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Oh, he looks so good, ruddy cheeked and panting, as he gazes at you like you hung the moon. “Please, please-”

“Shut up,” you snap, never pausing from working the fleshlight up and down on his fat cock. 

“I…I can't, not again, please-”

You slap him sternly across the face. “I said shut up!”

Vaguely, you hope you're doing this right, as you school your expression to one of passive annoyance. Given how he moans, how his hips stutter as his cheek throbs, you must be doing alright. 

Fuck, you wish it was you, bouncing on his thick cock instead of the cheap silicone pussy. It seems like such a waste, every load he pumps into the pocket pussy making you jealous, making you seethe-

But that's not exactly fair, is it? A tiny voice needles you. It's not like he knew about your feelings for him when he proposition you; he had just been a neighbor before your ex came in screaming about your day job as a cam girl-

It started simply enough; he watched your every video, subscribed, shot you a bit of cash here and there for specialized videos.

Then Jordan got bolder. 

It was cute, watching him muster the courage through your peephole as he paced back and forth outside your apartment. You had always liked him, but never really thought twice about him- he had to be twice, if not three times your age. 

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you had greeted, robe open and tits out as he floundered in the hall. “You wanna come inside?”

He had nodded breathlessly, and it had started that day. He had asked, sheepishly, if you ever thought about making a little extra cash on the side. Under the table, he had assured you, unable to keep his eyes off you. Off your legs specifically, and it was that day you had let him kiss your feet, lick the bottom of your stiletto heel as he smoothed his hand up the smooth black nylons, never going past your knee as he murmured about how soft you were, how good you felt, how you were the only one who could get his cock up-

And then he had ran. Tossed two grand in cash in your lap and ran, leaving you a bit dizzy and faint with want.

It became a weekly thing, and soon it was obvious you were the only person in his life.

He loved you, loved worshipping you; rubbing your feet, painting your nails, massaging your body, your back, your arms, your legs, but restrained himself from touching your tits, your sex, your ass…

It was infuriating, how wet and achy he always left you, but when he pulled out the fleshlight, you were helpless to resist.

To your surprise, Jordan came quickly.

You didn't even have a chance to slide it all the way down before he came, throwing his head back and groaning your name, his grip on the arm of the couch tightening.

It makes you squirm, how he looks at you after.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I haven't- it's been so long-”

You frowned at his apologies. “You don't think we're done here, do you, Mr. Greene?”

He swallowed as you nuzzled your nose against his flushed cheeks.

“You're done when I say you're done,” you had said-

And now here he was, over an hour later, on his fourth orgasm.

Fuck it, you think, crawling into his lap.

His dark eyes widen. Jordan swallows, as you peel your old sports jersey over your head. Your perfect tits make him stumble, “Sweet- sweetheart-” 

But he doesn't try to touch, just digs his fingernails into the couch, into his knee. 

“You gonna come, huh, old man?”

“Pl-”

“Don't say please,” you murmur, bending to push your breasts in his face.

He moans at the supple skin, as his beard rasps along your precious flesh.

“Tell me what you want,” you keep your voice low as your nose slides along his. He follows helplessly, as you coo, “What you wanna do to me, and maybe I'll let it happen.”

“I can't-! I don't deserve it, please, please-”

You hush him. Twisting the pocket pussy, you look down at the sex toy and ask, “You'd rather fuck this than me?”

He pants, tears pricking at his eyes. “You- you don't under-understand-”

“I know I want you.”

Fuck, you say it so simply. He swallows thickly, sweat dotting his brow.

“I want this last load in my pussy, Mr. Greene.”

Jordan grunts, “I can't.”

“On my tits than?”

That breaks him, you can see it on his face. Sliding off his lap, you spread your legs, flashing him the sight of your white cotton panties, the wet spot on them-

“Don’t you want to be a good boy and come for me? Don't you want to feel good?”

“Don't- don't deserve it-”

You ignore him, jerking the device up and down in quick succession, focusing on just the tip of his dick. 

“I'm-” he grunts, brow furrowing as he comes apart. “Coming!”

“Good.” You let go of the fleshlight.

Jordan huffs and pants and desperately tries to keep from sobbing as gravity pulls it down, down, down, the insides gooey with his seed, hugging his spent prick too tight-

“Aw,” you chuckle. “I knew you liked me.”

Licking your lips, you let him catch his breath a moment, but only a moment, before you pull the pocket pussy off. Your brow arches as it bubbles out, than dribbles, dripping a small flood of his come-

“Didn't realize how much though…”

“I…I haven't…with anyone else…”

“Since last time?” You ask curiously, a bit flattered.

“In years,” he admits, sheepishly.

“Oh. Probably safe to do this than,” you comment casually, before you turn the pussy to face you and lap a bit of his jizz from the clit.

A meaty hand cups your cheek. “I- I can't fuck you, it wouldn't be right, I'm- I'm a pervert, a creep-”

“Yeah, but, I kinda like it.”

“You…you do?”

You nod shyly. “Yeah, Jordan. I do.”

He pants, before he bends. “I…I hope it isn't too forward, of me, to ask-”

“Just ask.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“That costs extra,” you joke, before you bend to kiss him tenderly. “Don’t run away this time. Let me take care of you. The way a dom is supposed to.”

“Is that what you are? My dom?”

“I'd like to be.”

Jordan avoids you after that.

It stings, how he looked you in the face during such a vulnerable moment and lied to you, but you push it aside.

What you can't ignore, however, is how he made you feel. Fuck, you still get wet just thinking about it, how he stared at your face while you jerked him off with the fleshlight, how he cupped your cheek, told you how perfect you were, how beautiful, how kind-

You keen as the silicone cock digs into your insides. Panting, you bite your lip and dig your nails into the sheets. “Ah-!”

The camera picks up your every movement, your every twitch. A livestream, you let your moans fill the room, smirk over the loud squelch of your slick pussy as you roll your hips and take the dildo good and deep.

“Jordan-!” The name just slips out. It makes sense, you picked the fake cock out simply because it looked like, well, his. “Jordan!”

it feels good to say, and you whine helplessly as the silicone stretches your cunt. Rubbing your clit, you arch your back and gasp, “Jordan, please-!”

In his office, Jordan bangs his head on the back of his chair. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck-! He can't take his eyes off your pretty pussy, all flushed and eager, stretched open nice and wide-

It should be him, he thinks with a grunt. His fist never pauses as he jerks himself off with a limp wrist, the silicone pussy he's working over his thick cock cold and predictable. 

He wants you. He's always wanted you, and he still does-

But how could he face you again? After he had sobbed into your neck like a child? After he had begged you just to hold him, just to be gentle with him, please God, he just needed someone, anyone, to be nice to him, “just for a minute, alright, please baby-”

And you had been. You had held him close and whispered about how good he was, how good he had been for you, as you kissed him tenderly, more tenderly than anyone had ever treated him…

Your hand rises to cup your breast as you bounce. It's good, so good, and you're close-

A brisk knock at your door makes you huff. It disrupts your rhythm, catches you off guard, and you try to ignore it, but-

“Goddamn it,” you grumble as another knock comes, louder this time.

Lifting your hips, you slide off the sex toy. The sudden emptiness, the cool air against your needy pussy, makes you cringe, and you flash your followers a sympathetic smile and offer a quick apology, before you turn the camera off. Then you shrug on a robe and head for the door.

Always mindful of your safety, you look through the peephole before you undo your deadbolt.

The sight of Jordan pacing outside your door makes your stomach flutter. Biting your lip, you peek the door open.

His gaze falls to yours. “Hi.” He awkwardly wipes his sweaty palms on the outside of his thighs. “How…how have you been?”

You reach for him, take his hand and bring it to your wet slit. 

His eyes flutter at the soft brush of your downy public hair, at the juices that cling to your perfect sex. “Baby, baby, I…I heard you…”

You smile. Creeping a hand up his chest, you ease him in a little closer. Touched, you can't keep the warmth from your voice as you ask, “You still watch my show?”

“Never-” his eyes flutter again, as you kiss the corner of his mouth. “Never miss it.”

“You left me.” 

The pout you offer breaks his heart. “I know. I…I'm not a good man, babe.”

“You're not a sex offender,” you say knowingly (he wasn't on the website).

He snorts, “no, I'm not…but I'm not a good man.”

You lean against the door frame. “Great cock though,” you joke, giving his shirt a little tug.

An anxious chuckle leaves him as your naked breasts rub against his chest. Nose to nose, his eyes flutter as you cup his cheek, as you thumb his shaggy white beard and kiss him. “Baby…”

“I know. I know everything.” You tell him plainly, “I Googled you.”

Shame paints his face, as he cringes and bows into your neck. “I'm sorry-”

“I know,” you murmur, kissing the side of his head. “Come inside, old man.”

He wipes his eyes and you guide him inside. Sniffling, he groans at the sight of your cute little ass as he follows you into the bedroom. 

He's seen it before, dozens of times during your videos and livestreams, so seeing it in person is a bit surreal. Still, the sight makes his aching cock twitch, the smell of your sex still lingering in the air-

Jordan falters at your set up. “I didn't mean to interrupt.”

“Is that what you're doing? Interrupting? Not joining?” you purr, slipping your robe off your shoulders.

The sight of your naked body makes him weak. Licking his lips, his gaze trails over your breasts, down your stomach, to touch your mound. “Sweetheart…”

“Please…” Your lips twitch. “Or maybe, you could just watch?”

“Watch?” he echos, heart pounding.

“That’s what you like to do, right? Watch me get off?”

Jordan swallows. “I, I could do that…”

Beaming, you steer him into a chair you mainly use to hold your laundry.

He drops into it with a grunt.

Stealing a brief kiss, you hum. “Such a sweet man,” you murmur, stroking his chin, gaze locked on his slack mouth, fuck, you're so wet for him-

“My man,” you say possessively, your hand dropping to his throat.

“Yours,” he agrees, entranced as you smile. “I'm yours. All yours…”

You gift him one last kiss before you straighten up. Eyes sparkling, you turn the camera back on. 

Jordan bites his tongue as you squeeze your tits, as you lock eyes with him and apologize to your audience for walking out on them, promising you'll be a good girl from now on before you hop back on the bed.

Settling down on the mattress, you spread your legs nice and wide, showing off your pretty pussy as you reach for the lube on the night stand. With an excited squeak, you drizzle it on the silicone dildo-

Fuck, it really is close to his own cock, Jordan thinks, unzipping his black trousers, unbuckling his belt. He slides a hand inside, gaze locked on your cunt as you lift your hips and drop-

A punched out little whimper escapes you as the toy pries you open, cold and impersonal. 

Jordan's gaze is anything but, it burns into your skin as he palms his chubbed up prick. 

Fuck, your tits bounce with every roll of your hips, your whimpers rhythmic and coy, lighting him up with every keen and huff.

“Oh God, “ you whine as he pulls his dick out. It's thick, thicker than the toy you ride, thicker than your fucking wrist-

He nods, urging you on as you stare at him, as you bite your lip and squeeze your tits, as you scratch your nails down your sides, and whimper like a bitch in heat-

Jordan gasps as he comes, painting his fingers with his hot seed.

The sight makes you grin, makes you giggle and huff, as you drop down harder on the silicone toy. “Please, please, please-”

He glances at you and you part your lips, expose your tongue. Spit drips down your chin as you nod, eyes sparkling.

Standing on shaky legs, he joins you by the bed. His clean hand grips you by the hair, slowing your thrusts, as he feeds you his come.

Snickering at his tenderness, you take his fat fingers between your lips and suck. The thick salt makes you drool, your hips rocking and quirking as you sprint toward relief-

“Fuck,” Jordan grunts. Unable to help himself, he yanks his fingers from your lips. Ignoring the whine you give at the loss, he immediately drops his hand to your needy clit, rubbing and tugging it-

His eyes are dark and warm, as he forces you to look him in the eye. Your hand comes up to cup his scruffy cheek as the pleasure in your belly twists.

He grins as you come, your body tensing, your voice going reedy and sharp as you keen. “There we go,” he whispers, proud and loving. 

Whimpering, you slow the roll of your hips. “J…Jordan-”

He nods, kissing your cheek, your jaw.