Abbey sat down at her computer, frustrated and irritable from a long day. She sat back in her chair, thinking about Bill, her boyfriend. She missed him. This week without him had been a long one and she wished he was with her right now; he’d make her feel a lot better about her day.
Abbey knew all too well how Bill could make her feel. Just thinking about it made her core twitch and pulse; she’d been too long without him. She stroked her legs, under her shorts, and her whole body came alive instantly. Her nipples poked through her cotton tank top, since she’d discarded her bra, and she felt her lips dampen. God, she was too easily turned on.
Her computer booted up and she signed into her IM, glancing hopefully at the list. There he was! He was online, she’d caught him! She messaged him straight away, hoping he was at his computer.
“Hey, baby! : )”
She waited anxiously, hoping he’d respond. Every second was agonising and she found her leg twitching impatiently, until she saw him typing back.
She almost squealed with excitement to speak to him again, though her sex was taking over her rationale already. She’d forgotten about her day, she could only think of him.
“I miss you, babe. Totally, desperately horny. : (“ She sent to him.
Several more painful seconds later came the one word response.
“Aw : (“
Abbey frowned in frustration; why didn’t he take her hint? She sighed impatiently and decided to take charge herself. She switched on her webcam and settled back into her chair while the call went through. A little pop up reminded her that Bill didn’t have a camera; but she knew that anyway. She’d have to give enough of a show for them both.
The call was accepted and her window popped up, showing her cam feed. She adjusted her hair a little and rearranged her top to better show her breasts; perky and already standing to attention, her nipples were unmissable; the top clung to her frame and left very little of her chest to the imagination.
Abbey felt her thighs moisten a little to even see herself so turned on already, crossing her legs desperately and mauling her bottom lip. She wanted to tease him a little. She slowly sucked her finger and her hands gripped her chest.
“Are you ready for a show, babe?” she asked, pouting to the camera as she did.
“Ready and waiting, sexy,” was his response, almost instantly.
Abbey sat back in her chair and gently ran her hand over her already aching slit. Her whole body responded and she settled her body into her seat with a small shudder. She pushed her hair back out of her face and gently massaged her breasts through her tank top. She massaged them and petted them heavily, letting her body feel the motions.
“You like my nice, firm tits, don’t you, Bill?” She squeezed them together for the camera, her cleavage almost busting out of her top already. “How do you want them, right now?”
Abbey's hands gently stroked her nipples for a few seconds, until he responded.
“I want them in my hands and in my mouth, you dirty, dirty slut,” came the reply.
That one line sent a throb straight to Abbey’s groin and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her breasts harder as her eyes closed. Bill was quickly typing again.
“I want my teeth on them and I want them around my cock.”
Abbey’s pulse began to race and she mauled her chest in her hands, watching impatiently for each new message.
“Take off that shirt and show me those tits, now,” he demanded.
Abbey could barely wait; squeezing them together one last time she quickly tugged her top over her head and threw it aside. Her breasts bounced from the force and she clamped her hands around them tightly, squeezing and pinching her nipples. She moaned out, her head falling back, and her groin throbbed deeply again.
Abbey glanced at the screen a few seconds later; another message awaited her.
“Push them together for the camera. Show me.”
She pressed her mounds together, rolling her nipples for her own pleasure, and leaned forward towards the camera; she bounced them in her hands a little and squeezed teasingly.
“Turned on, Bill?” she asked, her whole hands massaging her breasts, and licking her lips. “Stroking your cock for me?”
Abbey pinched her nipples harder and gasped gently into the microphone, whispering to it.
“God, I hope so. I want to feel it,” she teased, squeezing her mounds together, “right here.”
“You want my cum, don’t you?” Bill asked.
Abbey whispered out a yes.
“I want you,” she moaned, trailing her syllables, “all over me.”
“Earn it,” Bill told her, still typing. “Show me that ass.”
Abbey wheeled her chair back, standing with her back to the camera. She looked behind her, stroking the barely visible shape of her breasts, and trailed her hands down her back. Her hands found her arse through her shorts, stroking it and gently squeezing while she wiggled her hips seductively.
Her shorts were small enough that they barely covered her arse, though tight enough that it was plainly visible anyway. It was firm and shook gently under her forceful grip. A small giggle escaped her as she slapped her right cheek, squeezing her arse in her hands, as another message popped up on screen.
Abbey bent at the waist, looked back to the screen, and watched the camera feed as she teased herself. Her hands stroked her arse again, down her thighs and around again to stroke up the inside of her legs. Her hands found her wet, twitching mound and she rubbed herself through her shorts and massaged her hanging breasts. She could feel her moisture leaking from her.
“I’m sooo wet, Bill.” She moaned for the camera, pressing against her slit. “I wish you could feel me.”
“Lose the shorts, slut.” Flashed up on screen.
Abbey’s sex twitched again and she had to bite her lip. She loved him talking like this.
Her fingers worked their way into her waistband, while her hips squirmed. Looking back at the camera the whole time, she eased the shorts down. Every inch of the way, her arse wiggled the shorts further and further down until she casually dropped them to the floor, stepping gracefully out of them.
Abbey’s hand immediately went for the slit again, stroking herself through her small, red lace knickers. She jumped back into chair, facing the camera, and spread her legs over the arms. Watching the camera with a sultry expression, she massaged her breasts and stroked one hand down her body.
Her hand trailed her navel and found her waistline, slipping into her panties with a soft sigh. Letting her head fall back slightly, her chest and bullet-hard nipples raised to the ceiling, she gently rubbed herself for the camera.
She found her clit immediately, waiting and ready. Her fingers rubbed it and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her nipples with her other hand. She pushed her swollen lips apart, stroking along them, and felt her wetness increase. Two fingers were pushed inside her and frigged her slowly.
“Oh, baby,” she whimpered, her voice trailing off a little. “I hope you’re stroking that hard cock of yours for me. I want it so badly.”
Bill responded, quickly. “Show me that hot little slit of yours and I will.”
Without hesitation, Abbey seized her knickers with her free hand and straightened her long, pale legs. The knickers were pulled away from her sopping crotch and over her legs. As her legs pulled back to remove them, her lips were at last exposed to the camera. Abbey felt the cool air circle her wet lips as they were spread wide for her viewer, her fingers still buried inside.
Abbey slapped her arse for the camera and she throbbed around her fingers, spreading her legs again. Her inner thighs were cool, the air chilling her juices, and she stroked them while she fingered herself. She licked her hand clean and moaning dramatically, smacking her lips.
“I taste so good,” she told him, her thumb gently rubbing her clit causing her to moan a little more. “I do wish you could try me.”
“I could eat you, right now,” Bill responded.
That got her wetter still and Abbey frigged herself faster, her breasts mauled with her other hand.
“Are you hard for your naughty slut?” she asked the camera.
Abbey took out her wet fingers, while Bill typed, and sucked them into her mouth. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she groaned with excitement. The fingers went straight back to her hot hole, plunging inside her with gusto.
“Hard and throbbing. I just need a good girl to come and suck me,” Bill responded.
Abbey bit her lip at the idea; she really wanted him in her mouth now. She reached for her drawer and pulled out a dildo, lapping at it. She slowly worked it around her lips, her tongue licking the head, and eased her lips around it. Her cheeks moved as she began to suck it, dramatically rolling her eyes and breathing heavily.
“Suck that cock, slut, just like that,” Bill encouraged her. “Don’t tease it. Take it all, you know you can.”
Abbey’s sex throbbed deeply again and she gushed a little more at Bill’s commanding tone. She relaxed herself as much as possible, given the situation, and pushed the plastic cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her fingers fucked her slot faster than ever as Bill urged her on.
The dildo’s balls reached her lips and Abbey felt triumphant, turning her head to the side so Bill could see. The whole length was inside her and she thrust it in and out slowly, watching the camera the whole time. The sight of a cock, even a plastic one, buried in her mouth had Abbey on fire. Her chest was heaving for breath and her breasts bounced gently against her frame. Her fingers couldn’t satisfy her much more. At that moment, her viewer had the same idea.
“Fuck yourself with it,” Bill told her. “I want to see you cum on that plastic cock while I stroke mine.”
Abbey gasped for breath as she removed the dildo, inhaling deeply again as it was plunged unceremoniously into her throbbing tunnel. She fucked herself roughly, taking the entire length, and moaned heavily for the camera. She slapped her clit with her other hand, hissing to herself with each stroke, until she rubbed it furiously.
Bill encouraged her the whole way, as Abbey struggled to focus on the screen.
“That’s it, my slut, fuck that hole. That slit’s mine, isn’t it?” he urged her.
Abbey only nodded in response, pinching her lips around the plastic cock inside her.
“Say it, bitch,” Bill commanded and Abbey felt her whole body pulse from that one line.
“It’s all yours, baby!” Abbey groaned, rubbing her clit again. “It’s all yours! I’m all yours!”
Abbey reached out desperately for her drawer again, pulling out a small vibrator. Turning it on, she pressed it heavily against her clit and felt her whole body rise out of the chair. She heard herself moan and a long, loud ‘yes’ fill the room.
Abbey’s body began to shake and she struggled to see the messages on the screen, as she saw Bill’s latest.
“I’m gonna cum for you, baby.”
Her body took over as his words pushed her over the edge. Abbey’s mouth fell open in a silent shout as her entire frame locked solid. She locked down around the dildo, her walls pulling it deeper and deeper into her. A thought flashed across her mind; she wished it was a real cock, finishing inside her.
With the vibrator still held firmly to her clit, Abbey’s climax rolled over and over her. Waves and waves of pleasure rolled up and down her body as she gushed around the dildo and over her hand. Her chest rose and fell with each deep, laboured breath and she wished desperately that someone would bite her nipples.
She remembered Bill’s words and her orgasm gained momentum again as she could almost see him cumming for her. She imagined the feeling of his load landing on her chest; on her face and on her lips. She could almost taste it. She peaked with that thought.
Abbey’s body began to settle down at last and she found herself slumped in her seat. She’d dropped the vibrator, buzzing on the floor, but the dildo was still lodged firmly inside her. She raised herself into a sitting position, slipping the plastic manhood out of her puffy, sopping lips.
She lifted it to her mouth, staring into the camera she sucked and licked it clean. It was rubbed around her face and thrown aside as she softly pawed at her sensitive lips instead. Her hands were licked clean too and then gently massaged her breasts with a contented and satisfied smile on Abbey’s face.
“That was beautiful, baby. Thank you.” Appeared in the chat window, at last.
Abbey blew a kiss into the lens, her breath returning to normal.
“It was all my pleasure,” she cooed, her eyes drooping slightly.
She sat there for a minute, enjoying the warm rush that still held her body, until she heard the front door open. Panicking, in fear, Abbey jumped to her feet and looked around the door frame. In through the door walked Bill, looking tired and agitated. A smile appeared on his face, seeing her head poking around the door.
“Hey, baby! I’ve missed you,” he told her, closing the door behind him. “I’m so glad to be back. I would’ve been in touch to warn you I was back, but I’ve lost my laptop, somehow. Can you believe it?” He smiled to her, shrugging, as Abbey felt her stomach fall through.
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