I knew what he liked. It wasn’t just the wet slapping of my fingers against my lips, or the smell of my musk in the air; it was the show. He liked watching me squirm, liked the way I bit my lip and moaned, liked to watch my hips move.
Don’t get me wrong. Faking leads to whippings. Not spanking, or beatings, or canings, but full whippings. It wasn’t that I was supposed to fake it; I was supposed to completely give over to my pleasure. I was supposed to show him something true.
I touched myself briefly, to see if I was wet enough. I was. I didn’t need to lick my fingers; I was already sopping wet. I licked them anyway, making certain I looked him in the eye as I slowly sucked the musk of my pussy from my fingers. They were glistening when I pulled them from my mouth.
Then, I began fingering my clit.
“Oh, Daddy.” I closed my eyes and tried not to pant. I loved the thick wetness that dripped from me while he watched. I brought my other hand to one pink nipple and pinched, sending sweet fire from my nipple to my cunt. My hips began to roll, and my eyes drifted as I rubbed my cunt.
“I’m going to talk now, little whore. You aren’t to stop while I do. If you need to come, you have to ask. Do you understand?”
I whimpered softly. “Yes Daddy.”
“Good girl.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You are new here, little whore. You aren’t aware of the patterns of my house. What you don’t know is that I haven’t used anyone for several days. You see, sweet Tasia, It’s almost time for the New Year’s Party. I give everyone a few days rest before it.”
I sighed. “I see Daddy. Thank you Daddy.” As always, his words soothed me. But just now, I had a more pressing concern; the slowly building fire in my cunt.
“But now, here you are, coming and begging me to fuck you.”
“I wasn’t begging, Daddy.”
“Shut up. You know what you were here for, don’t you?”
I whimpered. “Yes Sir.”
He ran his hand through his thick hair.” Girl, I need you to be able to take care of my guests. There is a reason I let my girls rest.”
I rubbed my pussy faster. “Guests, Sir?”
“It is my greatest pleasure to entertain, Tasia. You know that. My New Year’ parties are always quite the event, and my girls get some time off beforehand.” He tssked. “I would have sworn I had Autumn tell you about it.”
Maybe she had. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. My fingers were dancing across my clit, and my cunt was spasming. God, I needed him. I needed to have his fist in my hair and have him drag me to his bed. I needed to have his hand around my throat while he fucked me unconscious. I moaned softly, thinking about the way his voice sounded while he came deep inside me.
“So you see, the world doesn’t revolve around you. This had little to do with you at all, except as it also applies to every other girl in my house.”
“Daddy.” God, I could hear the need in my voice. “I need to come Daddy. I need to come, here, on the floor for you. Please.”
“No. Take your hand away.”
I whimpered, but did as he asked.
“Don’t worry, little bitch. You’ll get to come. Just not yet.”
I beamed. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“First, let’s adjust this camera.” He began moving the tripod. “Turn a bit, sweet cunt. Let’s face it directly.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I stretched my legs, for just a moment, and then turned.
“Good girl. Now our guests will be able to see what’s on the offer.”
I froze, like a deer. “My gaze caught that little green light. Where were those cords going? I closed my eyes at the realization.
“Guests, Daddy? You said they wouldn’t be here for a few days.”
“It’s the wonders of the internet, Tasia.” He grinned at me, wolfishly. “I thought I would give a few of them a small taste of what’s in store for them.”
The implications sent tremors through my pussy and I gasped. I opened my eyes and found him grinning at me. Then, my gaze went to the camera, and the unblinking green light on its front.
“Yes. You understand.”
“How… how many people are watching?”
That’s not important, my wet little cunt. Look . Look into the camera. Show my guests what a good little girl you are. Put your fingers back on your clit.”
“Yes Daddy.” I began again. Knowing I was being watched, I wanted to make it a show. My hand drifted downward, until I found my hard little nub. I rubbed my slickness, my hips slowly starting to writhe.
I tried to look onto that black little eye. It was difficult. It was one thing to play with my cunt for Master Victor. I could see him, could smell him .
But these men weren’t here. I couldn’t watch as a man’s cock grew hard, or watch him struggle to stay in control as I made myself come for him. I couldn’t feel their eyes on the curve of my ass, or feel fingertips trace along my breasts. It was the cold, dead eye of the camera, and it just wasn’t the same.
“Do we have a problem, little toy?”
“No Daddy.” I could do this. It was just like before. It was a matter of headspace.
“May I finger fuck myself, Daddy?”
“Do you need something in your cunt?”
“Yes Daddy.” I need to have something inside me.” I looked right at the camera as I said it, and my fingers flew.
“Are you begging, little sweetling?” His deep voice sent tremors down my spine
“Yes Master Victor. I am begging you to allow me to finger-fuck myself.”
He chuckled darkly. “Do it. Then tell them how your cunt feels. Tell my guests what a little whore you are. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can be my good girl?”
“Yes Master Victor.” I slowed my fingers, and took deep breath. I looked into the camera. Speaking to the viewers. “Daddy, you cant be here, but I need you. Your wet little hole needs to be fucked. I’m dripping all down my thighs for you.” I dipped finger inside myself and held it up. It glistened with my juices. Smiling at the camera, I licked it clean.
“Good girl.” Master Victor’s voice was soft, but I could hear it’s low rumble. I shuddered.
“I’m going to fuck myself with my hand, Daddy. But I wish it were you. I wish you were here, holding me down and fucking my while I cried and begged and came all over you.”
I slipped the finger back inside myself, sighing as I did. I worked myself for moment, sighing softly as I fingered my cunt.
“I’m so wet, Daddy.” I pushed a second finger onto my cunt. “It’s so soft inside me. My pussy is so soft and warm.” I began fucking myself in earnest. The soft wet sounds of my slick pussy filled the room.
“What do you need, little slut?” Master Victor’s voice was a deep growl.
I whimpered. “Daddy. Oh Daddy, I need your thick cock. I need you to throw me on the bed and punish my wet hole. I need you to fuck me until I can’t see, until I hear the voice of God.” I moved my fingers faster and began to buck my hips. “Master Victor, I need you to give me to your guests and let them make me scream. I need them to take turns with me and use me. I need to be a toy for the pleasure of strangers.”
I was going to come. I needed to slow down
I traced my other hand along my flat stomach until. I found one perfect, teacup sized breast. Lightly, I pinched myself, keeping my gaze at the camera. I didn’t need to fake a sultry look. I was on fire. My count clenched, and I took a deep breath.
If I came without Master Victor’s permission, he would certainly punish me.
I pulled my fingers out and gently circled my clit. “Daddy, I am going to come soon.”
“I didn’t tell you that you could come, sweet little cunt.”
I pouted. “I know… Oh Daddy please.”
I thought I was going to explode. I pulled my hand away, whimpering.
“That’s my good girl, Tasia. Take position Three, baby girl.”
I grinned. “Yes Daddy.” Position Three was one of my favorites. With my ass arched upwards, and my tits pressed into the floor, I was completely open to him. Position Three usually meant he was going to give me a fierce fucking.
I stretched my arms out over my head, pushing my face and breasts into the thick carpet.
“No, baby girl. I need your ass to face the camera.”
“Yes Daddy.” I turned around, arching my back.
“Play with your cunt, little birch. Show us how wet you are.”
I held myself as open as I could, knowing that the camera was focused squarely on my dripping gash. I pulled my right hand between my spread legs and traced the edge of my clit.
“Daddy. Oh Daddy I’m still close. If you are going to fuck m—“
His belt slapped teasingly against my ass and I yelped. Tears came to my eyes.
“Please Daddy. I’ll be good.” I rubbed faster, my musk thick in the air. Pleasure tore through me. I was whimpering
He chuckled. “I know you will, little cunt. I’m not spanking you as a punishment.” He swung again, and there was a stripe of white fire on my ass. I screamed. “I’m spanking you because it makes my cock hard to hear you cry. You know that, don’t you?”
“Yes Daddy. Tears ran freely down my face. He drew back, and struck me again.”
“Now come, Tasia. Come while I beat your pretty ass. Show my guests how a true slut pleases her Daddy.”
“Yes Sir.” I yelped as he struck me again, but began furiously working my clit. I knew this game. He wanted me to come while he beat me, and the sooner I did, the sooner he would stop.
“Thank you Daddy.” He swung and struck again. I big my lip and stifled a cry.
Even as he was beating me, however, I was getting wetter. He had trained me well. It wasn’t that I enjoyed the beating, it was that he had taught me to know what came after. Being spanked meant I was about to be used, to be fucked in the fiercest, most primal way
I had no choice. It wasn’t seduction; it was domination, pure and simple.
I loved it.
“Oh…Daddy. God. I need your cock.” My fingers were moving faster than ever.
SMACK. He struck my other ass cheek. I began to cry in earnest. I needed to hurry and come. I needed to get off before he broken me in front of these strangers.
I let my mind drift.