I’m Robin Goodfellow. I write stories for people based on their fantasies in exchange for orange envelopes and upvotes. Yes, I’m needy, no I’m not sorry. There’s a whole cornucopia of carnal curiosities in my post history.
If this titillates or terrifies or troubles you, PM me, help relieve my all-encompassing ennui.
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A premium rate text number costs about $50 to set up and then about $40 per month. Best money I ever spent. The game works like this:
The room is dimly lit so that the girl in front of the laptop is cast in a stark blue light, all shadows and sharp angles. The low light levels cause the webcam image to pixellate and sputter, turning black whenever she leans away from the screen to reach for her drink. I assume her name is Stephanie, but she calls herself Steph. Her long brown hair frames her face and spills over her shoulders and breasts. She purses her lips thoughtfully as the next challenge flashes onscreen: _Turn around and wiggle your butt at the screen: 25 points_.
Her friend watches warily from the bed. Steph tells me that her name is Emily (“Oh my God, Steph, don’t tell him that!”). She is prettier, smaller, blonde. I wish Emily would come to the laptop so I could get a closer look, but she stays sulkily off in the shadows, drinking her sparkling wine.
Steph giggles, stands up from the computer chair and turns around. Looking over her shoulder, she bends over at the waist and wiggles her butt for me. Her jeans are tight enough to perfectly describe her generous curves, and I capture a few stills. The quality is abysmal, but she has the most adorable faux-sultry pout. She’s enjoying herself, this feeling of desirability and power.
“Great job!” says the computer, “25 points!”.
Steph laughs and sits back down. “Oh my god, Em, this is so crazy!” she says, “I have, like, two hundred points already. I’m totally going to win a prize.”. Emily feigns disinterest, flicking through a magazine.
“I’m telling you, it’s just some stupid scam. Can we do something else now?”
Steph rolls her eyes as she turns back to the screen, “You should join me,” she offers, “we could rack up these points in no time.”.
I make my fingers into a steeple, and flex them thoughtfully. How best to direct things now? I send my next challenge: _Lift up your top and show me your bra: 50 points_. She thinks for a moment, teasing her lower lip with one fingertip and then smiles wickedly. She leans into the camera with one eyebrow raised and admonishes me “You’re naughty”. There is a childish delight in this second word, her mouth making kiss shapes on the first syllable. She leans back in her chair, “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”. She looks down at her chest. Her young breasts are large and firm beneath her top and she teases me by running her hands over them and squeezing gently. She slowly lifts her top up over her belly, then pauses, biting her lip. “Are you sure?” she asks, coquettishly, then giggles and pulls her top up to show me her bra, all pink polka dots and white cotton.
“Wow! You’re hot! 50 points!” says the laptop, and she flutters her eyelashes at me.
_Wiggle your butt showing your panties: 75 points_
She barely even pauses to consider. Steph’s panties match her bra: white cotton briefs, pink dots and love hearts. She bends over and wriggles for me, making sexy faces toward the camera, puckering, blowing me a kiss.
“Awesome! 75 points!”.
I’m making good progress here, and I don’t want to fuck it up, but I’d love to get Emily involved somehow. If I scare her off, I’ve wasted the last half hour, but her ass has left me slightly deflated, somehow. I expected more. I pick my nose on autopilot while I consider the matter, then decide to take a gamble. _Kiss your friend once on the lips: 100 points_ she reads. “Oh. My. God.” she intones, then turns excitedly. “Hey Ems, Ems, come here. You have to help me.”
Emily shakes her head and holds up one hand. “Seriously. No fucking way. I’m not going to end up on some porn site or whatever. Why don’t we go watch a movie or something? Do normal sleepover stuff”
Steph pulls a wounded puppydog face. “Pweeeese?” She says, “I’m going to share the prize with you anyway, right? You could at least help me out a little.”
Emily snorts, “Bae, there isn’t going to be a prize. It’s just some dude who wants to jerk to your tits, I’m telling you.”
“Oh come on, it’s just a peck. It’s not like you’ve never kissed me before, and it’s a HUNDRED FRICKING POINTS.”
Emily blushes, “Don’t tell him that… that was … just stupid.”
Steph’s smile freezes, becomes teeth and cruelty. “But you liked it, Ems, I know you did. I bet you got wet for me.”. Emily’s face falls, she looks hurt. Steph laughs, braying and drunk. “Hey, I’m sorry. I don’t mean that. Just come help me. Please? I’ll owe you one.”
Shaking her head, Emily stands up from the bed and walks over to the laptop. The two girls now fill the screen, still illuminated in ghastly blue light. Now that she’s closer, I can see that Emily is almost beautiful. She is fresh-faced and shy beside her buxom friend. She will make a gorgeous 30 year old, but now she’s a slightly awkward teenager, teetering on the cusp of adulthood.
“Okay,” she says tremulously, “what do I have to do?”.
Steph smiles at her, and cups her face in both hands “All you have to do is give me a peck,” she says. They pause in front of me, looking into each others’ eyes, then slowly lean forward and chastely kiss, their lips meeting and softly blending. Emily’s eyes are closed as they pull away.
“Holy Moly!” bellows the laptop, “You’re smoking! 100 points!”. They both giggle and turn back toward the screen where the next challenge is already waiting: _Kiss with tongues: 200 points_. They look shyly at one another and then, unbidden, Emily leans toward her friend and slips her hand behind her head to pull her into a kiss. They nibble at each others’ lips for a moment, tasting and exploring and then their pink, kittenish tongues flick forth to touch. Steph tilts her head and rolls her tongue into her friend’s mouth. They are both lost for a moment in their kiss. I make sure to get screengrabs throughout.
Again the cartoon voice breaks the spell “BOOOM! 200 points!” and smile at one another and turn back to face the camera.
“We are such sluts!” says Steph, “we’re so crazy.”
I send my next message and Emily pales, _Remove bra and pinch nipples: 250 points._
“Nuh-uh”, she says, “I’m out.”
Steph tilts her head to one side, “Oh, come on, Ems. Just a little nip-shot?”
Emily stalks away from the camera, back to the bed. Her ass sways gorgeously as she walks.
“Oh, Ems!”
“No, seriously. Fuck that. I’m not getting my tits out on a webcam, Steph. Not happening.”
Steph tosses her head, hands on hips. “Fine, I’ll play by myself.”. She turns to face the camera and slips her top over her head. “You want to see my tits, huh?”. She smiles coyly and slips her hands behind her back to unhook her bra. Her breasts are large and heavy, milky white. The eerie light from the laptop makes her skin look unnaturally pale. Her nipples are small and pink, tiny nubbins perched absurdly on her fleshy jugs.
She leans in close to the screen so I can take shots of her face and cleavage, then licks her lips and pinches her nipples. She rolls them between her fingers so that they harden and swell. She pretends to moan and pulls them, stretching them out.
“Mmm…. ” she murmurs, “do you like that?” and, hidden behind a computer half a continent away, I nod my assent. Oh yes, I say, oh yes I do.
“Perfect!” Says the computer, “250 points!”.
“OH my god, Ems,” she says, “check this out… 500 points to show my pussy”.
“Seriously, Steph. Leave it alone. Are you stoned?”
“You think I should say no?”
“Jesus, of course I think you should say no. You should have said no ages ago. This is creeping me out now.”
“Okay, maybe you’re right.” She turns back toward me and clicks the “Nope!” button.
“Awwww”, says the computer, “going so soon?”. A new message flashes up: _You earned *1000* points. Text PRIZE to 666469 to claim your prizes._
“You see?” exclaims Steph, “I fucking told you there were prizes. Mary wouldn’t lie to me. She says she won all kinds of stuff on this site.” and she reaches over and closes the lid of the laptop as she picks up her phone.
It’s a few minutes later when I get the notification from the server I run in Russia. “Message received from 407-286-2921: PRIZE”. I smile and thank heaven for the naivety of young girls.
Over to Facebook. I paste the phone number into the search field and hit enter. There she is. Stefanie Halasz, Florida. Cedar Lakes High School. Mother Esmerelda, Father Lajos. Usefully, her father has his cell number listed.
I scan her friends until I find one Emily Hartshorne, same school. She has some cute selfies and I download a couple for my collection. I experience a momentary pang of conscience – they’re younger than I thought, but it quickly passes. They’re old enough to know better. I quickly finish some work that’s due for the next day, and then close my laptop for the night. I sleep fitfully, kept aroused by visions of bold, confident Steph, and shy little Emily.
The next morning, I awake at 9 and eat a hearty breakfast while I plan my next move. I want to catch the girls at school for maximum impact. The text message, sent from the same server, reads “Congratulations! You’ve won a prize! Follow the link to see what you’ve won.”
I want to be there when she receives it. I want to see he look of childish excitement when she clicks the link. I want to see her face crumple when she sees the page I made for her, “Stefanie Halasz: Camwhore Dyke Slut.” I want to see her mouth agape in horror when she sees the pictures: Steph making out with Emily, Steph on loop making pornstar moans as she tweaks her nipples over and over forever, Steph’s butt in centre frame, a close up of her pudgy pussy lips encased in cotton briefs. Juxtaposed are photos of her at school, holiday snaps, email addresses and phone numbers for her parents, her headteacher, her friends.
I imagine her thunderstruck in a crowded hallway, one hand over her mouth as she flicks off her phone and runs to the bathroom. I imagine her tears when she reads the ultimatum: “Both of you will be in this chatroom at 22:00 EST or everyone gets the video”. Alas, I can’t be there in person and have to be satisfied with the notification, an hour later, “Message received from 407-286-2921: please. what do you want? i’m so sorry”.
When the appointed time finally rolls around, I’m waiting at the computer, tapping my fingers impatiently on the desk. At 2203 EST, the loading icon appears and a second later the two girls are sat side by side on a sleeper sofa. They’re in a different room this time and the lights are on. The image quality, thank God, is much improved. Steph leans toward the laptop and says uncertainly, “Uh h-hello?”. I type my response.
_Hi, Steph. How are you?_ The font is large enough to be read from the other side of the room and appears with a cheerful BING!
“I … ” she pauses, “I don’t think I want to talk about that. I need to know why you did this. Why are we here?”
_Well_, I say, _You were dumb enough to fall for my little trick. I could ruin your lives and share the videos, OR you can convince me to delete them all. Your choice!._
Emily shakes her head. “This is so fucked up,” she whispers, but I don’t notice. I’m busy re-reading my last message. On reflection, I regret the exclamation mark. I wanted to express a dramatic haughtiness, but it feels too … angry Facebook mom.
Steph shoots her a look, then asks me “How do we do that?”
_You’re going to put on a little show for me._ I crack my knuckles, open another can of Mountain Dew. _just one night. you give me a couple of hours of entertainment, and I delete everything. promise_
Emily leans closer, “Why should we believe anything you say? How do we know you won’t … keep doing this to us?”
I have to concede that the young lady has a point. I stroke my beard reflectively, _honestly emily, you don’t. but do you really have any choice? i can publish your video right now to every facebook friend, every instagram contact, and email them to your parents, your headmaster your fucckin piano teacher. i think your choices are rathre limited in this matter._
They look at one another, then back to me. Steph says “What … what do you want us to do?”
She leans in close as though trying to see me hidden amongst the pixels. Her face looms at me from the screen, rendered enormous by proximity. I capture a screenshot, her face filled with fear and uncertainty, terrified of saying the wrong thing. My monstrous power over her painted exactly in one picture.
_got makeup?_ I ask. _First thing. i want you dolled up. lots of lipstick lots of mascara. doesn’t have to be perfect, does have to be quick. go._ and I press a button. Large red numerals appear on screen: _5:00_ – a timer. The red light reflected from their faces has a baleful look, an omen of my wrath. They freeze, panicked, as the numbers begin counting down _4:59_, _4:58_, _4:57_, _4:56_.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my fucking God, Em” exclaims Steph and they begin to scrabble through pockets and purses and desk drawers, gathering supplies. There’s something faintly comic about them applying make-up against the clock, like contestants in some weird game show. I’m touched to see that they help one another to apply lipstick and mascara, smudging away mistakes with eye shadow, blending one another’s foundation. Men wouldn’t do that, I think, men wouldn’t waste time cooperating. Perhaps that’s why I respect girls so much. I belch.
With 8 seconds left on the clock, they turn back toward me, breathless. “Okay, we’re finished.”
_Very good._ I say, and I mean it too. Their makeup is heavy and inexpertly applied, but it’s perfect for my needs. Bright red lipstick, smoky eye shadow, excess rouge. They look cheap. _Now_ I say, _where were we. if i recall correctly steph had shown me her tits._ I pause for dramatic effect. _i think i want to see both of your titties please. get them out._
Emily’s face flashes thunder. “No way” she says, “I’m not doing it.”
I sigh inwardly. I wish we didn’t have to waste time like this. _yes you are._ I assure her _you’re new to this so i’ll give you a warning. when i give you an instruction you just do it. if you don’t i’ll start a 30 second timer. at the end of 30 seconds we are done here and EVERYONE gets to see you making out and showing off that juicy pawg ass of yours_. Again, their faces flicker with fearful light, _29_, _28_
Steph shakes Emily by the shoulder. “Don’t mess about, Ems. Come on, we don’t have a choice here.”
Emily gives her a withering look, “This is all your fault you know. You’re so dumb sometimes.” _22_, _21_, _20_. She shakes her head and scowls at me, then begins to pull her top over her head. Her bra is some shiny red material, trimmed with lace, and it falls to the floor when she unhooks it, flashing her firm tits.
They sit waiting, arms folded across their chests.
_Oh no you don’t_, I say. _I want to SEE them_ and they reluctantly lower their arms to their sides. I notice that Emily is shivering and I wonder if she’s cold or simply full of adrenaline. She has such perfectly formed little titties, just enough for a handful, and I wish desperately that I could be there to grope and squeeze her. Life is so unfair. Steph, beside her has removed her bra too. Her tits are softer, pillowy. Her big floppy jugs look perfect for slapping, and I make a mental note. I capture a few images and squeeze the bulge that’s forming in my pants. Time to up the stakes.
_Still go that lipstick?_ I ask.
“Y – yes”, says Steph.
_good girl_ I say, _emily, i want you to write “whore” on steph’s tits_. She looks disgusted and for a second I think I’ll need to start the timer, but reluctantly she picks up the brassy tube and Steph turns to face her. I’m amused to see that Emily takes great care with her handwriting, as though painting a sign. _Good!_ I say. _Now, Steph, you write “slut” on emilys tits._. Steph’s hand is altogether shakier and less considered than her friend’s. When they’re done they turn to face me, and I admire their handiwork.
These screengrabs are definitely keepers. Two teenage playthings, one slut and one whore. Two pairs of ripe young tits, all dolled up to look like cheap hookers. I take a deep breath, satisified with how things are unfolding.
_Beautiful_ I tell them. _Steph I want you to read the following out loud_ and I sit back in my chair to watch as she stammers through her statement.
“H-hi… m-my name is S-s-s-stefanie Halasz from Orlando, Florida and I’m a … ” she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath “I’m a cheap camwhore dyke slut.” She lowers her head and looks at the floor. Emily places her arm around her shoulders, comforting her as she continues. “M-my favourite thing in the world is the … is the t-taste of c-c-cunt and ass.”
_Bravo_ I say. _Now you, Emily. Please face the camera and say the following…_
If looks could kill I’d be on my ass right now. She looks at me with a look of defiant loathing and says. “This is so fucking stupid. I hate you.” She takes a deep breath and calmly tells me, “Hi, I’m Emily Hartshorne. I attend Cedar Lakes High School in Orlando and I am nothing but useless rape meat. All I want is to get pounded by cocks in all my loose wet holes until I’m dripping with cum.”
_Very good emily_ I tell her, _now steph_…
I watch the two girls read my instructions, and enjoy the pained expressions on their face. They look at one another for confirmation then, awkwardly, stand and begin to take off their jeans. It’s hard to look graceful when removing pants, and they lean on one another, hopping on one foot as they slip them off. For a moment they pause, stood in their panties and then, wordlessly they slip those off, too. I ask them to step closer to the camera for me so that I can properly see their little cunnies. Steph has nice fat lips, the kind that you want to really sink your teeth into, while Emily’s delicate little gash suits her more refined body shape. Both are somewhat spoiled by unruly bushes in their first vigorous flower and I toy with the idea of having them shave one another, but decide that I can’t be bothered with all that.
I type out my next series of commands, and both girls visibly blanch. Emily says, “No way. I’m sorry, but that’s not happening.”.
_29_
She glowers at me and turns to Steph, “we don’t have to do this. So what? He’s going to send people a video of us kissing? Of… of … you showing your ass? Come on, this is so fucked up.”
_25_
Steph blushes, “and me … pinching my …”
“Oh so what? Come on, we don’t have to do this.”
_22_
“Please, Em. I don’t want people to see me like this. You know my dad… he’ll never forgive me.”
Emily looks uncertain, thinks for a moment and says, “I’m not sure I can go through with it.”
_Emily_, I interject, _when I post your “rape meat” confession to Instagram, you’re gonna be *so* famous._
She blinks and for the first time looks frightened. “Thats … that’s not fair! You said … ”
_LOLOLOLMAOOOOOOOO. you think ihave to play fair?_
_15_
For a beautiful moment, captured in freezeframe, I think she’s about to cry, but then she sighs and her shoulders fall and she turns around to kneel on the sofa. The timer vanishes.
“I’m sorry, Ems” says Steph, “I won’t hurt you.” I smirk at that, but don’t correct her. Instead I remove a small ball of lint from my belly button and roll it between my fingers. I flick it at the screen and it pings away into the corner of the room. I sniff my fingers and am momentarily appalled at myself, at the rank animal smell. On screen Emily has hunched over in the doggy position, ass held high and pointed at the camera. Steph, trembling, raises her right hand and swats at her friend’s cute butt with the softest of love taps.
_No, no no no_ I say, _I want to *hear* it. Smack that ass._
She takes a moment to compose herself, lifts her hand up high and swings it down, connecting with a meaty SLAP that makes Emily’s bubble butt and Steph’s floppy tits sway in unison. God that’s a lovely sight.
_Again._ I type, _harder_ and she swings and smacks hard enough for Emily to whimper and bite her lip.
_Harder. I want to see marks._ and so Steph, with tears in the corners of her eyes, raises her hand again and brings it down hard on Emily’s jiggling buttocks so that poor Emily gasps with pain. Steph, adorably, begins to stroke Emily’s hair, soothing her, even as she spanks those gorgeous white globes, leaving her hand prints emblazoned in crimson.
“Oh hush, Ems, please be quiet” pleads Steph, “I don’t want anyone to hear” and she slaps her hard right across the pussy causing Emily to shriek through clenched teeth.
_wad up your panties_, I advise, _and stuff them in that whore mouth to gag her_, and Steph dutifully complies, rolling her white cotton and Emily’s pink polyester into a ball of material which she shoves unceremoniously into Emily’s mouth, causing her to gag, and now the tears start. Steph cries silently, just one tear at a time rolling down her cheek and into her hair, while Emily sobs through the panties, her shoulders shaking as Steph spanks her over and over. I massage the head of my dick through my pants. I want to take it out and jerk it but there’ll be plenty of time for that during the replay. For now there is work still to do.
_Steph. Kiss her ass better._ She looks wrong footed by this.
“Like … you want me to kiss her butt?”
_Yes.” I say simply.
With one eyebrow raised she sinks to her knees beside Emily and, looking at me for approval, she leans forward and kisses Emily’s burning red skin.
_Good. More, kiss her butt all over. Kiss it better_.
With a look of disgusted puzzlement, Steph begins to peck all over, little butterfly kisses across each of Emily’s buttocks. She conspicuously avoids the cleft, and the dark furry valley between Emily’s thighs. Time to fix that, I think.
_Steph, with both hands, pull Emily’s ass cheeks apart and show me her butt hole._
She leans back and makes a face like she’s changing a diaper, a kind of revolted pout, but complies. She peels apart Emily’s butt crack and exposes her pink little hole. I take more screenshots. I should have brought food, I’m getting sort of hungry. I think for a moment and type _open those pussy lips for me i want to see inside her_.
I hear her murmur “I’m sorry, babe” and she strokes Emily’s back tenderly, then gingerly pries her open with two thumbs. It’s a beautifully erotic sight: Steph opens her friend for me, laying her bare and looks back to the camera. Her lower lip is trembling and there are tear tracks gleamingly drawn across her tits, the word “Whore” is delicately, incongruously written over her fleshy mounds and she sits patiently, waiting for her orders. Good pet.
_Lick_ I say.
She looks at me horrified, disbelievingly. She wants this not to be real. “I – d-don’t know w-w-w-w-what you m-mean?” she manages.
_I want you to lick her cunt_. Steph begins to cry properly now, her shoulders trembling, “No, please. Please don’t make me do that. I don’t want to.”
_29, 28, 27 … _
She bites her knuckle and rocks back and forward on her heels for a few seconds. She looks terribly conflicted, and I curse myself for pushing so quickly. Have I lost her? But then the little darling screws up her face in disgust, sticks out the tip of her tongue and flicks it quickly across Emily’s labia. Emily flinches at the touch as though burned. I heave a huge sigh of relief.
_Deeper. Push your tongue inside her cunt._
Shaking her head and trying to hold back the tears, Steph leans in and wriggles her tongue at the entrance to Emily’s virgin hole. I imagine the tight hot tunnel enveloping her tongue and have to take a deep breath to calm down. When she looks bakc up, I see that her lipstick has been left behind, a ruby red kiss obscenely smeared on Emily’s pussy lips.
_Good. Now kiss her cunt with your tongue. Make out with it._ She gags slightly, then leans in again and begins to kiss and suck. I imagine Emily’s juices beginning to run, I bet Steph’s mouth feels great. Her kisses become deeper and wetter, she sucks the delicate petals of her friend’s sex into her mouth, massaging them with her lips while her tongue snakes out to lash at the tight hole that’s tucked away inside. Her tongue strokes up and down, painting the hot pink flesh with her saliva. Eventually I get bored and say _now her butthole. Lick it. then kiss it_
Steph crumbles and begins to sob openly as her tongue begins to lap at Emily’s ass, teasing it round and round, rimming her. I gently knead and stroke my dick. I’m hard as fuck. I watch her eating ass for a couple of minutes, entranced by the show. I take shot after shot of Steph’s tongue dipping into the puckered crater of Emily’s butt, I capture the smudged lipstick and running mascara. She can manage two or three licks at a time before she gags, a dry heave shakes her whole body and she needs to pause to recover. I watch her flick her tongue around the pulsating sphincter. I long for her to drive that tongue deep inside Emily’s ass, and really ream that hole, but that can wait until next time.
The laptop BINGs. _Enough. Thankyou steph. tell emily to turn around. she can take those pantie sout of her mouth, now too._
I wait for the two girls to settle down on the sofa together. I allow them a minute of respite so they can hug and cry and comfort one another. It’s important to me that they feel comfortable or the video won’t come out right.
_You’re doing so well,_ I say, _we’re nearly done here._ I finish my mountain dew and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand. They look so cute together, wiping the tears from one another’s eyes and stroking each other’s hair. There is something erotic in their innocence, in the gentleness with which they tend to one another, the softness of their touch. Their concern for each other betokens a deep sisterly affection. _I want you to make out,_ I tell them, _turn and face each other and kiss._ Wordlessly, they move toward one another. Their eyes locked. They know each other so well that they can communicate all with a look. I watch as they start to kiss with nibbling little pecks and nuzzles. I think, genuinely, that they’re enjoying it – it’s a moment of care and purity in the middle of their ordeal.
_More tongues, bitches, and run your hands over each other._ They begin to stroke one another, hands wandering over each other’s naked bodies, caressing and soothing. I send occasional instructions (_play with her nipples emily_ or _stroke her pussy_) but mostly I just watch contentedly. I begin to take an abstract interest in the process of directing them. At this remove, able only to see them on a screen, I feel like an author writing their lives. Why do I make such terrible things happen to them? Why do I take such pleasure in their degradation? If not these two, then some other poor hapless girl would have wandered into my game and would now be fucking herself with a hairbrush, or tying shoelaces around her tits for me. I feel a fleeting pity, then sigh heavily and type another command.
_we’re going to play a game_ I type.
I direct the girls to sit on the sofa, facing me, with Steph between Emily’s legs. Poor Emily is completely hidden behind her bigger friend, but I’m sure she won’t mind that. Steph sits with her legs wide open, displaying her mound. Ihave Emily reach around from behind and place her hands on Steph’s breasts.
_all you gotta do is get Steph to cum and you’re done_ I lie. _emily, you stroke her titties. steph you play with that snatch of yours_
Nervously, Steph reaches down between her legs. She looks up at the camera as she begins to stroke her downy mons and says “L-like this?”
I watch in silence as she spreads her pussy lips open and teases the entrance to her vagina with one finger. I don’t really understand why she doesn’t just fake it like every other girl I’ve been with, but no, she seems intent on playing fair. With her other hand she starts to gently squeeze and massage her clitoris, rubbing it without pulling back the hood. Her eyes flutter closed so that she can concentrate. Emily begins to knead sensuously at her breasts, fondling them between her palms. She strokes with her fingertips around the areolae so that Steph’s nipples harden and stand to attention. Once they’re hard, she begins to tease them with her thumb and forefinger. I can see that she is whispering something into Steph’s ear and I’m curious, but not curious enough to interrupt just yet. As I watch, Steph begins to slip the tip of one finger inside herself, gently stretching herself open. She rubs her clit around and around, with slow firm strokes. I can see her relaxing while her friend whispers encouragement into her ear and caresses her nipples. The entrance to her pussy opens slowly, sucking lovingly at her finger, leaving it slick with her juices. She’s doing very well, and it seems almost a shame to interrupt. Her eyes fly open when the laptop bings again: _I changed my mind_.
_New plan. I’ve decided I’m going to post pics and contact details for *one* of you to the internet._
Emily takes her hands off Steph’s tits and peers around from behind her friend. “Wait – but – ”
_Steph, if you can cum in the next five minutes, I’ll post Emily. Emily, if you can keep her from cumming, I’ll post Steph. Keep your hands where they are, please._
The timer starts. They stare in bewilderment for a few moments. Emily says “No way, babe. This is bullshit. We don’t have to hurt each other” and she shoots me that feisty glower again, then squeezes her friend comfortingly. Steph sits mutely considering her options. Another few seconds silently pass. Emily, less certainly now, shakes her friend’s shoulder and says, “Bae? Right?”
I’m on the edge of my seat, as the clock ticks down, _4:28_, _4:27_, _4:26_, and then slowly, oh so slowly, Steph begins to masturbate herself. Round and round she rubs, in and out she pumps. Her slumped shoulders and trembling lip describe her dejection. It’s the saddest wank imaginable. She holds back a sob, takes a deep slow breath and then speeds up, her fingers rougher than before, more hurried. I shake my head sadly, Steph is a terrible person, I think. I knew I liked Emily more.
Emily is even more shocked than I. “Hey, oh my god, what the fuck?” she shouts and she punches Steph on the shoulder. “We don’t have to do this, Steph, please” and then the betrayal catches in her throat and she gasps and she starts to make low moaning sounds, like a hurt animal. I wish I could hug her, tell her it’s okay.
Steph ignores her friend, although her movements slow for a second. Her eyes close and she bites her lip as she slips a second finger into her wet canal. Her fingers slide quickly over her clit. I think she could probably get there in a couple of minutes unimpeded. Quite honestly, I admire her spirit. Emily seems completely disarmed, and sits staring at me from behind Steph, just watching the clock tick down. Steph’s broad shoulders begin to shake and her breathing quickens, becomes shallow. I think she’s about to make it, when inspiration strikes Emily: she brings her hands back to Steph’s nipples, hovers hesitating for the space of a heartbeat, then *twists*.
Steph practically screams, “OHHHH Fuck!” and her hands stop moving. For a moment, the two of them are frozen. I can just hear Emily whispering “Oh babe, I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry”, and then Steph begins to rub herself again. Slowly, she teases her little clitty, and her tears start to flow. Hot tears of humiliation and frustration and pain. Her index finger rubs around and around, bouncing that litle nubbin, and just as I think she’s about to get there, Emily strikes again. She pulls hard on Steph’s nipples, jerking them forward. She digs her nails into poor Steph’s rosebuds with such venom that I wince. Steph groans in pain but doesn’t stop her stroke, and so a moment later Emily ups the ante and slaps her aross the tits.
Steph’s sobs and her little shrieks of pain make the perfect soundtrack as she fingers and frigs herself. Her two, then three fingers plunge in and out of her wet gash while Emily cruelly twists and pulls her nipples. Steph fucks herself, sobbing in pain and frustration, with heavy mascara stained tears splashing all over her abused tits, so that her “whore” sign begins to run at the edges. Emily slaps those pendulous breasts, mashing and twisting them, all the while kissing Steph’s neck, crying into her ear, telling her she’s sorry, she loves her, she doesn’t mean to hurt her. It was simply too wonderful for words. I wanted popcorn.
When the timer ran out, I logged off. I wonder how they responded to that. Did they hug one another with relief, or did they scream and shout. Did Emily ever forgive her friend’s infidelity? No matter. I uploaded the video to an onion site on a _different_ Russian server, and sold on their contact details for Bitcoin. Even after extracting the running costs, and my time, I made a healthy profit. I just hope the next guy is as kind as I am.
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