Camille woke with a start. It had been a week since she had first started feeling horny and it hadn't gotten any better; if anything it had gotten worse. As she slowly opened her eyes she briefly wondered if her habit of masturbating every night before sleep had made things worse. She smiled and rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
"Who cares." She thought as her hands strayed back to her breasts. Her nipples were hard as diamonds and seemed to beckon for her touch. Each of her fingers rode ever the nipple of her left breast as she could sense the now-permanent ache building in her groin. Camille spared only a a passing thought for why she had woken up without a t-shirt on before she remembered taking it off the night before during her last self-love session.
Camille let a little gasp out as she used both hands to knead her breasts. Her legs spread involuntarily and her right hand strayed from her tit down to her panties. As she had anticipated she was already soaked. She would have slept in the nude but given her constant arousal and self-pleasuring she didn't want the help to explain to James why they had to clean her sheets constantly. Her breathing quickened as she slipped her hand underneath the pink and purple horizontal striped panties and begin toying her clit.
"Oh my gosh…" Her vision blacked slightly at the corner of her eyes as she bit her lip to keep from screaming out. The pleasure began to build in her snatch as she slipped two fingers into herself and used her palm to keep rubbing her hot clit.
"mmmm…mmmmm" She slowly rocked back and forth as her orgasm built within her.
"Fuck Fuck fuck fuccckkkk!!!" Camille's eyes rolled back as she bucked on her bed and her left hand left her breast and seized the the sheets as her orgasm wracked her body. Waves of pleasure sizzled through her as she continued to rub herself until they eventually subsided.
She slowly opened her eyes again, her body slick with the sheen from her own sweat as she waited for her heart to stop racing. Camille glanced at the clock and realized she might be late for breakfast with James if she didn't get going. She showered and dressed herself and walked down the hall to breakfast. James was already there as she arrived to breakfast. He smiled as she gulped down the glass of water that was always set out for her.
"Sleep well?" He asked?
"Very, although I don't seem to need as much as I used to." It was the truth. She had only slept for 5 hours a night since moving to James' mansion.
"How's your breakfast?" James asked as she quickly devoured her food.
"It's yummy!" Camille said and she giggled a little at the word, yummy. what a fun word.
"Well what do you have planned for today, Cami?" James inquired "I'm going to start calling you Cami alright? Don't you think it sounds better?"
"Sure James!" Camille answered as she seemed to dimly remember she used to hate being called that. It didn't seem as big of a deal right now, and it did sound better. "I'm having lunch with my friend Lizzie." Camille quickly added, remembering James' first question, "Then we're gonna go shopping…is that alright?"
James seemed to pause for a moment, then smiled "Thank you for asking permission like a good girl Cami," Camille giggled at being called a good girl, "that sounds fine."
"Are you sure you're okay Camille?" Lizzie asked at lunch. Lizzie had been Camille's friend for years and they were more like sisters despite the obvious differences in appearance. Lizzie was tall at 5'10", a college volleyball player. Her wavy blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail and her nike headband kept the strays out of her face.
"I'm fine Lizzie, I promise!" Camille responded giggling. "That's like the 10th time you've asked me silly!"
Liz frowned at Camille's use of the word "like" and her giggling habits her friend had always hated. "I only keep asking because I'm worried. We hardly text anymore and Molly told me you haven't been to any of her classes all this week!"
Camille furrowed her brow as she tried to remember. It seemed so much harder to recall details now. She finally responded "Ugh, class is just boring. Didn't you have fun shopping?"
"Yeah Camille, but this is important to you! Look I know you're not gonna want to hear this but I don't like what's happened to you since you moved into Mr. Camden's house" Liz said.
"Look Lizzie, James, has been super super nice to me! And you! He let me go out with you didn't he?!"
"Let you go out?!" Lizzie exclaimed, "Camille you're a feminist! Listen to yourself!"
"Also," Camille stated matter of factly, "I think you should start calling me Cami…it sounds better don't you think?" Camille said remembering James' words and how convincing they had sounded.
"What?!?" Lizzie sputtered, "Camille, you hate that name! That one cheerleader slut called herself Cami, you hated her!"
"Please, it sounds better don't you think?" Camille responded smiling.
"…Fine, Cami. Look can we just go?"
"Alright Lizzie, let's pay and get out of here." Cami waved to the waiter to come over smiling and her eyes wide, although Lizzie noticed it was more of a wave hello then a beckoning wave. Lizzie frowned again. Cami paid for lunch then the two of them stood up to leave.
"C'mon silly!" Cami stated.
Cami grabbed Lizzie's hand and they walked out of the restaurant. Lizzie was worried, holding hands, smiling, giggling. This wasn't her friend. They got in the car and sat down. Cami moved to turn the Lamborgini on, but Lizzie put her hand on her thigh.
"Look…Cami, I'm just worried about you, okay? I love you." Liz said.
"Awww…presh, I love you too!" Cami put her hand on the back of Lizzie's neck. "I promise I'm okay, cross my heart and hope to die!"
Lizzie stared into her friend's eyes wondering what had happened to the straight-A nerd who had been her friend forever. Cami, meanwhile, had felt her heart start to pound again with Lizzie's hand on her thigh. Two glasses of wine at lunch hadn't helped the fog in her head that seemed to have gotten worse since the morning. It was very strange, Cami thought to herself. Lizzie was a lesbian, a living stereotype for a volleyball player, but Cami had always been straight. Cami didn't think. She pulled her friend to her by the back of her neck until their foreheads were touching.
"I have never been happier in my whole life Lizzie!" Cami whispered to her friend.
"I'm sorry you know I worry," Lizzie whispered back.
"I'll make it all better Lizzie." Cami suddenly pulled her friend even harder and pressed their lips together.
"Wh-what!?" Lizzie jerked her head away.
"C'mon, don't be a prude! Don't tell me you aren't hot for me too right now!" Cami exclaimed.
"We're in a parking lot Cami!"
"The windows are all dark, Lizzie!" Cami responded and she pulled her friend's hand up her black pencil skirt she was wearing. "I'm not wearing any undiessss!" Cami teased.
"Cami! Cami!" Liz jerked her hand away. "Cami take me home now!"
"Fine," Cami responded sulkily. They rode to Lizzie's house in silence. Lizzie got out without saying goodbye and Cami returned to the mansion.
Cami slammed the door behind her and saw James sitting on the couch facing away from the door.
"Sorry James. I just had a bad day."
"What happened?" James asked.
"Lizzie thinks there's something wrong with me! And…I think she might be right! I don't know James!" Cami said, tearing up.
"Cami, Look at me! There is nothing wrong with you!" James said. "Come sit here with me." Cami walked over without saying anything and sat next to James, by instinct following his command. James put his arm around her and squeezed her tight.
"Cami, are you wearing any panties?" James asked abruptly.
"What…how did you…"
"I have cameras all over the house, isn't that a good idea!" James said forcefully.
"Yes James. That's a good idea"
"Besides it's let me see you masturbate." Cami started and looked at James her eyes wide in shock. They held eye contact for a moment before James smiled and started to laugh softly. Cami slowly smiled and then started to giggle. Soon she was giggling and felt bubbly and happy again.
"Don't you feel better now Cami?" James asked.
"Yes, James."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"yes James"
"Are you horny now?"
Cami giggled, she felt happy and comfortable with James, screw Lizzie. "I'm alllllways horny!"
"Then take your clothes off and let me see you naked." Cami stood up and pulled her blouse over her head exposing her black bra. She unzipped her pencil skirt and let it drop to the ground. She smiled at James, ignoring the voice in her head screaming at her that this was a bad idea. She unclasped her bra and giggled again. She was naked!
"Very good Cami" James said. "Now get me hard and I'll let you fuck me."
Cami started for just one moment and the smile faded slightly as she tried to figure out why she was resisting this idea.
"Don't you want my cock Cami?" Cami cleared the cobwebs from her head and nodded. She then knelt between James' legs and unzipped James' jeans. With a little tug she freed his cock. It sprang out half erect. Cami gave one last look at James and took the cock in her hands. It had been sooooo long. She lowered her head onto the cock and began to suck enthusiastically away. Soon James' member was fully erect, 8 inches. James smiled, the doctor had done good work on his cock, and on Cami.
"James…it's really big!" Cami exclaimed, "it's hard now, please can I fuck you, please please please?!"
"On one condition Cami."
"Anything please tell me!"
"When we have sex you will call me daddy and I will call you slut. Is that clear slut?"
"Yes, Ja–Daddy."
"Good girl, now be a good slut and ride me."
"Yes Daddy!" Cami climbed n the couch and lowered herself onto James' shaft. "Ooooh fuck me Daddy"
"I will slut, as much as you want…"
"mmmmmmmmm…okay"
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