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Holly ran the wand of lip gloss over her lips. Twice. Looking into the mirror, she rubbed her lips together and screwed the cap back on. Freckles dotted her nose and dashed onto her youthful cheeks. Her make up was perfect. Shiny lips. Thick back eyeliner and mascara. Just the right amount of blush to make her skin look vibrant. Combing her fingers through her blonde streaked red hair, she smiled at her reflection. It was almost showtime. She walked out of the bathroom, adjusting her red plaid cropped top to serve as a bra to her huge breasts. Wearing her favorite ripped jeans, Holly walked over to the desk in the small bedroom and opened her laptop. Her followers. How weird. People that logged on to the internet at the times she told them she’d be online. Talking to her via text, getting off on what she wore or said. What she did. Holly knew she wasn’t as pretty as some of the models out there, but she was smart. Only eighteen years old, she was at the prime of her life to be a cam whore. It wasn’t as if she would do it forever. She’d started doing it to pay for the part of tuition that her scholarship didn’t cover. Now she’d gone a little further to get more viewers. She needed to move out of her boyfriend’s apartment. Having moved in with him to get away from her train wreck of an alcoholic mother, she never thought James would actually fall in love with someone like her. He was in college with a full baseball scholarship, rich parents to throw money at him, and parties to go to that didn’t interest her. She was majoring in science and, given her mother’s problems, had never had a drink in her life. He didn’t know what she did to help pay her way. Holly wasn’t going to tell him. She switched on the webcam and signed into the site. Her page popped up with pictures of her in lingerie. Then came the private messages. She turned them off, opened up her group chat room, and watched the customers trickle in. Adjusting the laptop to face the foot of the bed, she was sure to give them a good peek at her deep cleavage. Her tight, tanned stomach. The little diamond jewel that dangled from her belly button piercing. The texts flowed in. Half of the men were sweet, just wanted to see her body and talk about her day. The other half wanted her to do every slimy thing known to man. She talked to them. Teased them. Sometimes she’d strip and show her panties or her naked tits. Touch herself a little. Nothing extreme. Men were easy to turn on. It was keeping them interested enough to show her loyalty online that was tricky. The market was flooded with beautiful women and Holly had yet to find the trigger that would bring the hordes of admirers she needed. Normally she made a couple thousand a month. She wanted fifty. “I have a surprise for you boys today,” she said with a smile. She waited, letting the guesses flood in. “No, you naughty boys. I put all of your desires in a bowl and picked out the winner.” She bit her lower lip deliberately, then looked into the webcam and smiled. “Why don’t I get more comfortable and let you just watch? No matter who won today, remember there’s always next time.” Covering her mouth, she let out a flirtatious giggle and stood up. Opened the button on her jeans. Then lowered the zipper, flashing the black lacy boy shorts she wore underneath. The page went wild. Comment after comment. Her tip jar, a little icon of a bucket on the bottom right of her screen, began to fill. She turned around and hooked her thumbs in her waistband. Looking over her shoulder at the webcam, she inched her jeans over her butt. Holly bent low to pull them off, ensuring her followers got a close up of her luscious ass. “Holly,” a familiar masculine voice spoke from the bedroom doorway. Pants around her ankles, she snapped up straight before stumbling backward. She grabbed ahold of the desk as if for balance, slipping her fingers over the laptop to minimize the camwhore window in the same movement. “James! I thought you were at practice.” Trying to act casual, Holly kicked the jeans off her feet. He was in his baseball uniform, the pants always a little too revealing around the lap. It was what she’d first noticed about him, long before his deep blue eyes or wavy brown hair. “What are you doing?” He set his pack down at the doorway, his gaze never breaking from her. Running the situation through her head, she realized he couldn’t have seen her computer. He couldn’t know anything. “I’m just…well.” She looked down at her body and wished she could fake blushing. “I was trying to find something you’d think was sexy. Just playing dress up, I guess.” She peeked up at him. Batted her eyelashes. His lips perked up in a smile as he looked her up and down. “You don’t have to try, baby. You’re always sexy.” Holly Tunalı escort tilted her head up, facing her boyfriend. The webcam’s the little green light seemed to pulsate in her peripheral vision as she spoke with him. She could almost feel the emotions of the men watching behind it. None of her followers would want her to talk to someone else. She couldn’t be making any money. James took a few steps into the room and slipped his hands around her waist. “You’re beautiful.” Even as he complimented her, she tried to find a way to salvage the situation. What had she said to her customers? I put all of your desires in a bowl and picked out the winner. How would they know who James was to her? He could have been any of them. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled widely at him. She took a little step to the side to make sure the webcam caught the profile of her body. “You’re so sweet, James.” He stepped with her, an eyebrow flickering up. So unassuming. So nice. He’d never expect the kind of situation he’d walked into. She almost felt bad. “I’m not always so sweet.” His hands followed the slope of her lower back, slid onto her plush ass, and squeezed hard as he pulled her close, his thick length punching into her hips. “And neither are you.” He never talked like that. In fact, he’d never even started touching her without a soft touch or a sweet kiss. She swallowed, willing her body to stay relaxed. “Babe?” James’s lips turned up at the sides, a wicked sort of smile she’d never seen on his face. His grip on her ass lightened, one hand releasing. Before she could get comfortable, his palm cracked across her panty clad cheek. “Ow!” she squealed, clutching his shoulders. “What are you doing?” “Miss me, baby?” he murmured. He let her go, both of his hands working to untie the little plaid knot between her breasts that held her short top together. “Um, yeah.” She bit her lip and glanced down as her big tits sprang free, the top falling open. He pushed the cloth off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. “I missed you too. Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” “I’m not nervous.” “Good.” James’s lips brushed hers as he kneaded her breasts. The kiss deepened, his hands squeezing her sensitive flesh. His mouth pressed harder against hers, his tongue breaking through and caressing her own. Fuck, he was never like this. He’d always been sweet and slow, giving her time to acclimate to his presence. “Are you in the mood, baby?” he asked, breathing heavy as he pinched her peach colored nipples. She sucked a breath in through her teeth, reveling in the rough way he was treating her. “Want me to suck your pretty tits?” he murmured. Nodding, she bit her lip. The caps of her nipples were getting harder by the second as he tugged and tweaked. Her cunt bloomed with wet heat. He smiled, taking his callused hands off her. Snaking one arm around the small of her back, he looked deep into her eyes. His free hand slid over the full plushness of her breast, grasping and pushing it against her chest. He kept going, her breast bouncing back to its perky resting place as James’s hand wound around the base of her neck. “Beg me.” His voice was low. Dark. Like never before. “What?” Holly took a step backward, stopping as she felt the desk chair behind her. Fingers tightening around her neck, the hand at her waist let go. A second later, his biceps flexed and the pads of his fingers came down in a slap against her nipple. “James?” She drew up on her tiptoes. He wasn’t holding her throat tight enough to make her fear for her life, but the very way he handled her robbed her of breath. “Beg me, Holly,” he muttered, slapping her other tit. The entire time they’d spent together, he’d never been like this. Despite all the things she’d been through at her mother’s trailer and the men she’d slept with then and since, no one had ever made her beg. His eyes searched the features of her face. “Come on, beautiful girl.” She breathed in and out, willing herself to do it slowly. Buying time, trying to read him. The corners of his eyes narrowed, the sides of his mouth turning up. James slapped the very edge of her stiff nipple, and hit the other one even harder. “Do it,” she whispered, her eyes rolling in the back of her skull. “Suck my tits, baby.” He crouched, his mouth sealing on her nipple and sucking hard. “Oh, God,” she muttered, trying to make sure the webcam got a good view. Holly’s pussy was on fucking fire. Her boyfriend was handling her like he owned her. Like he didn’t care about her feelings, that her body belonged to him. As if she were a fantasy, a prized pussy, that he’d won on auction. But wasn’t that what she wanted her viewers to believe? His hand snaked between her legs, probing ulus escort bayan her wet cunt, before his mouth set her breast free. “You like it rough, Holly? Is that it?” As her dark brown eyes met his, she gave him a tentative smile. Not sure if she should answer. If he’d like a girl who wasn’t so sweet or innocent. Or if he’d like himself after everything was said and done. “You love it.” His fingers traced the flesh at her mound, exploring the soft, slippery part around her steaming entrance. “You want me to play with your little pussy?” Holly mewled, moving her hips, trying to force his finger inside her. It didn’t work. James stood, his fingers leaving her twat only to smear her own juice over her glossy lips. “Beg me.” One hand gripping his forearm, she reached down with the other. Felt for the front of his pants. Ran her palm over his thickening erection. The fat muscle of his shaft. Underneath the crest of his flared head. “I think we both want the same thing,” she replied. “You don’t know how right you are.” He let go of her before planting his hands on her shoulders and spinning her around. Her feet were still trying to settle on solid ground when he ripped her panties from her hips and spanked her plump ass cheek, making her yelp. Then his powerful arm snaked around her waist, pulling her ass toward him. Grinding his clothed erection into her. Holly gasped, holding onto his forearm. James pulled her hair aside, his breath rough in her ear. “Beg me. Tell me how you want to be a whore. My whore.” What had happened to her sweet boyfriend? The guy who loved her and treated her like some kind of fragile princess. Was the webcam catching all of this? She’d been prepared to give him a blow job or masturbate after he left. But with the ache between her legs and the steel of his cock pressing into her, her viewers were going to watch her get fucked. Hard. They were going to make a porn, and he didn’t even know it. James yanked her head back by her hair as he ground his dick into her. “You want my big cock in your little cunt? How long have you been waiting for me to treat you like the whore you are?” Holly whimpered, cutting her eyes to the open laptop beside them. The little green light shining next to the webcam. Her boyfriend had never seemed to be the type for rough sex, but there was no way he’d like to fuck for a bunch of horny men. He cupped her mound and ran his hand over her legs, dipping onto the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Over the flood her pussy had made, without touching it. Unable to help herself, she whimpered again, pushing her hips at his fingers. “Uh, uh.” James pulled her hair at the roots, her head meeting his shoulder as her breasts jutted upward. “Beg.” Thrusting her ass back at him, she wedged his covered cock between her round butt cheeks. “James.” “What?” “Fuck me. Please. Fuck me like the whore I am.” “Any way I want to, right Holly?” His fingers curled, finally penetrating her aching cunt. “Oh, oh my God.” The feeling of his thick fingers inside her worked away at her sweet, innocent persona with every plunge. “Fuck me the way you’ve always wanted to. Treat me like your bitch. Abuse my little pussy. Give me your big fucking cock and let me drink your come.” His fingers worked into her faster, stretching her twat as he thumbed her clit. Thrusted his dick through the cleft of her plush ass. “That’s my good girl. Enough of this vanilla shit, right? This little pussy is mine.” The eye of the webcam lingered in her mind. “Yours,” she whispered. James pushed off of her quickly, the cold air an unwelcome feeling over her back. Before she could turn around, his hand cracked upon her burning ass cheek. Then gripped it, jiggling the meat of her flesh. “Louder, Holly. Beg me.” Between her boyfriend and the men she knew were watching, she was losing all control of the situation. He pulled his fingers from her pussy and slapped the other side of her ass. “Tell me.” She glanced over at the laptop again, only to have James turn her around roughly to look at him. All blue blood and beautiful. Knight in shining armor. Beloved baseball hero. The apple of his parents’ eyes. The nicest guy she’d ever known. He gripped her chin, his wet fingers slipping as the smell of her pussy rose to her nostrils. “Beg me.” “My cunt is yours.” She panted as she reached for his dick again, stroking its hard length. “I need your cock.” “Where do you want it, my little whore?” A warm wet spot dotted his pants at the tip of his dick. She licked her lips. “In my mouth.” “Is that all?” His finger slipped over her soft lips, dragging the taste of her strawberry flavored gloss onto her tongue before adding another digit. One that tasted exactly like she Escort yenimahalle knew she did. Holly stroked him faster. “In my pussy.” “Good, baby.” His saliva dipped finger trailed down her neck, through the line between her breasts. “But isn’t there one more place you want it? Tell me.” It was what she’d always loved, but something they’d never done. He was too sweet, too good, too clean and normal for that. But what else could he be expecting her to say? “My mouth. My cunt.” The smile on his face grew with the word. “My…my ass.” James seized her hips and pushed her backward. “That’s a girl.” Panties catching around her knees, Holly stumbled back onto the mattress with a squeal. Momentarily out of view of the laptop. He tore his shirt over his head, throwing it to the side as she fell. His warm body covered hers, the fine hair of his chest tickling her breasts as his hands linked her wrists above her head. The way he looked at her… Dipping his head, he kissed her lips softly. Then made his way down to her chin. His nose skimmed the length of her jaw as he kissed down to her neck. Holly moaned. Her knees clutched his hips as she thrust her aching pussy at his pant covered cock. “James.” His hands still circled her wrists, pushing them down into the comforter as his teeth grazed her nipple. She whimpered, pushing against his hold. Her legs seesawed against his as she tried desperately to feel his length along her soaked cunt. Whimpering quietly, she thrashed under his dominance. “Fuck me!” she demanded. “Fuck me!” Her boyfriend chuckled. “That’s not begging, Holly baby.” “Please.” Strands of her short hair shagged over her eyes, blurring her view of the laptop beside them. James let her go, tucking the hair behind her ear. She grasped the top of his pants, going to work at the ridiculous belt holding his beautiful cock from her pussy. He gripped her chin, forcing her to look into his dark blue eyes even as she worked the button of his pants free. “Do not forget who is fucking you.” “I won’t.” She slid the zipper down. “Say my name.” Holly sighed as her hands met his warm, thick cock and pulled it out of the confines of his tight pants. “James.” “Louder.” “James,” she said, rubbing his cock through her saturated pussy lips. Leaving her on the bed, he stood and ripped the pants from his hips. He lurched forward, seized her ankles, and yanked her to the edge of the bed. “Oh God, yes!” She sat up, reaching for his dick. Her boyfriend’s fingers hit her clit, slapping her with a rapid fire that took her breath away. Moaning, she fell back onto the bed even as her hips thrusted toward his palm. “Whose pussy is this?” he demanded, strumming his fingers over her sensitive nub. “Yours,” she whispered, letting her legs fall open wider. Hoping, praying he’d fuck her. “Please.” He smiled and licked his lips. Hooking his arms under her knees, he brought her legs to her chest. Looked down at her aching cunt. Biting her lip, it was all she could do to keep her hands to herself as she waited for him to penetrate her. James clapped his hands to the back of her thighs and pushed them even further. Her ass came up off the side of the bed, her knees coming to a rest on either side of her head. It felt as if her body folded in half. “What are you…James?” His name was hardly out of her lips when his mouth descended on her slit. Tongued a line from the pucker of her asshole, over her drooling pussy, only to rest on her clit and latch on. Holly’s arms froze, her fingers extended mid-air. Between the cradle of her legs, her boyfriend’s blue eyes stared back at her. His tongue flicked furiously at her clit, making her buck against him. He reaffirmed his grip, grasping the cheeks of her ass. “Oh…” Her eyes widened as the crest of orgasm surged through her, unable to look away from him. “Oh my God. Oh my God!” Her cries hitched higher and higher, her knees twitching against her shoulders, legs trembling in his grip. “Fuck me,” she screamed, her hands flailing, searching for his dick. “Please, please, James! Please fuck me.” He broke himself from her twat with a hollow slurp. Growling, he shoved his hands under her, gliding his arms up her back, and threw her farther back on the bed. The mattress dented under her as he followed. He thrusted deep inside her, his cock stretching her pussy, the head resting against her G-spot and his balls dipping into the crack of her ass. She heard her moan take over the air, the ache between her legs assuaged with the fit of him inside her. James brushed her hair off her forehead and gently kissed her. “You like it better like this don’t you?” Why was he talking? All she could think about was how good it felt to finally have his cock inside her. And how she couldn’t wait to have her ass fucked again. God, but that tongue in her mouth. Tasting of her own cum. Massaging her own. His dick backed out, only to thrust in again. Solid, deep, slow. “You talked to me one night.” Just fuck me, she thought, pulling at his hips. Shut up and fuck me. “About your life.

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