<link href="css/9780316404426.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css"/> <meta content="urn:uuid:1d288691-705b-4b7a-9b44-f21c17521f2e" name="Adept.expected.resource"/> </head> <body> <div class="galley-rw"> <section class="body-rw Chapter-rw" epub:type="bodymatter chapter" id="Chapter17"> <div class="title-block-rw" id="title-block23"> <p class="title-num-rw" id="title-num16"><a href="TOC.xhtml"><span class="uc-rw">CHAPTER 16</span> </a></p> </div> <p class="firstpara-rw" id="fp18"><span class="uc-rw"><span class="raisedcap-rw">MIKE IS ONE</span></span><span class="raisedcap-rw"> </span>of my few regulars that I know next to nothing about. Being a hacker, he makes sure that all of his personal information is locked behind impenetrable firewalls. I can’t get past a dinky normal firewall, but that is why I’ve cozied up to Mike. When I need research on clients, he’s my man. </p> <p id="p277">Mike falls in the same category as 80 percent of my clients. He likes to jack off while he watches me touch myself. While some clients mix it up, he has a regular fantasy, and it never varies. As soon as his name pops up, I quickly undress, putting on knee-high white stockings, a plaid skirt, and a white cropped sweater. Sometimes he wants me to wear glasses or put my hair in pigtails, but traditionally I change into my schoolgirl outfit, sit back in front of the camera, and spread my legs wide. Then I slide a hand under my skirt, lifting it up for his eyes, and wait for him to type something.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email22"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: u want my cock?</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">“God, I want it so bad. I was thinking about it earlier, when I was in the shower.” I tug on my ponytail with one hand and bite my lower lip, teasing my pussy with the fingers of my other hand.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email23"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: ive been thinking about u 2. what do u want me to do 2 u</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">“I want you to make me kneel in front of your chair. Then I want to rub the outside of your pants, feeling the outline of that hard cock. I’m going to touch myself, pull up my little skirt, and plunge my fingers in and out of myself while I unzip your pants.”</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email24"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: oh yeah baby</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">“Oh, my God, I can’t wait to see it. I love how hard you get for me, how tight your skin gets around that shaft. Are you hard for me now?” I shut my eyes, tilt my head back, and slide two fingers inside my sex, moving them slowly in and out so he can see my lips open and shut around my slick fingers.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email25"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: rock hard. i want 2 fuck you so bad.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">“You’re about to, baby. You’re about to fuck me so hard that I scream. But I want to suck your cock first. I want to taste your sweet pre-cum and gag on that big meat of yours.”</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email26"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: oh yeah. pull it out.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I kneel, switching the input on my computer so that the overhead webcam, placed about five feet off the ground and affixed to the wall, is activated. Below the cam, also attached to the wall, is a female strap-on harness. It allows me to attach various RealSkin dildos and keep them in place. I grab a nude-colored seven-incher and clip it into place, then grab the shaft and look up into the cam.</p> <p class="indent-rw">“Tell me how you want it, baby—hard and fast or slow and teasing?” I flick my tongue over the tip of the toy, the monitor above the webcam showing me the webcam feed and the chat message window. About 10 percent of my clients use a microphone; the rest type their responses. For that reason, I have five screens placed at different locations, allowing me to easily see their directives despite whatever position I might be in.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email27"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: h and f</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I oblige, shoving the toy down my throat in one quick movement. Gagging on the depth, then pulling back off, keeping eye contact with the cam, I jack off the saliva-covered toy as I suck up and down on it, my eyes watering from the motion, my cheeks hollowing from the effort. I gag repeatedly, letting the reflex coat the toy with saliva, and occasionally spit on the toy and slap my face with it. While some men prefer a neat, clean blow job, the majority of my clients prefer a sloppy, wet blow job with lots of gagging and enthusiasm.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email28"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: fuck. u give such good head bb. i want to paint your face right now.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I glance at the timer, located in the top right corner of the video: 5min32sec. <i>Not long enough. </i>“Wait, baby, don’t come yet,” I beg. “I really need you inside of me. I’ve been waiting all day for your cock.” </p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email29"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: ok</p> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: sit back and touch yourself. i need to cool off a min</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw"><i>Good boy. </i>I sit back, getting off of my knees so I can be spread-eagle on the floor. I change the input to the floor cam, located about three feet off the floor, and angle it so it focuses on my lower half. I have a total of seven cams, all top-of-the-line high-definition. My entire system is controlled by a home entertainment app that an Indian subcontractor reprogrammed for my purposes. I have an iTouch that runs the app and acts as my remote. The app allows me to choose and control the camera, adjust the lighting, and terminate chat sessions if I get uncomfortable. Under the floor cam is another strap-on fixture—the one I use for doggie-style fucking. I looked at purchasing a Sybian once, but my system works fine and a Sybian is a big investment. </p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email30"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: how have u been?</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">Typically, guys get chatty during the initial thirty seconds of a cam session and during a cool-off period. End-of-session chat is rare.</p> <p class="indent-rw">“I’ve been good—with the exception of midterms, which are next week. I am so far behind in my studying…” I make a face and continue moving my hands, circling my nipples, which perk up from the contact, and trace a path down to my pussy, which is wet. Gagging seems to always make me wet.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email31"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: been too busy partying? lol</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">“I wish! There are <i>no</i> cute guys at my school.” I pout and spread open my shaved lips, showing him the pink wetness there. </p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email32"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: damn ur wet. i need to come there and fuck u in person.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">Mike is the only guy I ever really worry about finding me. Initially, I paid a professional company to set up my website securely, promising me that I would be untraceable…but please. If hackers can crack the DOD’s internal site, they can get past the $249.99 security package I paid for.</p> <p class="indent-rw">“God, if you were here right now, I’d fuck you so hard…” I press and hold a button on the remote, zooming the cam out until it shows my whole body, then close my eyes and lick my lips. I moan softly, my fingers dipping inside of me, then open my eyes and stare into the cam. “I need to fuck you,” I whisper urgently. “Please.”</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email33"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: im ready for u bb. bend over, i want to give it to u from behind.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I reach up and forward to unsnap the nude toy and move it down to the lower connection, quickly clipping it into place. Then I flip over onto my knees, my back arched, and look over my shoulder at the cam, reaching one hand underneath me to spread my lips. “Please, please, I need it so bad.”</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email34"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: now. fuck me now.</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I scoot back, moving slowly as the nude dick presses on the opening of my pussy. Guys love to watch the moment when “they” enter me, and I play it for all it’s worth, gasping as my lips slide around the girth of it. I move, pushing back until it slides deeper, deeper, and then is buried inside of me. <i>Full. </i>I moan. “God, baby, you are so fucking deep in me. This is what I’ve needed.” </p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email35"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: tell me to fuck u</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I hear the chime of his message and look over my shoulder at the screen. I zoom the camera out a little, so that it displays my face in the background. I slide slowly off the dick and then push onto it again, gasping a little. “Please, Mike, I need it all. Please, Mike, fuck me! Fuck me with your big meaty cock!” My voice rises until I am almost screaming the words, and I rock back and forth on the dick with enthusiasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Mike—God, that’s what I need!” I grunt, guttural, and look over my shoulder at the cam, my face a mess of want and pleasure. Then I close my eyes, fucking the toy harder, faster, my breath coming out in ragged gasps.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email36"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: aww fuck bb im going to cum</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I look over, read his words, and continue my barrage on the toy. “Where, Mike—where do you want it?” I keep my eyes glued to the screen, waiting for his response.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email37"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: swallow it</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">I pull abruptly off the toy, spinning around and grabbing it in my hands. The low angle causes me to lie down and I devour it, plunging it down my throat and staring up at the cam, jacking the cock off with my hand as I suck it, hard and fast. I moan encouragingly as I suck and squeeze my breasts, pulling gently on my nipples with my fingers.</p> <p class="indent-rw">There is silence for almost a minute, then a message.</p> <div class="ecom-rw" id="communication-email38"> <p class="indent-rw">HackOffMyBigCock: fuck that was hot. thx jess</p> <p class="indent-rw">------PRIVATE CHAT ENDED BY HackOffMyBigCock. 13min24sec</p> </div> <p class="indent-rw">Thirteen minutes: $94.35, which, minus my personal website’s transaction fees, is $91.06 to my bank account. It pays the bills.</p> <p id="p318">I roll over and heave to my feet, walk naked across the floor, grab a glass, and fill it with water from the sink. From inside the cabinet I take out the Tylenol bottle, leaving the cabinet open as I pop two into my mouth and chase them down with tepid tap water. My eyes flicker over the cabinet and the racks of orange bottles that fill its shelves.</p> <p id="p319">Dr. Derek prescribes antipsychotics for me. They come like clockwork every thirty days in the mail. I don’t bother to tell him that I stopped taking them nine months ago. While they did take away my urge to kill, they also took away every intelligent thought in my head. When I watch old webcam videos from that time, I cringe. I was a zombie, moving through mechanical sexual motions, my face slack, words dead.</p> <p id="p320">So I stopped taking and started stockpiling them. On the upside, if I ever <i>do</i> decide to kill myself, I have more than seven hundred pills waiting for me in this cabinet. </p> </section> </div> </body> </html>