Page 96 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

Our food arrived, interrupting, and I chose not to continue the conversation, asking instead how his studies were going, if he was seeing anyone, and other, safer subjects.

By the time I got home later, I felt drained and heavy at the same time.

Setting up an account on Red Light Boys had made my heart race. It had felt taboo. I was doing something that no one could know about, after all.

I hoped it was in my favour that I wasn't one of the company's escorts, at least. I didn't meet anyone in person, and I even kept my face out of the videos.

Each time I uploaded a new one, I was paid a base amount for the length of the tape, then paid for views on top of that.

To my surprise, a lot of people had subscribed right from the start. Apparently, people liked my body. I got a lot of comments about it, a lot of people calling me things like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘cutie’ even though they only ever saw me from the waist down.

I needed the money to live out my dream of getting into research. I had to get my master’s degree. One of my professors had already offered to help hook me up, depending on how things worked out for me. But first, I needed to do this, and luckily, I enjoyed doing it.

It was a bit of an ego boost, and I liked seeing what I looked like afterwards and what people thought of it. It was interesting. For someone lean like me, people seemed to prefer it when I used dildos. They liked to pretend that it was their cock sliding into me.

I didn't mind. I was more of a bottom, anyway.

Or I was when I didn't spend all my spare time masturbating. This gig had seriously interfered with my dating life. I was too emptied out to bother going looking for dates. That would have to wait. Finding a boyfriend was a future me problem.

For now, I needed to upload something new. I needed the paycheck.

The house was quiet. I didn't know if Peter was home, but I didn't think he was. Despite our midnight interaction, it seemed we were still avoiding each other like the plague.

Speaking of the other night...

I sat at my computer, staring at the camera, realizing that I already had something filmed. Something I hadn't rewatched yet.

I didn't know if I was even in frame for it, but surely there was some useable footage on that tape, be it from before Peter had come in.

I swallowed. I hadn't had the heart to even turn it on or delete the recording, because the thought of seeing any part of what we'd done made me squirm in my seat.

Taking a shaking breath, I turned the computer on and went to the recording.

Before pressing play, I put on my headphones, just in case Peter was home and listening.

It started like my other videos did, with me getting everything ready. Normally I deleted those parts, but this time I watched as I went through the steps, lubing up my toys as I sat on the edge of the bed, and then getting into position.

I started by laying back, legs spread, so the camera got a good shot of my hole as I slipped a finger inside, then another.

Once I was ready, I took the smallest of my dildos, pushing it inside with ease and letting out a soft breath as I did. That was the extent of the noise I ever made. I was always worried about being too loud.

I watched in anticipation as I went through them, going up in size, my cock getting harder as I did. The view was good. I could use all of this. It was amazing, really, the way my body could take a big cock like this now. I wasn't quite at fisting level, but I'd definitely sized up since starting to do these solo sex tapes.

By the time I picked up my largest one, I couldn't breathe. I knew what was coming, and sure enough, I watched as I struggled to get the wide tip inside me and then the sigh of relief as it entered me. Just as I started to use it, sliding its long length in and out, making my cock twitch and leak, there was a loud banging.

My heart was racing as I watched the way I jumped. Peter started yelling through the door.

Asshole.

I scrambled up, and the dildo slipped out of me, landing heavily on the floor, and I practically fell out of bed, fighting back into my boxers.

It obviously wasn't staged. My arm hit the camera, making it wobble. Everything was out of focus and then, the bed came back into sharp relief and for a long time, there was nothing but our voices.

My heart was racing as I listened to the exchange as though I were a spectator, wondering what would happen next, even though I knew. You could hear the fear in my voice and a strange tone in Peter's that I still couldn't quite grasp except that it must have meant he was interested and trying not to show it.

Then he bent, still in his clothes in front of the camera and even though his face never quite made it into the frame, his arm did and part of his hand holding the dildo.

My choked voice followed.

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