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I write about cod characters so, anyone from call of duty I’m happy to write about. If it happens to be a character I haven’t written about before I’ll have to do some research on them but other than that I have no problem writing about anyone from cod.
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Sitting up right, both guys are rocking hard ons. Their cocks thick and heavy as they strain against the denim of their jeans. Taking the safe option, you shuffle towards Simon, grasping the waistband of his jeans and pulling him towards you.
The look he gives you is knowing but he lets you continue. Clearly you aren’t the only one that's been thinking about it. Popping the button free and pulling his zipper down you work his jeans down over his hips before grabbing at his cock.
It’s heavy in your hand as you pull the band of his boxers back, exposing his weeping tip. Wrapping your lips around it, Simon hisses in response to your tongue darting over his slit. The taste of pre cum floods your taste buds as you suck on his tip.
All whilst you reach your hand out towards Johnny. Gripping the expanse of his thigh before trailing upwards towards his boner. The harsh imprint throbs against the material of his jeans.
Desperate for attention. Desperate for your attention.
“W-what?” Johnny stutters, his words tumbling out of his mouth.
“Just shush.”Simon answers, as you undo Johnny's jeans with one hand. His cock pulses in your hand when you grip him through the fabric of his underwear, all whilst continuing to suck at the tip of Simon’s cock.
Releasing your mouth from Simon, you use one hand to release Johnny’s cock and the other to release Simon’s cock. Both of them springing free, rock hard, and dripping with desire and pre cum.
Taking a cock in each hand you start to pump them up and down. Making sure to rub your palm over the tips of their dicks once you reach the top before pumping them down to the base again.
Both guys hips jut forward with every glide of your palm over their tips.
“Fuck.” Johnny moans, as you switch from your hands to your mouth. Taking it in turns to take one of their cocks in your mouth, sliding them as far as you can take them, before doing the same with the other one.
Both guys stand with their heads tipped back, their chest heaving, and groaning every time your warm mouth welcomes their cock down your throat.
“Isn’t this fun.” You say, looking up at them both from where you sit and batting your eyelashes.
“ Oh yeah it’s fuckin’ riveting, darling.” Simon remarks, “ Now get on your hands and knees.” He demands. His voice is rough and dripping with need and desperation as you position yourself correctly.
“Go on then.” Simon says to Johnny, as you arch your back and wiggle your ass in the direction of the two men.
“Seriously?” Johnny asks.
“Might as well fix everything whilst we’re here aye?” Simon states, before throwing a condom towards him from his back pocket.
Stripping off his jeans and shirt Johnny positions himself behind you. Ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolling it down his cock.
The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance before he’s pushing it into your awaiting pussy. He’s not as big as Simon but he’s certainly thicker, and it’s evident in the slight sting of your pussy stretching to accommodate a thicker cock.
Once seated to the hilt, Johnny grips at the fat of your hips using your body as a form of anchor as he pulls himself out to the tip before pushing himself all the way back in.
“Shit, you’re tight.” He groans as he thrusts into you.
“Move your hips like this, Johnny.” Simon says walking towards Johnny. Where he then grasps ahold of Johnny's hips and guides them into the right motion. Rolling his hips into your now, his cock stuffs you full, hitting just the right spot inside of you that has your pussy leaking all over his cock.
“There we go, got her creamin’ all over ya now.” Simon states, coming towards you. “Is that nice, baby. Does his cock feel good?” He asks, cupping your chin with his thumb and forefinger making you look up at him.
“Yes, oh yes.” You moan as Johnny continues to hit just the right spot, making your eyes roll back in your head.
“Think he’ll be able to get himself his own girl now? No more takin’ mine.” Simon asks.
“Y-yeah I think he’ll be o-okay now.” You mumble out as you feel your orgasm building.
“I can hear you, you know,” Johnny says.
“Trust me I haven’t forgotten your presence.” Simon grumbles, “Now open wide, baby.” He asks, tapping at the side of your face lightly until you open wide.
His cock is heavy against your tongue as he slides himself into your mouth. The salty taste of pre cum filling your mouth as his tip drips with desire. You’re used to taking Simon’s cock and your lips wrap around him straight away.
Your tongue swirling around him before gliding over the underneath of his cock, just as he likes. His fingers are running through your hair as he reaches the back of your throat, pushing until you gag just a little bit before pulling back out.
Johnny continues to rut into you, the thrusts of his hips propelling you forwards onto Simon’s cock taking him deeper.
“Christ, I’m gonna cum.” Johnny announces.
“Me too.” You attempt to mumble around Simon’s cock. But it just comes out an inaudible string of mumbles and grumbles.
Although I think he got the idea, as his hips continue to meet yours. Snapping together like magnets meeting, until his hips are stuttering in their rhythm and you’re both finishing at the same time with a string of curses leaving your mouths.
Shoving him out of the way and lining himself up with your quivering pussy, he pushes himself inside of you. All the way to the base.
Your poor legs tremble and your poor pussy throbs. Yet the feel of Simon thrusting into you has you recovering from your orgasm quicker and preparing for the next one.
His cock hits even deeper than Johnny’s. However Simon knows just how to get you there.
His tip rubs against your cervix, threatening to fill you up with his babies. Because of course Simon wouldn't wear a condom. You’re his missus at the end of the day.
Reaching round and underneath you he finds your clit and pinches the bundle of nerves between his fingers. Your core tenses at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and slight pain from the lack of time between your recent orgasm and the one now building inside of you.
“Fuck,” You whimper, “Simon I-I.”
“I know, baby. Hang on.” He says, fucking his cock up into you as he rolls your clit between his fingers.
Your orgasm hits even harder than the first and second one combined. Your body shakes and chest heaves as Simon finishes not long after, pulling out to finish all over your back before you collapse onto the sofa beneath you.
“Fuck.” You groan into the fabric of the sofa.
“Well, if you can’t keep someone after this then it’s gotta be something up here.” Simon says tapping the side of his skull before collapsing next to you.
Little did he know Johnny had already found someone. He’d found someone the minute he’d walked through the front door of your apartment. It was just gonna take Simon some time to come around to the idea. That’s all.
I actually did it. Fucking incredible. I will be posting this in two parts tho as it's 2k words long. I have written it all dw, i'll post the rest tomottow morning <3
“Now you better fuckin’ behave yourself.” Simon says as he grabs Johnny by the back of his neck.
“She ain’t yours, this is a one time thing, and it’ll never ever, ever happen again.” Simon finishes
“Si, I’m sure he is well aware.” You sigh.
“Nuh uh, you don’t know him like I know him,” Simon says, giving you a pointed look, “He’s a cheeky motherfucker and I don’t trust him right now.” Simon says whilst tightening his grip on Johnny's neck.
“Look man, I said I’d behave. Didn’t I?” Johnny says, “And besides if I wanted to try anything. Which I don't by the way! But you’ve got full control so I couldn’t.” Johnny states.
I can see Simon muling it over in his head. And Johnny is right. Simon has complete control over the situation, he has to otherwise he’d have never agreed.
Laying onto your back, you hook your arms under your legs spreading yourself open for both guys to see.
“I mean it Johnny.” Simon says, throwing one last warning to Johnny, before guiding him towards your awaiting pussy.
Simon stands behind Johnny as he positions him between your thighs, and you can’t help but like the sight of them both together, in front of you like this.
But that isn’t something you could ever admit to Simon. So you let them continue.
“First you gotta warm her up,” Simon grunts, whilst pushing Johnny's head towards your thigh, “You gotta make 'em beg for it before you even get a taste yourself. It’s worth it, trust me.” Simon adds when Johnny produces a sound that boards on the lines of a whine.
“Go on.” Simon says, shoving him forwards, “Warm her up.”
Johnny presses his mouth against the soft skin of your thigh. His breath is hot against you as he places open mouth kisses over the expanse of you.
Simon gives his head a little tug before pulling him over to your other thigh, where Johnny traces your skin with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Where he then releases it with a ‘pop’ sound before looking down to admire his handy work.
You just catch the little glimpse of a smile on his lips before Simon guides him towards your pubic area. Making him place a gentle kiss to the velvety skin before allowing him a taste of your pussy.
The tip of his tongue flicks against your clit and you jolt in surprise.
“See that.” Simon asks, “You got her aching for it. Absolutely aching that her poor body doesn't know what to do now that it’s got what it wants.” He says.
“Aint that right, my love.” Simon says, making eye contact with you. You nod eagerly in response as you try to nudge your hips towards Johnny’s awaiting mouth. But it isn’t until Simon gives him a nod of approval that he lets his mouth latch onto your yearning pussy.
His tongue glides through your folds before dipping into your entrance and lapping at the mess you’ve made.
“God,” Johnny groans, before dipping back down for another taste, “She’s so sweet.” He mumbles against your pussy.
“Why’s you think I was so reluctant to share?” Simon states, as he watches Johnny. His fingers still gripped in the scruff of hair at the bottom of Johnny's head. Which he uses to rein him back in if he gets too carried away, tutting at him when he does it.
Johnny's chin drips with your juices, his stubble slick with wet as he devours your pussy. Listening to Simon's commands with great enthusiasm that there's no way another woman will stand him up now. Not after this.
“God.” You moan as Johnny buries his tongue deep inside of you. Your hips buck in response, urging Johnny on as his fat tongue stretches you out. Your orgasms right there, approaching like a tsunami, ready to over take your senses and send you into a world of pure bliss.
His tongue slips free from your entrance and is quickly replaced by his thick fingers. Two digits enter you and your pussy clamps down around them, desperate for any sort of friction that’ll have your orgasm barreling towards its peak.
“Curl them upwards a lil’ bit, and you’ll hit her sweet spot.” Simon mutters into Johnny's ear. At some point during tonight's events Simon crouched down to be level with Johnny's head. And ever since then he’s been whispering things into his ear.
And you must admit. It’s doing something to you. Seeing them so close, doing something that isn’t at all intimate but it has your heart racing.
Johnny curls his fingers, doing as Simon said, and he hits you just right. His fingers press into you just right as he pumps them in and out of your sopping pussy.
You throw your head back and let your eyes fall shut, letting your senses take over. His fingers continue to pump in and out at a steady pace as Johnny locks his mouth around your clit, sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
Your thighs start to shake and your head flies up with the overwhelming feeling of his fingers stuffed in your pussy and his tongue attacking your clit. However it isn’t until your eyes pop open that you realise it’s not Johnny with your clit in his mouth.
It’s Simon. Johnny's still thrusting his fingers inside of you, but he’s leaned back allowing Simon to capture your clit in his mouth.
“Oh god.” You cry, as you stare at Simon. His eyes lock onto yours, hooded and dark, swirling with lust as he sucks at your clit.
Your orgasm is like an avalanche, rapid and sudden. Trampling you, sending your mind spinning as your body shakes and shivers.
And you can’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe. This could work.
When soap gets home from being deployed, as much as he wants to pounce on you and ravish you within seconds of laying his eyes on you.
If it happens to be that he’s arriving home in the middle of the night and you’re already asleep. He’ll let you sleep.
Slipping under the sheets next to your sleeping form and pressing himself up against you. He’ll just bask in the calmness of this moment.
Before he feels his eyelids going heavy and he lets sleep take over.
But don’t think you’re safe just because he’s letting you sleep. Oh no. He’s letting you gather up your energy.
Because the minute he feels you start to stir and your body moves against his.
He’s on you.
You open your eyes to just a face full of soap as he hovers above you, not even letting you muster up a “good morning” before he’s pressing his lips against yours.
His hips rut up against your body automatically. His cock hard within seconds.
“Johnny!” You manage to say in between the attack of his lips against yours.
“Just need a lil’, Bonnie. That’s all.” He mutters, before slipping underneath the covers and nestling in between your legs.
Hooking his finger round the crotch of your shorts, he pulls the fabric aside before running his tongue through your folds. His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking it into his mouth, before dipping back down to your entrance and lapping his tongue in the mess he’s made of your sweet pussy.
“Johnny.” You sigh, feeling your eyelids go heavy as you relax into the bed and into the feel of him taking care of you and himself.
“Shh, sh, it’s okay.” He says, pulling the covers back to peer at you from where he lays between your legs. “Go back to sleep.” He says, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh, before going back to lapping at your pussy.
Letting your eyes flutter shut, you give your body over to Johnny. Knowing he’ll be good to you.
He always is.
Caging you with his body, Johnny allows his cock to spring free of his boxers before lining himself up with your entrance.
Pressing a kiss to the centre of your forehead Johnny pushes himself into you. His body molding against yours as if you were one. Nestling himself to the hilt he slowly rocks his hips into yours. Your pussy squeezing around his cock even though you’re asleep right now.
He drops his head into the crook of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder, as the steady rhythm of your breathing fills his ears.
His hips roll, dragging his cock against the soft walls of your pussy as he admires the small purple bruise he’s left behind on the crook of your neck. Smiling down at your sleeping form. You look so calm and at peace as he gazes down at you.
His hips rock and stutter before he’s finishing inside of you. Gently lowering himself on top of you, he grasps ahold of your sleeping figure and pulls you with him as he rolls onto his back. Wrapping you up in his big arms, he keeps his cock buried inside of you. Allowing the mess to be a later issue as he too drifts back off into a blissful sleep.
The next part of Simons favourite cam girl will be where things get juicy. I broke it into two parts as it made more sense and it would be a million words long otherwise
It's finally here! I took my time, i know. I do hope that the people that were interested in this series ages ago are still interested.....sorry for making you all wait
I can’t believe it, I can’t fuckin’ believe it. Who would have thought such a pretty little lass would be willin’ to meet me. Better that, who would have thought Si, would be the one to have her all to himself.
It just doesn’t seem fair, Simon, his Lt. a rugged, burly, mountain of a man who can scare people off with just a look, with this perfect, out of this world, woman. How could this have happened?
I was always dashing with the ladies, always a gentleman. I hold doors open. I use my manners. I always show respect. So, what could have possibly gone wrong.
Like she’s the complete opposite of his Lt., thought Soap. All soft and supple, a harsh comparison to Si’s rough edges and intimidating demeanor. They were like rain and shine, a rainbow on a miserable day peaking out to say ‘hello’.
It doesn’t make sense. Yet here he was. Sat across from you both in the cramped living room of the apartment that you rent.
“So….” Says Simon, “What do you want Johnny. You’ve met her, you’ve said your ‘hellos’ and the whole ‘I’m your biggest fan, bullshit’ so what more do you want?” Simon states.
“Si! You forget that you’re also one of my biggest fans. Just because you’re no longer watching through a screen doesn’t mean you should forget yourself.” You say, earning you a glare.
Soap couldn’t help himself but chuckle at the interaction. If anyone on base tried to pull that they’d be running laps for hours, yet you can say what you please and all you get is the cold shoulder for a little bit. Bizarre behaviour.
“Wot you chuckling at?” Says Simon, as tries to hide the fact that he’s sulking.
“Nothin’ nothin’ honest…” Soap says, “ It’s jus-”
“Oh here we go.” Scoffs Simon, as he rolls his eyes.
“Si, can you behave!” You exclaim, as you smack his shoulder with the back of your hand.
“I’m sorry he’s being like this. He’s acting like a child.” You tell Soap, whilst glaring at Simon.
“It’s alright, it's nothing new.” Soap says, “ I guess I’m just struggling with this.” He says, whilst gesturing between the two of you.
“How HE!” Exclaims Soap, whilst pointing at Simon, “Found someone like you! It doesn’t make sense, I’m lovely and lovin’ to women. I’m respectful, I’m polite, I always use my manners and nothin!” He says, throwing his hands up in defeat.
“Oh, honey.” You sigh.
Soap could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat at the use of that nickname.
“I’m sure we can solve this problem.” You tell him, “What’s it like when you take a woman on a date? You take them on dates right?” You ask.
“Oh of course.” Soap nods eagerly at your question, “Dates are important, I know that much.”
“Okay, so tell me what they look like.” You ask.
“Well I make sure we’re going to a nice place, the last thing I’d want is to be responsible for givin’ someone food poisoning, you know.” Soap says, “I like to make sure it’s a place that serves food they like, it’s why I make sure to get to know em.”
“That’s very sweet, Johnny, really. More men should be doing the same.” You say, causing a dusting of blush to creep across Soaps face at the compliment.
“Thank you, I try my hardest.” Soap admits.
“I can tell, and I’m sure it’s appreciated. So, what happens after dinner?”
“Normally we’d then head back to mine or theirs.” Soap says shrugging, “But, I’ve only ever heard from a couple of them after that, they normally don’t talk to me again.” Soap adds.
“Interesting, so maybe it’s something else.” You say, clearly hinting at a certain subject.
“You sayin’ I’m bad at sex” Soap says, raising an eyebrow at the idea.
“I’m not saying you are, but....” You say, “But there could be something there that you know…” You say shrugging at him, in the hopes to soften the blow.
“Are you kiddin’ me?” Soap groans, dropping his head in his hands.
“Hey, it’s okay.” You state, standing from your seat to go sit next to Soap, “It can be fixed.” You say, as you rub your hand up and down his back, hoping to comfort him.
“Can it?” Soap asks, peaking out from behind his hands to look at you.
“Of course.” You say encouragingly, “We’ve just gotta figure out what the problem is.” You shrug, like it’s no big deal.
“You say that, but how does one fix something like this?” Soap asks.
“Easy!” You exclaim, “Simon will show you, won’t you Si?” You say.
a/n: id let soap fuck me even if he needed help, ill help you baby dont worry 😏
Admitting to Ghost that a guys never made you come before
(I am alive. Cannot believe it’s been months since I wrote anything. But I fear I maybe be a bit rusting. But I tried 🤷♀️)
cw: pussy eating, fingering
"Don't worry, mamas. I’ll take care of ya.” Simon grumbles, before grasping your legs and spreading them wide.
Pussy glistening and on full display in the low light of the room, exposed to the hungry eyes of Simon as he marvels over the sight of you spread out for him.
“God, look at you.” Simon tuts, as he descends onto his knees in front of you. His big hands engulf the backs of your thighs, as he pushes them back, folding you in half. Ducking his head down, and out of sight, it’s the feeling of his tongue sliding over your clit that has your mouth falling open and your skin breaking out in goosebumps.
“Did that feel good, baby?” He purrs, coming back up to make eye contact with you. And it's the frantic nodding of your head in agreement that has him chuckling.
“Just needed someone who knows how to please, don’t you?” He questions “You just needed a proper man didn’t you, baby.” He smirks.
“God yes.” You groan in response, as you throw your head back. Happy with your response, Simon disappears back out of view, down between your legs.
His tongue dipping into your entrance is what has your body shuddering and a gasp leaving your mouth. His tongue glides through your slick, coating his tongue, before coming up to play with your clit.
Swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves, Simon takes his time playing with your clit, before coming back down to lap at your entrance. Flattening his tongue against you, he licks a stripe up your pussy, all the way to your clit, coating yourself in your own juices.
“Fuck, you taste good.” Simon groans against you, as he goes back to burying his tongue inside you.
“I-I, fuck.” You stutter, trying to stay relaxed, and not let your mind wonder in the hopes that this will finally be the time. But you can feel your body tensing before you can even stop it, and the feeling of frustration that overcomes you, has all hope leaving your body.
“You gotta relax for me, darlin’.” Simon says, peeking up over the tops of your legs to look at you, whilst tapping at your thigh with his hand.
“I’m sorry.” You sigh, feeling defeated once again at attempting to come, “I just can’t do it.” You admit. For once you actually thought this would be the time that it happened but, i guess this is what happens when you get your hopes up.
“Hey, look at me.” Simon says, “Don’t worry about being able to do it. Let me do it for you.” He says, giving you a reassuring smile.
Securing your legs in place with one hand, instead of the two, Simon circles your entrance with his middle and ring finger before sliding them inside of you. The stretch of his fingers feels good, and it has your focus being brought back into the room instead of wandering.
Curling them inside of you, he hits that spot inside of you that you've only ever been able to hit when using a toy. Pulling them back, Simon pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them so he can hit that sweet spot every time.
“Oh, shit.” You moan, this might actually be it.
“Atta girl, there we go.” Simon coos, before bringing his mouth to your clit. Sucking it into his mouth whilst pumping his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace.
You feel your stomach start to tighten and your eyes start to roll, as you feel that familiar sensation of your orgasm building. The only difference this time is that it’s coming from the hands of a man and not a silicone toy.
His tongue flicks at your clit every time he releases it from his mouth with a pop. The bundle of nerves sensitive with desperation. Desperation for that release that you crave.
And with one last push, you’re coming. Your body shakes with relief, as you gasp in surprise at the fact that this man actually did it.
“Fuck.” You whisper, as you catch your breath.
“I don’t leave women unsatisfied” He says, whilst wiping away the slick from his chin with his jacket sleeve.
“Now let's see if we can get you comin’ on this cock, aye?”
Simon pulling you off his dick mid bouncing, his hands gripping the fat of your hips as he try’s to drag you up towards his face.
“Up, mama” he mutters as his grip tightened trying to get you to just sit on his face. He just wants to feel your soft supple thighs on either side of his head, and your sweet cunt on his mouth. He wants to be surrounded by you. To be engulfed by you and your delicious pussy.
Trying to refuse what he’s asking of you only gets him to beg more, mutter sweet words to you as he continues to pull you up towards his face, just aching for it.
This is something that the two of you haven’t done together yet, but it’s been the only thing that Simon can think of. Your hips rocking back and forth your slick coating his face as he has his tongue buried deep inside you. Making you squirm around on top of him, trying to lift up and away from his teasing tongue. Only making him wrap his arms around your thighs to hold you in place, his strong arms holding you steady with ease whilst he continues his assault on your poor little pussy.
Sometimes he’ll land a light slap to your ass as a warning if you still continue to squirm after he’s contained you with his arms, mumbling something about behaving as he’s sucking your clit into his mouth.
Simon takes great pride in pleasing his woman, it’s probably his biggest turn on to be honest. Seeing you all sweaty with your flushed face and your legs shaking as you try to recover from the 3 orgasm that Simon gave you all in a row.
You wake up to an empty bed one morning after a very eventful night prior. You’re covered in hickeys, sore between the legs, and doubtlessly your hips are going to hurt by evening. Confused and dismayed you text Simon, who doesn’t answer. His hoodie, mask, and phone are all gone. For a desperate moment you think he’s been called on assignment, or even worse: left entirely.
When he finally comes home a few hours later, you demand to know where he’s been. Wordlessly, he pulls his shirt over his head and points to a new tattoo on his shoulder:
cw: cam girl, fake cock, penetration, male masturbation
(This ones kinda long but I'm thinking of doing a part two where Simon is actually present for one of the lives and she fucks him instead of a toy, what do you guys think of that?)
Simon's favourite time of day is when he finally clocks off from his shift and he gets to go home in time for your evening live. Propped up in bed with his cock already chubbed up in his jeans at the sight of your pretty little face filling up his laptop screen, as you sit there in the matching pink lace set Simon had sent to your P.O box recently.
“There’s my favourite viewer.” You sing-song down the microphone with the biggest, brightest smile on your face at the sight of Simon’s account joining the live. Simon can't help but smile a little at the way your demeanor changes when you realise he’s joined, it makes Simon feel as if there's a form of connection between the two of you.
Simon’s quick to send a message into the chat at your acknowledgement of his presence.
“Well don't you look cute, luvie. I’m glad it fits you properly<3”
Simon discovered your account when you were just starting out, barely getting over 50 viewers per live, but Simon joined every single one. Sending tips to support you, typing messages into your live chat throughout the whole session, and when you opened your P.O box Simon would spoil you with gifts every time he received his paycheck, earning him a private message containing a cute little thank you ending with a heart every time.
“It fits perfectly, thank you.” You giggle, giving the camera a little spin making sure to wiggle your ass slightly to show off how well the lace hugs you before facing the front again.
“Anyway, anyway enough messing around.” You chuckle whilst waving your hands, as if brushing away the previous events. “I have a fun new toy for us to try out together.” You say with a smirk on your face as you quickly go off camera, to then reappear with what looks to be a form of silicone cock.
“One of you guys sent me this, and it’s absolutely massive. Look at it.” You remark, as you hold the fake cock up to your face as a comparison. It was massive, bigger than anything Simon’s ever seen you use. But in all honesty from where Simon is sitting it’s not much bigger than his actual dick, that’s currently rock hard and straining against the denim of his jeans as he waits for the real show to begin.
“But we’re gonna give it a go, you’ll just have to be patient as this is much bigger than what I'm used to, okay everyone are we ready?” You exclaim, batting your eyelashes at the camera before giving them your signature smile. The live chat is soon spilling in new messages every second, of everyone expressing their excitement towards today's toy.
Simon’s quick to release his cock from the confinements of his jeans allowing it to spring free and slap against his stomach. His tip is red and throbbing as it leaks with pearls of pre cum twitching in anticipation, as he watches you spit in your palm to start working it onto the fake cock. Laying down onto your back you pull the pretty pink panties to the side allowing the camera to get a clear view of your soaked core, before aligning the fake cock up with your sopping entrance.
“Here we go.” You exclaim, giving the camera one last smile before attempting to push the cock inside of you. It barely moves, with only the tip disappearing inside of you before it won’t go any more. So you start working the tip in and out your tight little entrance coating the silicone in your arousal. And ever so slowly, inch by inch more of the fake cock disappears inside of you until you reach the flared base.
“Ta-da! We got there in the end.” You giggle, as you work the cock in and out of your tight wet pussy. The sight of you fucking yourself has Simon fisting his poor cock wishing it was him stuffing you full, as he pumps his cock.
The lewd sounds of you pussy pulling the fake cock back inside of you fills the room as you ram it deep with every thrust. Your gasps and moans filter out through the laptop speakers, as Simon fists his fat cock. The sound of your sweet sweet noises has him cursing under his breath as he leaks fat glops of pre cum over and over again.
“Oh..fuck, you guys. I’m so fucking full right now.” You moan, your chest panting and you try to catch your breath.
“God! I’m not gonna last much longer, guys.” You say, pumping the cock in and out of yourself.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, as your thighs begin to shake as you clamp down on the fake dick, your body jerking as you gush and squirt around the silicone coating it in your creamy slick. The sight of your release coating the fake cock and the sheets underneath you has Simon spurting thick hot ropes of cum all over his chest.
“Fuck.” You pant, as you lay still on the bed tryna catch your breath.
“Thank you to whoever sent me this, I'll definitely use it again.” You chuckle, sitting yourself up to look at the camera again giving it a smile. Slowly viewers started to trickle out, until only a few remained allowing Simon to finally talk to you.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, you did so good takin’ that cock, you made me cum all over myself, luvie<3”
“Why thank you, it was a challenge.” You confessed.
“Maybe some practice on a proper cock would make next time easier, doll<3”
“Maybe you’re right.” You smirk “Is this you offering?” You question.
John “Breeding Kink” Price who finds out you don’t use condoms and has the one single goal of knocking you up and leaving you with the baby. He goes hard, deep, unrelenting, every position, every surface, multiple times a day. It’s about impregnation. About ownership. About planting something so deep inside you that you can never shake him. Not even if you tried.
He watches your body like a hawk. Tracks your cycle. Fucks you stupid the week you’re ovulating, dripping possessiveness every time he spills cum deep inside you. Doesn’t stop even when you’re shaking, overstimulated, dazed and bruised from the intensity of it all.
And every time your period comes on time, like clockwork, his eyes get darker. His thrusts rougher. His grip bruising. He mutters curses under his breath, things like “Useless little cunt,” and “You better hold onto it this time,” while forcing his cock as deep as he can go, grinding slow just to flood you with another load. When he pulls out and watches it leak, he shoves it back in with his fingers, murmuring things like “not wasting a drop, sweetheart” or “c’mon, take it all.”
He starts keeping you in bed longer. Legs up, hips tilted, cock still twitching inside you even after he’s emptied everything he’s got. All in a desperate, obsessive attempt to make it take.
Vs.
You, who saw through his game from the very beginning. You, who never told him your tubes were tied years ago, because honestly? The dick is spectacular and watching him lose his mind trying to breed a body that can’t be bred is just icing on the cake.
The camera is all set, the lens pointing towards the bed. The ring light beams down onto the space, illuminating the area allowing the camera to focus. Your laptop is open with the live feed ready to go.The chat to the right of the screen is now empty, but will soon be flooded with comments from your beloved fans.
And for the piece of resistance, Simon.
He sits in the middle of the bed, frowning at you as you secure the knots on the ropes keeping his wrists at bay.
“Do we have to do this?” Simon groans, pulling at the rope that binds his wrists to the bed posts. They won’t budge, and he knows they won’t. As he’s the one that taught you how to tie a proper knot.
“Yes, Si. It’ll be good I promise.” You say, giving him a reassuring smile as you pull back from the ropes and straddle his waist.
His chest is bare underneath you, his skin firm and toned against yours. And with the light dusting of hair on his chest and the happy trail that disappears under the waist band of his combat trousers. You could eat him right here, right now.
He’s like some sort of Greek god as you marvel at the effect the lights are having on his body, highlighting every dip and curve, they accentuate the sheer muscle Simon packs.
And don’t even get me started on his arms, big and beefy as they bulge when he tugs at the ropes. God, you could drool all over them. And you have, and most definitely will again.
“You’ll have your mask on, it’ll be fine,” You say, before pulling his mask onto his head and down over his face, “And stop pouting.” You add, earning you a growl in response.
Climbing off of Simon, you position yourself in front of the camera. Blocking Simon from view as you want it to be a surprise for your viewers. Once ready you hit the start button, watching and waiting for people to begin joining.
“Hi everyone!” You exclaim once a sufficient amount has entered, “I’ve got us all a very special treat tonight.” You giggle.
“Now, I hope you’re all excited, as it took a lot of convincing to get him to agree.” You state, before moving yourself out of view so that Simon comes into the frame.
From behind the mask, his eyes glare daggers at the camera whilst he sits, bound to your bed.
He’s gorgeous, at least you think so. And the chat certainly likes what they see with the way it’s filled with responses.
“I told you they’d like it.” You say, beaming at Simon.
“He’s not very happy with me, guys. So we’ve gotta get a move on.” You chuckle, unable to stop the laughter that seems to be bubbling out of you, as you glance back at the camera.
Running your hands up the expanse of his thighs, you take your time, making your way up to his waistband of his combats. You decided that the combats should be the only thing that stays on for the duration of the stream. Besides the mask obviously.
As a few days ago when you streamed Simon bending you over the desk and fucking you with all his gear on, your fans loved it. Mainly because he still wore his gear.
So to add to the experience you kept the combats on.
Even though you’d just started touching him, there was already a slight bulge forming underneath the material of his trousers. Causing you to smirk up at him.
“See, it’s not that bad is it.” You whisper up at him. The narrowing of his eyes behind his mask is all the response you get.
“Oh stop your frowning” You coo at him whilst unbuckling the clasp of his belt. Unpopping the button on his trousers and pulling the zipper down you run your hand over his covered hard on.
Simon’s boxers are the only thing between you and his cock, but you want to take your time with him after all it wouldn’t make a very good edging stream otherwise.
Placing your open mouth against his clothed cock, you let your tongue drag over the cotton fabric. Dampening the material, you press open mouth kisses against his erection, all whilst letting your saliva coat and spread over the thin material that is Simon’s boxers.
A grunt and a buck of his hips is all the reaction you get out of Simon. But, it’s good enough for you, as his cock lays rock hard underneath his boxers. Firm and tall as jerks and twitches.
Pulling his waistband down, just a smidge, you free the head of his cock. And only the head of his cock. It leaks precum as it sits pressed between Simon’s lower abdomen and the elastic of his boxers.
Running finger back and forth over the slit, you throw the camera a knowing smile from over your shoulder before taking the tip of his dick into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the head you give it one firm, hard suck, earning you a hiss from Simon.
Releasing it with a ‘popping’ sound, you trace your tongue along and around the slit of his cock. All whilst maintaining eye contact with Simon. You want him to see, you want him to watch the way your tongue glides over him. How your tongue coats itself in his precum, letting the fluid paint your tastebuds.
Simon’s head rolls back, hitting the head board with a dull ‘thud’. His eyes are pinched tightly shut, as his chest starts to heave.
Removing your touch entirely you turn around, putting your back to Simon so you can talk to the camera. From the corner of your eye you can see his cock twitching, and hips rising, desperate for some friction against his poor cock.
The head board creaks as Simon pulls at his restraints, the ropes binding him strains against his wrists as he tries to slip his wrists free.
“If you break my bed I won't be happy with you.” You state, throwing a glare at Simon from over your shoulder before hovering your palm over the head of his cock.
Instantly his hips jerk upwards, and he grinds the weeping tip of his dick into your open hand. But with each thrust of his hips you raise your hand ever so slightly, causing Simon to raise his hip each time. Just so he can chase after that slight relief.
By the end of it Simon’s body has formed a perfect arch against the bed, his back having arched as far as it can go just so he fuck his tip into your hand. It just goes to show what lengths a person will go to when you deprive them of what they really want.
As the big bad military man is laid, arched and rutting into you open hand as he pinches his eyes shut in desperation.
His body soon slumps back onto the bed once you remove your hand out of reach. A slight whine escaping from him as he lays there panting.
“Oh dear, you poor, poor boy,” You coo, laying yourself down next to him now, “How desperate for it are you, baby?” You purr into his ear.
Turning to look at you, his eyes blown wide as he stares you down, the quietest, most breathless, most whiniest ‘please’ leaves his mouth. Just loud enough for you to hear over the pants of his chest.
“Only because you asked so nicely.” You whisper back, before propping yourself up with one hand, and then using the other to free his cock fully from the confinements of his boxers.
His dick springs free, tall and hard, standing up right all whilst precum continues to ooze from his tip. Grasping it in your hand, you work his cock up and down. Using the endless amounts of precum as a lubricant.
Your palm glides over his cock easily, as you tighten your grip making sure to squeeze every now and then when you get to the base. Simon’s hips drive into your hand as he pistons his hips in time with your strokes.
His legs are shaking, his chest is heaving as he desperately chases after your touch, pleading for more. Sweat slicks his arms and chest, as he writhes next to you. His body all wound up tight with pressure as you bring him closer to his release.
However, when the faintest gasp is heard escaping his lips and his body trembles, you let go. Stopping all pleasure just like that. And you swear you hear Simon cry out.
“You’re killin’ me, love” Simon whimpers, just loud enough for you to hear. And you can't help but smile at him, at the desperate and pathetic state you’ve degraded him to. And you must admit, it feels good seeing him like this.
You’re absolutely soaked but this stream wasn’t about you. It was about giving Simon the best orgasm of his life. By making him work for it.
Bring your mouth down to his chest, you stick your tongue out and circle one of his nipples, making sure to give it a little nip. His skin pebbles with goosebumps instantly, little bumps littering his skin all over.
And the groan that leaves his mouth is like music to your ears.
“Please,” He whines, “Please. Baby. Please.” He bit out, his tone taking a turn, as he makes a point of emphasising each word.
Your hand comes back around his cock, in reaction to his ‘begging’ if you wanna call it that. His hips snap up immediately, the roll of his hips starting up again.
His cock jerks in your grip. The head, red and swollen as it throbs. He was close, so very close. And you considered letting go again just to see what would happen. But when another whimper emerged from Simon, you couldn’t help but give in.
Tightening your grip and picking up your pace you work Simon’s cock until orgasm this time. Until his leg shook and his core tightened. Until his eyes squeezed shut and his body physically jerked when thick white spurts of cum shot out all over your hand.
It was beautiful. Watching him come undone in such a way that he couldn’t even function properly.
Saying a quick goodbye to the chat and ending the stream, you make quick work of undoing Simon’s restraints. His arms drop down and his shoulders sag with relief.
“You’re in for it once I catch my breath.” He pants whilst pointing at you with his index finger.
