Do Not Disturb

I obey his directive and turn, covering my breasts initially before sliding my hands lower, uncovering inch by inch of skin, my breath quickening a bit.

HackOffMyBigCock: fuck bb. my cock is so hard.

“Show me it.” A futile request, yet one I always throw out. He never shows me his cam. I lean back on the bed and pull my panties off, now fully naked before him.

HackOffMyBigCock: give me camera control

“Please,” I growl.

HackOffMyBigCock: pretty please u gorgeous fucking woman

“That’ll work.” I grin. I lean forward, waiting, then clicking when a box pops up, asking for remote access. I’m pretty certain he has a way to get around my permission’s control, but I appreciate his not going there. The extra step of granting him access makes me feel like I have some semblance of control. I click on the permissions box and then lean back, watching the screen as it pans out, my cameras working without touch, zooming and focusing as he takes control of our session.

HackOffMyBigCock: lie on ur side. then open those legs for me.

“Do you want me to touch myself?” I watch the screen and wait for his response.

HackOffMyBigCock: no. use a toy. 1 of your small vibrators. Hold it gently on your clit. Turn slightly so I can see your pussy.

I angle my body toward one of the cams, keeping my knees bent and my sex open. I grab a toy and turn it to low, lying down on the bed and running it gently over my clit, whisper soft. My body instantly responses, lubricating my inner walls, my clit standing at attention and straining for more contact. I close my eyes. “Turn on your mic.”

There is an electronic beep, and I hear his breath, the sounds of a life somewhere else, far from me and my apartment of solitude.

“Hey there.”

“God, you are beautiful.” His voice is gruff, heavy with need. I love his voice. It brings to mind a face I will never see, a touch I will never feel.

I smile, my eyes closed, and imagine his mouth on me, replacing the toy, making an unhurried path across my sex. “I want you to fuck me so bad,” I whisper, the statement eliciting a thick groan from him.

“Tell me. Tell me what you’d do to me.”

“I’d get myself ready on your bed. Touch myself while I listen to you work. Imagine your hands on my skin, your mouth in between my legs.” I arch my back, needing more stimulation, and turn the vibrator up, moaning softly when it bumps hard against my clit.

“Come here. I want you to crawl to me on your knees.”

I don’t move. “Not just yet, I want you hard and ready before I take you into my mouth.”

He swears. “God, you are a tease. There isn’t a thing on this planet harder than my cock right now.”

“I’m picturing it right now.” I move the toy lower, and slip the tip of it into my sex, the intrusion perfect. I open my eyes, hearing the movement of the cam, and watch on-screen as he zooms in, focusing on my lips around the toy. “I want to feel every ridge on your cock as you tease me with it. I want you to slide the tip of it in and out of my cunt and feel how hot and tight I am for you.”

A low, guttural sound comes from him, and I arch my back, pushing further, my body greedy for more, the view of my sex pulsing around the hot-pink plastic erotic, even to me. Even to my eyes that have seen this view thousands of times.

“Please,” he whispers, his voice tight. “Deeper.”

I push it fully in, and the sounds of his orgasm rip through the speakers.

Some men are quiet when they come. There is a sudden pause, no sound at all. No soft breaths, no gentle moan. Their entire body clenches in a death grip of silence. Other men are vocal, moaning, speaking, gasping loudly as they expel their pleasure all over the keyboard. I had a shrieker once. A high-pitched shriek that blew out one of my speakers and made me fight back a smile. Mike is a groaner. He groans my name in a deep, guttural voice that runs a possessive touch down my back. His orgasms are long, enjoyable, and I feel a shot of arousal zip through me as he finishes. I squeeze my core around the toy, waiting, hoping that I might follow suit, my orgasm triggered by his. But the arousal fades, my attempts at catching it futile. I slide the toy slowly out, the camera zooming in on the action, his interest still piqued, and I hear him sigh as the length of it is exposed. “Fuck,” he sighs. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just avoided sucking my dick.”

“You complaining?” I move the mouse, turn off his access to my computer, and switch the video feeds, choosing the cam that shows my face. I grin, and hear him chuckle in response.