Page 32 of Stalker

I let myself go, twirling just within the camera frame, taking my time to rub the flats of my hands over my stomach and arms, down my neck and between my legs. I was mindful of the time, slowly beginning to touch myself more and more.

With my breath skipping on purpose, I stared directly at the camera and slowly lowered one strap of my bra down my arm then the other. But I was a tease, shifting away from the camera and tossing my head over my shoulder. When I blew the camera a kiss, I sensed even through the internet lines I had the participants in the palm of my hand.

I jerked my hips from one direction to the other as I removed the pretty lace. Laughing provocatively, I held the bra out to the side before I allowed it to slip through my fingers. I cupped my breasts and spun around, continuing to dance as I tossed my head from side to side.

I’d heard from many of my favored clients how much they adored the mole on the underside of my right breast. I made certain to lift both so the dark spot could be seen. It had stopped fascinating me what men found sexy. I simply gave them what they hungered for.

There was no doubt as soon as the men on the other side viewed the frame, they’d have their dicks in their hands, panting as they moved closer to the screen. I often wondered how large their screens truly were. Was it a seventy-two inch or maybe larger? Did they sit with their friends drinking bourbon while enjoying themselves or was this a very private moment?

The dance continued for a few seconds longer. I had the timing laid out like an orchestrated song, finally moving to the bed with lithe movements. It was time to give them what they really wanted.

Hot, personal, private sex.

I laughed and licked my lips as I sat down on the end of the bed, placing both hands on my knees and slowly pushing them open. Purring, I tipped my head back as I exposed my glistening pink pussy. I shaved every day no matter if I was performing that night. It was a personal decision. Or maybe I was hoping for a sexy interlude of my own.

With the vibrator in hand, I began to tease my wet cunt, sliding the vibrating tip up and down several times. Every sound I made was breathless, guttural. But that would change as the seductive dance continued. I closed my eyes and continued rubbing, opening my legs as wide as possible.

I counted off the seconds before allowing them another treat. I thrust a couple of inches inside, pumping a few times as I stared directly at the phone. I could almost feel their collective pulses although I wouldn’t be around to experience their reactions. Moaning, I raked my hand through my hair several times before swinging my head from side to side.

Every few seconds, I twisted my legs, leaning back so my full pussy was exposed. After that, I counted to ten before pulling the beaded anal vibrator into my hands. While I thrust the remainder of the purple wand into my tight channel, I ran my tongue around and down the beaded implement.

I could only imagine what my watchers would think when they had a chance to view the entire video.

As I started to push the anal wand into my forbidden hole, I allowed myself a few seconds of enjoying my own fantasy. Maybe my anger at David’s asinine behavior continued to play on my emotions, but as I shoved the beads inside, turning the setting onto high, all I could think about was Wilder’s voice and the way he’d touched me.

Kissed me.

Fucked me.

There was nothing quite like the feel of double penetration.

The combination was intense, so much so that it became impossible to keep an orgasm from sweeping through me. My reaction had nothing to do with my acting abilities. The sensations were electric, made more so by the images of Wilder’s face remaining in the forefront of my mind.

A second, even more explosive climax rolled through me. How could anything so sinful feel so damn good? After tossing my hair, I allowed a deeper moan to escape, finally lifting my head and staring directly into the camera.

As I started to come down from the blissful high, I removed the purple passion vibrator, licking my cum off the wand. It was strange that only a few seconds later, a feeling of shame entered my mind.

How unusual.

Sighing, I did my best to seductively end the scene, slowly rising to my feet and moving toward the camera. After blowing a kiss, I giggled.

“Goodnight, boys. Until next time.”

As soon as I turned off the video, my smile faded.

There’d been none of the usual satisfaction, no fulfilling joy that usually settled my nerves and allowed me a feeling of full relaxation. Tonight, I felt nothing but disgust with myself.

But something in the back of my mind told me I’d do this again.

And again.

CHAPTER8

Stalker

Death becomes you.

They were words I’d said to a couple of my victims in the early days. I chuckled from the thought haphazardly entering my mind.

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