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@domchuckclayton
Text: I'm always a good girl for you, Master.
Text: Mmmf...that's no fair. I should be there, drying you off, or licking the water from your skin before I get to work on your cock that's hard for me... I am - I want you inside me so fucking bad, Master...
Text: I know.
Text: Aww, life it's always fair. I'll be with you soon enough and you can show me just how much you missed me.
Text: You just said 'ew' and I will never let you live that down. ;)
[Veronica was panting hard, smirking at her phone as she sent through that teasing text when the photo Chuck remotely broadcasted to her laptop's screen showed up, covering the entire display. She didn't motivation to moan louder - his orders would always get that out of her - but when she saw the photo he sent through, she just about came without any contact to her dripping cunt. "Oh, fuck." Her eyes scanned the screen hungrily, taking in every perfect inch of her Dominant - his muscled, perfect body, glistening and dripping from the shower, one hand on his hip, the other, powerfully gripping the impossibly thick base of his hard cock, teasing her in a way only Chuck Clayton could. Then, almost reluctantly, she turned her attention to the second photo and let out another loud, drawn out moan - he was just so fucking handsome. "God...fuck me..." She moaned, as she started to grind her pussy against the pillow with renewed vigor.]
Text: You're going to be the death of me, Master... That shower one, did you just take that? As in...are you naked and wet and hard right now, and I'm not there to service you?
Text: Be a good girl, blackbird.
Text: I might have. I am naked, and hard, though I'm rapidly drying at the moment. Are you riding that couch wishing you could service me?
Headmaster Jones -
I would like to request an exit interview for the claim of myself and Veronica Lodge.
Thank you.
@headmasterfpjones
Text: Fuck...you did say that. I'm sorry.
[Veronica quickly withdrew her hands, a guilt expression on her face as she sat up and reached for a cushion - a firm-ish one - and set it between her thighs. Next, she began to rut against it. It wasn't nearly as effective, but with how desperate she was, any contact felt like heaven, and before she knew it, she was approaching her first edge. She threw her head back, fisted the cushion and forced herself to stop rocking against it...and after a few tortuous beats, her arousal subsided without release, leaving a renewed, even more intense buzz of desperation between her legs. "Fuck..." She moaned, her eyes scanning over the current photo of Chuck canvasing her laptop's screen before she started to hump the pillow again.]
Text: That's a good girl. Moan louder for me. Ew, not that picture. Here, this one's better.
[he remotely accesses her computer to add photos of him naked out of the shower, and one with him gripping roughly to his hard cock, and another a close up biting his lower lip and staring lustfully at the camera]
Text: Are you touching what's mine right now, black bird?
Text: but alas, I am not. So until I get there I want you edging as many times as you can - at least ten - but you can’t use your hands. Keep your laptop open so I can see
Text: Ten!? Are you planning to get here today, Sir? God...okay, sorry. I don't mean to be a bitch. I just need you.
[Veronica opened her laptop so that the camera that she knew Chuck could easily access was aimed at her as she fell back against the sofa, completely naked and started to rub her cunt - all the while making direct eye-contact with the camera. On the screen (which she was sure Chuck could see, as well) was a slideshow of photos he'd sent her over the past several months; flexing-at-the-gym selfies, dick pics, photos of his body completely naked, scrolled steadily past as she worked herself over to the sight of each one.]
Text: apology accepted. We’re working on patience, remember.
Text: I said no hands, Blackbird. Show me how well the pussy grinds wishing my cock was inside it.
Text: Are you touching what's mine right now, black bird?
Text: but alas, I am not. So until I get there I want you edging as many times as you can - at least ten - but you can’t use your hands. Keep your laptop open so I can see
Text: Are you touching what's mine right now, black bird?
Text: No...but I'm about this close to dry-humping the arm of my sofa.
Text: oooh that’s a sight I’d love to see
On me, and in me, I should have said. Uh-huh, yes, I'm your needy slut, now can you please come treat me like one, Sir?
So impatient. I will be there shortly. I expect you ready for me. I'll even let you pick whatever toys you want. Have them ready before I get there
Text: It's clenching around your cock, Sir... I'm so wet...it's fucking pathetic that just thinking about you gets me this worked up.
Text: Are you touching what's mine right now, black bird?
At this point, I don't care. I just need you on me, Sir.
Good girl. That's my needy little slut.
You have too much self-control for that, Sir. You'd only damage my clothing if you really wanted to. There's no such thing as an accident where you're involved.
Because as much as you like the see me positively vibrating with need for you, you're bound to want your hands on me just as badly as I want them on me after a week going without.
For the record, I don't need a week's worth of denial to be dripping and needy, Sir! You could let me cum on your cock tonight and I could get just as wet and worked up for the pool lounging tomorrow.
Excellent point.
Oh I'm definitely getting my hands on you. I didn't say I want going to let you cum, though.
...Well, that's a little extreme, don't you think? I didn't mean to imply you couldn't touch me - just don't damage the goods while you do. As you said, I've been denied for a week - so every second you're not touching me is beginning to veer into torture-territory, Sir.
Happy to strip for you, and show off how needy my pussy is, thanks to you. Do you plan to finally take advantage of that neediness after I've shown off my Summer wardrobe?
But if I touch you I might just get carried away and I would hate to damage your high end clothing. Torture? Mmm, and why would someone like me hate the idea of that?
I might. Haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll keep you dripping and needy for an added show at this pool lounging you plan to do. All ready for someone to have their way with you.
It's the truth!
I really couldn't agree more, Sir. Just - and this will be the first and probably last time you'll hear me say this - try not to rip things off me, okay? A lot of the pieces I'll be showing you are custom and had to be ordered months in advance.
I promise I will not touch you while you're wearing these new bikinis. You will strip them for me though. One at a time, nice and slow while you play with that pussy I've been denying for the last week.
...I would've gotten your permission before actually following through with my plans, Sir. I just wanted to gauge the public's interest first, I guess.
A collection of this season's most sought after swimwear arrived the other day - designer bikini sets, some pieces that only consist of jewels on a string draped across my body - and then I have an array of chiffons to wear over things if it gets breezy. I can model them for you later if you want?
Mhm. Good save.
Oh a show will be necessary, yes. Sounds like the perfect way to spend our evening.
Are you saying you disapprove, Sir? I can simply go naked if that'd be preferable.
I'm not saying I disapprove. But I'm fairly certain someone needs my approval of what she wears. I mean, that's if I'm remembering correctly of course.
What do you plan to wear, or not wear, for the masses to see?
Text: If there’s one thing you are and will always be, it’s unapologetic - being consumed with thoughts of you is exactly how you want me, anyway. ;)
Text: Mmhmm - it’s all I can think of, Sir - the feeling of your tongue in my pussy, the view of you between my legs, working me over and then standing up, lifting me into your arms and slamming my edged cunt down on your cock….in case you wanted me to elaborate.
Text: This is true.
Text: I always want you to elaborate. And what's that pussy of my doing, filled with my cock like that?
Classes are ending shortly, summer vacation is just around the corner, and I, for one, couldn't be more excited for a little break - and I'm sure I'm not alone. To anyone interested in really celebrating the end of the semester, you'll most likely find me pool-side and scantily-clad. (You're welcome.)
Oh are you now? And who approved this scantily clad poolside lounging for you?
