What the Webcam Saw

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Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Romantic, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Erotic Sex Story: She plans on doing a little teasing on cam, but she ends up giving a better show than she intended.

I untied the thin belt around my waist. My robe slipped off my shoulders, falling to the floor of our hotel room. "How do I look?" I asked, but his wide-eyed expression and hanging jaw told me everything I needed to hear.

"Y-you look amazing," he stammered. But it was nice to hear it, too, I had to admit...

"Really? You don't think these pasties are too small?" I wondered, gesturing to the small, black hearts adorned with turquoise bows, the only things covering my sumptuous, sun-kissed breasts. "I mean, they barely cover anything." I walked closer to him, step by step, smiling inwardly as he squirmed on the bed, trying and failing to hide his growing desire. His pants bulged deliciously. "You can see almost everything. I might as well be naked..."

"It's a good look on you ... Why don't you come closer so I can see how lovely you look, kitten?"

I mewed and bit my lip. "Well, if you insist..." I softly dropped into his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and stared deeply into his eyes. "Like this?" A familiar and insistent hardness pressed urgently against my bottom. I gently wiggled against it.

"Mhm ... You look absolutely perfect," he told me, in between delicate pecks on my neck and earlobe. "How do you want to spend our day together then, Milly?"

"I had an idea or two," I confessed, as I undid the buttons on his shirt.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. You definitely deserve a reward after these last few days."

"I'm already sitting on my reward ... When do I get to unwrap it?"

He smiled and brushed a strand of hair out of my face, kissing me on my forehead. "Right now. I'm all yours, today. I promise."

I ripped open his shirt and moaned, running my fingers through his chest hair and over his hard abs. I left a trail of kisses from his collarbone, down to his chest, to his stomach, down past his happy trail ... As I started to fumble with his pants, his phone rang. "Ignore it," I hissed, unzipping him.

"I'll be quick!" he said, grabbing his phone, grimacing as he looked at the number. I sighed, feeling a touch of clairvoyance. "Hey Bill." It was his boss. Again. "No, I'm not busy." Liar. You're busy with me. Or you should be...

"You're on vacation," I mouthed, but he looked away. Such a good employee, aren't you? Let's see how good you are at multitasking ... I slid my hand up his pants, slowly, feeling his muscled legs through the fabric. My fingers reached his tumescent cock, curling around his shaft as I began to stroke him up and down through the fabric. He glowered at me, but he was trapped, unable to say "no." A deep warmth spread between my legs. I clenched them tightly, trying to ignore the sensation, but it was inevitable. The sensation of his manhood in my grip, at my command, throbbing, hard, aroused, all because of me ... I shuddered.

I kept my eyes locked onto his and smirked. He was at my mercy. I walked my fingertips up his cock, until I reached his zipper, slowly sliding it down. He tried to bat me away, but I dodged with a smirk. His boxers bulged through his open fly. I licked my lips as I reached in and extracted his manhood: thick, hard, strong, trembling gently with each pulse, and best of all, mine. I engulfed it at once.

He gasped loudly as my lips tightened around the base of his cock. "S-sorry, I just stubbed my toe," he lied. "I'm sorry, what were you saying? ... Right, right, the layoffs." His fingers gripped the couch tightly. He filled my mouth completely, perfectly, as though we had been made for each other, for this. I moaned softly, unable to keep my desire contained. I hungered. I reached into my thong. It was already moist. I bobbed my head, taking him as deeply inside of me as I could while I swirled the tip of my finger around my clit.

I cradled his warm, heavy balls with my free hand, gently massaging them as I sucked and licked his cock. It throbbed between my lips, a burning hot spear inside of me. I slipped a finger between my wet lips, forcefully rubbing, slowly, rhythmically. I wished it were his cock inside of my pussy, pumping furiously, his bare manhood inside my most intimate of strongholds, until he couldn't last any longer, until he surrendered and released his delicious warmth inside of me. The sounds of my slurping seemed to resonate through the room. Could his boss hear it? Did he know what I was doing?

My heart buzzed. My chest burned, the fire spreading through my limbs, down my abdomen, before igniting my loins. I wrapped my lips around his swollen head, the tip of my tongue exploring its contours as I softly lipped his crown. But I couldn't be satisfied this way. I took a deep breath and engulfed him, slowly working my way down his shaft until I was against him, his cock stuffing me, almost choking me, reaching all the way to the back of my throat as I moaned in appreciation, in thanks, for being able to experience him. His hand reached down and tussled my hair. I was a good girl, I knew.

My finger slid against my pussy furiously. All I could think about was us. I wanted him to explode inside me. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to swallow every last drop of him. I wanted to suck him off again and again until he was dried up like an abandoned house plant. He must be close to cumming. He just must be. But how long would I last?

My muscles tensed. I shuddered, my knees weak. My thighs clenched against my hand, but I struggled to continue. I was so close.

I gasped.

My body quivered, still impaled by his hard, thick shaft.

I fell onto my hands and knees, unable to keep my balance, but unwilling to release his cock just yet. All my thoughts evaporated before the intensity of the orgasm flowing out of me. My nostrils flared as I fought to catch my breath. I clenched my eyes shut. White supernovas flashed in the darkness. Oh god ... Oh god ... A muffled scream escaped my throat as my body went limp.

I looked up at him, only to see him grinning back at me, phoneless. I released his cock with a wet gasp, a thin strand of saliva still linking him to my lips. "Where ... where's the phone?" I asked, gasping for air.

"I hung up already. You were ... distracted. Lovely performance, by the way."

"And you didn't stop me? What a pervert..."

"I didn't dare stop you when you were having so much fun, Kitten. I know how much you enjoy earning your breakfast..."

I punched his thigh. "Jerk! You owe me now! And I'm ready to accept my payment ... You didn't even give me anything ... So how about you let me drink my breakfast now?"

"I have to work, Millicent. It's important."

"Work?! I'm offering to suck your dick and you have to work?! You can't! You're on vacation! With me! You've been working every day! When do I get time with you?"

"It won't be long! And there's lots of stuff you can do while I'm gone. You can go to the beach."

"Did it," I replied, standing up and climbing into his lap. His hard cock, still moist with my saliva, pressed urgently against me.

"I think I saw a sign for self-guided wine tasting downstairs in that fancy restaurant."

"Isn't that just 'drinking?'"

"You can go snorkeling by yourself. You love the ocean."

"I don't want to do anything by myself! I can be by myself anytime. It doesn't really require a lot: just me. We came here to be alone, just you and me, but your stupid boss keeps calling every single goddamned day and ruining it.

"Just tell him you're busy getting blown by your beautiful girlfriend and can't work! You won't even be lying! We can just spend the whole day with you in my mouth..." I said, tracing slow circles into his chest.

"I can't." He gently pushed me away. "I have to go. Bill needs me."

"I need you, too! Don't I deserve some attention, too? Who cooks for you? Who plans great vacations for you? Who rides you like a stallion? Me or Bill? And if you say 'Bill' for that last one, you and me? We're having a long talk."

"You know you're the most important thing in my life, Millicent. But you're not the only important thing. Sometimes I need to focus on other stuff. Even when we're on vacation. Look, I promise I'll be back soon," he explained as he got dressed.

"You said that yesterday and the day before and you took a long time both times! You need to start standing up for yourself! Do what you want to do and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise! Be more dominant, damnit! Are you listening to me? Sit back down!"

"I will be back as soon as I can," he swore with a kiss. Before I could object, he walked out the door, letting it glide back into place with a click as it locked.

I sat still on the bed as the clock ticked away. Fine, screw him. What did I need him for, anyway? I can have fun by myself. I stood up and tromped across the room, opened the mini bar, and sacrificed a small bottle of wine. And another. Maybe self-guided wine tasting wasn't such a dumb idea, after all.

I tossed the bottle into the trashcan. Guess I might as well put on something more practical if no one were going to appreciate my outfit ... I walked over to the dresser, but paused as I passed by the mirror, admiring myself.

Damn, I looked hot. I can't believe he walked away from this. I leaned in and brought my arms in against my breasts, deepening my cleavage. My pasties left almost nothing to the imagination: every curve of my breasts was on full display for anyone willing to enjoy the view. The thong didn't hide much, either. I had been exercising twice as much lately just to make sure I had the perfect ass for this trip, and John didn't even appreciate it ... What a shame. Someone should get to see me, at least. It was like hiding a Picasso in your closet: a crime against humanity.

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