through his hair.
“Tonight I thought I’d keep my clothes on and talk about you, specifically what I want to do to you,” you said, your voice a little husky.
“Poor kitten, nothing for your spank bank tonight,” he said with a rough chuckle as his fingers explored my slippery flesh.
“I’ll spank you,” I threatened breathlessly as he played me just right, fingers gentle, bearded jaw rough, breath a hot caress.
“Ah Kitten,” you sighed and leaned in a little closer. “If only I could see what you were doing. I want to hear you moan, feel your skin.”
“Bet he’d love to feel this,” he said as he rolled a finger over my clit and I moaned lightly and turned my head to bite his jaw gently. “So hot and wet kitten. For me or for him, hmmm?”
“I hope you’re wet for me, thinking about last time,” you said and I turned back to the screen. “When you got to watch me, hear me come. I think it’s my turn.”
“Hear that kitten, he wants to hear you. Moan loud baby,” he urged as his fingers moved lower, two sinking into me as his thumb stroked.
“Why don’t you moan,” I said to him, to you? As I reached behind me and scraped my nails down his chest. “Get your cock out,” I ordered as my hips moved against his hand.
“Tonight’s all about you Kitten,” you said and I opened eyes I hadn’t realised had closed to find you leaning closer. “I want to hear what you want. Pretend it’s my hand and tell me what you like.”
“You heard him kitten,” he said and his hand went still. “No cock for you until you tell us what you like, I want to feel you come, he wants to hear it.”
“Fuck yeah I want to hear it,” you said and I moaned and begged.
“Please, move,” I said and clenched on his invading fingers.
“Tell me how you like it,” you urged, your voice tight.
“Hard, deep,” I gasped as his hand moved, sliding his fingers out then back in hard.
“More?” he said.
“Fast?” you said.
“Yes please,” I said and my nails scraped his stomach as I tried to open his pants.
“So polite Kitten,” you praised as you shifted in your chair.
“I want to see your cock,” I said then groaned a protest as he withdrew his fingers.
“Up,” he muttered and his hands gripped my hips.
I stood quickly and didn’t need him to tell me to take my pants off. A moment later he was pulling me back into his lap.
“Tell him what we’re doing,” he said his voice rough as he held me still.
My eyes locked to the screen, found you with your chair back a little as a hand traced down your chest.
“He can’t hear,” I protested as your hand stopped at your waist.
“Tell me,” you urged.
“We want to hear it,” he said. “You know you want him to hear it.”
I did, my own little exhibitionist streak, pretending you could hear us as I watched you.
“Tell me what you’re doing Kitten and I’ll show you what you do to me,” you offered and your hand went lower, pressing down on your bulge.
I wanted to see it, wanted to hear you breathless and panting while I was doing the same.
“We’re going to fuck,” I said softly. “In the chair, watching you. I’m-” my words faded into a groan as he positioned himself and pulled me down onto his cock.
“What?” he urged, his fingers hard on my hips.
“I’m sitting on his cock, it’s so hard and big,” I gasped as he pumped up into me.
“Baby I love it when you talk dirty,” he said encouragingly.
“How does it feel Kitten?” you said as you finally opened your pants and pushed down your briefs enough to free your cock.
I groaned and my pussy convulsed at the sight, hungry for more, hungry for you.
“So good,” I gasped then moaned as you stroked yourself slowly, almost lazily.
“Mmm, I like the sound of that Kitten,” you said as your eyes closed and you tilted your head back. Your free hand crept down your chest, unbuttoning your shirt.
“Oh fuuuck,” I groaned as he slid me up and down and you spread your shirt, your cock stretching up over your ripped abs.
“Rub your clit baby, let me feel you come,” he encouraged then his teeth scraped my neck and I shuddered helplessly, my hands clamped on his arms, my eyes locked on you.
“Can’t,” I gasped and you moaned and arched your hips. “I’m gonna…”
“Let me hear it Kitten, let me hear you come.” Was that you or him?
“Fuck me,” he muttered as his cock swelled inside me. “Baby, Kitten,” he groaned and pulled me down hard as he flooded me with his cum.
The sound I made, a groan, a plea, whatever it was you seemed to like it as your voice hoarse you said, “Kitten, that’s so fucking sexy.”
“You didn’t, he didn’t,” I gasped as we shuddered together.
He laughed raggedly and tugged my hair so I would turn to him and we kissed in between gasps for breath. “I don’t know how he resisted if he could hear you,” he said finally.
On the screen you grinned and said, “I told you, tonight was about you Kitten. I’m going to save this,” you stroked your cock once. “For later when I’m lying in bed, thinking about how good you sounded.”
Then you leaned back and tucked yourself away, so sexy in your open shirt and unzipped pants I squirmed and his hands flexed on my hips.
“You heard the man Kitten, let’s go to bed,” he said with a satisfied sigh.
“Night Kitten,” you said as your hand reached out and the screen went black.
“How often does he do these things?” he asked as I closed the browser.
“It’s a new thing so I’m not sure.”
“We should make this a thing, watching them together,” he said and I groaned and let myself collapse back against him.
“I suppose if you insist,” I said with a huff then ruined it all with a giggle.
“I think I might Kitten, gotta keep you satisfied.”
Read about the first live feed here: sometimes I like to watch…