James closes his apartment door behind him and slouches inside. Without making the effort to look, he drops his sweat-drenched shirt onto the couch. Work today at the grocery store was, as so often, exhausting. All he wants now is to forget about boxes and trucks and price tags. He takes off his shoes mid-walk on the way to the fridge, grabs a cold can of coke from inside and heads back to the couch. The cold drink numbs his tongue. He welcomes the feeling as he stares into space. A few sips and minutes lazying on the couch later, the aching in his bones has lessened somewhat and he turns on the TV, switching from channel to channel without much interest.
His glance turns towards his computer, standing in a little corner at the far end of his living room. The bulge in his pants twitches. He looks back to the TV and tries to keep his mind on the news reports, the sitcoms, and some sappy romantic comedy movie starring yet another up-and-coming, cute, blonde actress being swooned over by yet another unoffensive, well-mannered actor. After a few minutes, he sighs and decides to spare himself this useless charade. He heads over to the PC, puts the coke can right beside the keyboard, and waits for the PC to boot up. Then he opens his browser and clicks on the only bookmark.
"Welcome, handsome stranger" reads the title of the website that opens up. Pictures of women in various states of undress pose around words like "XXX" and "Hot" over a button reading "Click here if you are over the age of 18." James clicks the button. A large list of little squares opens up before him. In each one of them, young girls masturbate with frenzied expressions on their faces, couples go at it Doggystyle, gay men with chiseled chests of greek antique statues lounge on couches, and groups of several girls - who may or may not be lesbian - stand around awkwardly in a small room and kiss each other on occasion.
James pays these squares no mind. He types a name into the search bar ("YumKitten2") and presses "Enter." The website returns a single square as result. Underneath it, in a small font, reads "Online." "They already started," thinks James and feels his heart begin to pound. He clicks the square.
The first thing that loads is a chat window. "your tits are the best honey, very pretty" reads a message. "mmm baby keep shaking those hips" reads the next. Then, the message "bad boys have gifted 70 tokens" appears in a different color than the previous messages. The video feed finally loads. A perfectly shaped and shaven pussy twitches close up right before the camera. Little drips of wetness run down the equally perfect thighs and leave little wet streaks that shine in the light of the sun that must be streaming in from a window behind the camera.
James knows those thighs. He knows what the texture of that shiny, wet skin feels like against his fingertips. He knows what those little drips of wetness taste like. Just a year ago, this pussy wasn't dripping for thousands of people on the Internet, but for his tongue. He watches the feed of his ex-girlfriend, who had broken up with him about a year ago and left a hole in James' heart that he knew he could never fill again. He watches this pussy drip for a sea of thousands of strangers, of which he is nothing but yet another number. And yet, he can't stop loving her.
Or watching her, for that matter. One of his hands moves down his body and strokes his erection through his pants, which it is straining by now. He watches the little motions of that cute pussy, back and forth, left and right, swaying here and there, with the focus of somebody in a trance. The world around him fades away. In his mind, nothing matters anymore but the soft curves of her pubic mound. That little shadow underneath her hip bones. That little twirl she does on one foot before she sticks her butt out at the camera. And the droplets of wetness that appear from between her pussy lips, then run down that colorful little toy that vibrates inside of her whenever someone gifts her a certain amount of so called "tokens," a currency that has to be bought with real money. Thousands of horny men ("and women?" James wonders for just a moment, before returning his full attention to her wet pussy lips) earn her a little money with every vibration of that electric toy. And she repays each of them with a cute, little moan.
James unzips his pants and takes out his cock. All traces of pride and shame have been forgotten in the face of this slender body dancing and wiggling and teasing and shaking for him and thousands of other strangers. He wraps his hand around all of his 3 inches and begins to masturbate. His other hand moves up to the mouse of the computer.
Despite doing so with his non-dominant hand, he moves the mouse with the skill and aim he was afforded by years of practice while masturbating to porn at his computer. He clicks a little button and the website prompts him to enter a number. "You have 200 tokens remaining," tells him the website. He presses the numbers "4" and "0," clicks on "Confirm" and watches the video-feed with intense focus. A message appears in the chat window saying "sadjim123 has gifted 40 tokens."
The nude, slender figure comes closer to the camera, still wiggling and shaking to the relaxing RnB beats of a song playing in the background. Suddenly, her pussy twitches and a short, quiet moan is heard. A big drop of precum appears on the tip of James' cock after it twitches, too. This was his vibration. This was something he did. He brought her that pleasure. He was the one who brought out that girlish moan from between her lips.
An intense, erotic rush makes him feel dizzy with lust. He wants to do it again. His hand reaches for the mouse once more. But tokens aren't cheap, he knows. Individually, they may only cost a couple of cents. But even thirty of them only allow for a very short and light vibration. And then, there are those other people. The quiet moan he just gave her looks pathetic already now as her pussy lips begin to quiver and a long, drawn-out moan blares from James' speakers. "jackisback7 has gifted 100 tokens" says the chat. His ex-girlfriend, the girl he loves, topples over and falls onto a comfortable-looking bed, her butt sticking into the air and her pussy dripping several fresh drops of liquid onto the white blanket below her. James stares at her reaction of pleasure, unsure of whether to focus on the white hot rage he feels at some stranger having done this to the girl he loves, or to be aroused beyond belief by this feminine figure of wide hips, slender waist and porcelain skin writhing in lewd ecstasy on her angelic bed of feathery blankets.
He decides to keep masturbating and not to think so much about the other people. With her still lying on the bed in this lewd position, he imagines himself mounting her from behind, his cock thrusting into her up to the hilt, grabbing her hips so hard that he leaves behind red marks in the form of his hands.
He opens the little window and is asked for a number again. This time, it will be 150. Screw it, right? What's some money anyways. All that matters is her reaction. Her gasps of pleasure. Her gasping for him, not for anybody else. Not for jackisback7. Not for badboyx. Fuck them. Fuck all these faceless, horny losers. He's not like any of them. This girl is his, and so will be her next orgasm. His token-counter shrinks to 10 as he presses "Confirm."
A noise rings through his speakers. The girl suddenly gets up from the bed and gracelessly pulls the little vibrator out of her pussy and throws it onto the bed while leaving the room. Faintly in the distance, the sound of the vibrator wiggling against the blanket can be heard. James shouts at his computer screen in frustration. Why did she have to run off now?
He waits, cock still in hand and pouting. Her video-feed didn't go offline, which means she will be back. As he waits, his cock slowly deflates to an even smaller size. With his fist wrapped around it, he can't see it anymore at all. He sighs and reads the chat, not so much out of curiosity but out of boredom. Several of the people chatting he recognizes as regulars. She started this video-feed soon after breaking up with him. Since then, she has accumulated a large and devoted fanbase, always eager to shower her in attention and compliments and, most importantly, money. Some of them developed such a liking for her as to keep returning with large quantities of tokens to gift her - most likely profoundly lonely, but also profoundly rich individuals. James hates them. They on the other hand don't even know that James exists.
His eyes are drawn back to the video-feed. His ex-girlfriend comes back into view, but this time clutching a black hand. It was Terrell, James knew instantly. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Terrell is her new boyfriend. In the last few phone calls James ever had with her, she swore that she met Terrell at a party right after leaving him. But he always had the suspicion that she not only knew Terrell before the breakup, but that he might even have played a part in it.
She addresses the chat. "Hey guys! Today is a totally special day cause I brought my boyfriend over so now we can all have fun together, so be nice to him everyone and enjoyyy!" She says with a big, bright smile on her face.
James sits in his chair with his mouth open. He knows she has talked about this idea on earlier video-feeds, but somehow it still comes as a shock to him. She talked about how solo girls are obviously very popular on this website, but that couples are as well, and that she intends to try that at some point in the future. She said she was doing it for her fans. But he figures she was doing it for the money.
His ex-girlfriend meanwhile sits on the bed and unzips Terrell's pants, who stands next to the bed. It's only now that James can get a good look at her face. The face of an angel, he thinks to himself. So soft and feminine. Her face is neither that of an innocent girl who is ******* of how her cuteness drives the men around her wild, nor the face of a Mistress who knowingly uses her sexual appeal to amuse herself and manipulate others. In her face, those two extremes are perfectly balanced. She makes you want to hold her gently as she falls asleep just as much as she makes you want to roughly thrust your cock into her while you whisper obscenities into her ear.
Now, that face looks up at Terrell's face while her tongue swirls around the tip of his huge, black cock. The people in the chat cheer them on as the two make themselves comfortable on the bed. She grabs the electric sex toy and spreads her legs. James watches the toy slowly disappear inside of her.
Terrell leans towards the camera and presses a few buttons on an unseen keyboard. The camera zooms into his eye. He gets back on the bed and begins to mount her. The camera is perfectly centered on her pussy as his big cock slides into it. As Terrell begins to move back and forth, she starts moaning in that cute voice of hers.
Despite the mix of emotions now surging through James, his hand begins to move again. The sight of a big, strong cock invading this cute pussy makes him want to play with himself as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Slowly the arousal numbs the negative feelings, as if it was soothing cream healing the wound left behind by her abandoning him.
Perhaps these other feelings even add spice to the sweetness of his pleasure, like that dash of sugar in a savoury meal. He doesn't think about it when his hand moves to the mouse and sends the remaining 10 tokens to her. The spectacle has already attracted even more people now, who celebrate this unique occasion with a shower of tokens. As Terrell thrusts his cock into her, the toy vibrates over and over against her pussy and Terrell's cock.
James does not even care that the tiny vibration created by his measly 10 tokens is entirely drowned out by many, far stronger vibrations as people throw hundreds of dollars at her in the form of tokens. He simply clicks a different button this time, one that opens a little window that asks him how much of his money he wants to exchange for tokens. Not wanting to miss even a second of the video-feed, he quickly glances over at the window and enters the first number that pops into his mind, which is the amount he makes in a month at his job in the grocery store. He presses "Confirm." A little noise indicates that he once again has tokens to spend.
He looks back over at his ex-girlfriend. Thanks to the onslaught of vibrations and the size and strength of Terrell's cock, her pussy now drips constantly. Her moans have turned from cute to desperate, the noises of an animal in heat, eager to be bred. James rubs himself faster with one hand as his other starts throwing increasing amounts of tokens at her. The more he spends, the more he feels aroused. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that the vibrations he pays for stimulate Terrell as much as they do his ex-girlfriend. He doesn't care either way. Anything he knows now is the pleasure that fills his mind and body. He must spend more... more... more! He enters the full amount of tokens in his possession and presses "Confirm." Her moaning turns into a lustful shriek as her pussy starts twitching wildly. Terrell lets out a deep, animalistic groan. His balls visibly tense up and his thrust become slow and deep. As Terrell's cum floods her pussy, James gives his 3-inch penis one last rub and cums onto his pants.
He sits there for a while in a state of utter bliss. In the background, faintly, he can hear his ex-girlfriend thank her chat for all the tokens and telling them that Terrell will be a regular part of her video-feeds from now on.
He opens one eye and stares, still in a blissful daze, at the token counter in the corner. "0" it reads. "Guess I'll be working a lot harder from now on," he says and smirks somewhat ironically, "I'm gonna get those tokens. I'm gonna get them for you. Just for you, my love."
THE END
His glance turns towards his computer, standing in a little corner at the far end of his living room. The bulge in his pants twitches. He looks back to the TV and tries to keep his mind on the news reports, the sitcoms, and some sappy romantic comedy movie starring yet another up-and-coming, cute, blonde actress being swooned over by yet another unoffensive, well-mannered actor. After a few minutes, he sighs and decides to spare himself this useless charade. He heads over to the PC, puts the coke can right beside the keyboard, and waits for the PC to boot up. Then he opens his browser and clicks on the only bookmark.
"Welcome, handsome stranger" reads the title of the website that opens up. Pictures of women in various states of undress pose around words like "XXX" and "Hot" over a button reading "Click here if you are over the age of 18." James clicks the button. A large list of little squares opens up before him. In each one of them, young girls masturbate with frenzied expressions on their faces, couples go at it Doggystyle, gay men with chiseled chests of greek antique statues lounge on couches, and groups of several girls - who may or may not be lesbian - stand around awkwardly in a small room and kiss each other on occasion.
James pays these squares no mind. He types a name into the search bar ("YumKitten2") and presses "Enter." The website returns a single square as result. Underneath it, in a small font, reads "Online." "They already started," thinks James and feels his heart begin to pound. He clicks the square.
The first thing that loads is a chat window. "your tits are the best honey, very pretty" reads a message. "mmm baby keep shaking those hips" reads the next. Then, the message "bad boys have gifted 70 tokens" appears in a different color than the previous messages. The video feed finally loads. A perfectly shaped and shaven pussy twitches close up right before the camera. Little drips of wetness run down the equally perfect thighs and leave little wet streaks that shine in the light of the sun that must be streaming in from a window behind the camera.
James knows those thighs. He knows what the texture of that shiny, wet skin feels like against his fingertips. He knows what those little drips of wetness taste like. Just a year ago, this pussy wasn't dripping for thousands of people on the Internet, but for his tongue. He watches the feed of his ex-girlfriend, who had broken up with him about a year ago and left a hole in James' heart that he knew he could never fill again. He watches this pussy drip for a sea of thousands of strangers, of which he is nothing but yet another number. And yet, he can't stop loving her.
Or watching her, for that matter. One of his hands moves down his body and strokes his erection through his pants, which it is straining by now. He watches the little motions of that cute pussy, back and forth, left and right, swaying here and there, with the focus of somebody in a trance. The world around him fades away. In his mind, nothing matters anymore but the soft curves of her pubic mound. That little shadow underneath her hip bones. That little twirl she does on one foot before she sticks her butt out at the camera. And the droplets of wetness that appear from between her pussy lips, then run down that colorful little toy that vibrates inside of her whenever someone gifts her a certain amount of so called "tokens," a currency that has to be bought with real money. Thousands of horny men ("and women?" James wonders for just a moment, before returning his full attention to her wet pussy lips) earn her a little money with every vibration of that electric toy. And she repays each of them with a cute, little moan.
James unzips his pants and takes out his cock. All traces of pride and shame have been forgotten in the face of this slender body dancing and wiggling and teasing and shaking for him and thousands of other strangers. He wraps his hand around all of his 3 inches and begins to masturbate. His other hand moves up to the mouse of the computer.
Despite doing so with his non-dominant hand, he moves the mouse with the skill and aim he was afforded by years of practice while masturbating to porn at his computer. He clicks a little button and the website prompts him to enter a number. "You have 200 tokens remaining," tells him the website. He presses the numbers "4" and "0," clicks on "Confirm" and watches the video-feed with intense focus. A message appears in the chat window saying "sadjim123 has gifted 40 tokens."
The nude, slender figure comes closer to the camera, still wiggling and shaking to the relaxing RnB beats of a song playing in the background. Suddenly, her pussy twitches and a short, quiet moan is heard. A big drop of precum appears on the tip of James' cock after it twitches, too. This was his vibration. This was something he did. He brought her that pleasure. He was the one who brought out that girlish moan from between her lips.
An intense, erotic rush makes him feel dizzy with lust. He wants to do it again. His hand reaches for the mouse once more. But tokens aren't cheap, he knows. Individually, they may only cost a couple of cents. But even thirty of them only allow for a very short and light vibration. And then, there are those other people. The quiet moan he just gave her looks pathetic already now as her pussy lips begin to quiver and a long, drawn-out moan blares from James' speakers. "jackisback7 has gifted 100 tokens" says the chat. His ex-girlfriend, the girl he loves, topples over and falls onto a comfortable-looking bed, her butt sticking into the air and her pussy dripping several fresh drops of liquid onto the white blanket below her. James stares at her reaction of pleasure, unsure of whether to focus on the white hot rage he feels at some stranger having done this to the girl he loves, or to be aroused beyond belief by this feminine figure of wide hips, slender waist and porcelain skin writhing in lewd ecstasy on her angelic bed of feathery blankets.
He decides to keep masturbating and not to think so much about the other people. With her still lying on the bed in this lewd position, he imagines himself mounting her from behind, his cock thrusting into her up to the hilt, grabbing her hips so hard that he leaves behind red marks in the form of his hands.
He opens the little window and is asked for a number again. This time, it will be 150. Screw it, right? What's some money anyways. All that matters is her reaction. Her gasps of pleasure. Her gasping for him, not for anybody else. Not for jackisback7. Not for badboyx. Fuck them. Fuck all these faceless, horny losers. He's not like any of them. This girl is his, and so will be her next orgasm. His token-counter shrinks to 10 as he presses "Confirm."
A noise rings through his speakers. The girl suddenly gets up from the bed and gracelessly pulls the little vibrator out of her pussy and throws it onto the bed while leaving the room. Faintly in the distance, the sound of the vibrator wiggling against the blanket can be heard. James shouts at his computer screen in frustration. Why did she have to run off now?
He waits, cock still in hand and pouting. Her video-feed didn't go offline, which means she will be back. As he waits, his cock slowly deflates to an even smaller size. With his fist wrapped around it, he can't see it anymore at all. He sighs and reads the chat, not so much out of curiosity but out of boredom. Several of the people chatting he recognizes as regulars. She started this video-feed soon after breaking up with him. Since then, she has accumulated a large and devoted fanbase, always eager to shower her in attention and compliments and, most importantly, money. Some of them developed such a liking for her as to keep returning with large quantities of tokens to gift her - most likely profoundly lonely, but also profoundly rich individuals. James hates them. They on the other hand don't even know that James exists.
His eyes are drawn back to the video-feed. His ex-girlfriend comes back into view, but this time clutching a black hand. It was Terrell, James knew instantly. He takes a deep breath to calm himself. Terrell is her new boyfriend. In the last few phone calls James ever had with her, she swore that she met Terrell at a party right after leaving him. But he always had the suspicion that she not only knew Terrell before the breakup, but that he might even have played a part in it.
She addresses the chat. "Hey guys! Today is a totally special day cause I brought my boyfriend over so now we can all have fun together, so be nice to him everyone and enjoyyy!" She says with a big, bright smile on her face.
James sits in his chair with his mouth open. He knows she has talked about this idea on earlier video-feeds, but somehow it still comes as a shock to him. She talked about how solo girls are obviously very popular on this website, but that couples are as well, and that she intends to try that at some point in the future. She said she was doing it for her fans. But he figures she was doing it for the money.
His ex-girlfriend meanwhile sits on the bed and unzips Terrell's pants, who stands next to the bed. It's only now that James can get a good look at her face. The face of an angel, he thinks to himself. So soft and feminine. Her face is neither that of an innocent girl who is ******* of how her cuteness drives the men around her wild, nor the face of a Mistress who knowingly uses her sexual appeal to amuse herself and manipulate others. In her face, those two extremes are perfectly balanced. She makes you want to hold her gently as she falls asleep just as much as she makes you want to roughly thrust your cock into her while you whisper obscenities into her ear.
Now, that face looks up at Terrell's face while her tongue swirls around the tip of his huge, black cock. The people in the chat cheer them on as the two make themselves comfortable on the bed. She grabs the electric sex toy and spreads her legs. James watches the toy slowly disappear inside of her.
Terrell leans towards the camera and presses a few buttons on an unseen keyboard. The camera zooms into his eye. He gets back on the bed and begins to mount her. The camera is perfectly centered on her pussy as his big cock slides into it. As Terrell begins to move back and forth, she starts moaning in that cute voice of hers.
Despite the mix of emotions now surging through James, his hand begins to move again. The sight of a big, strong cock invading this cute pussy makes him want to play with himself as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Slowly the arousal numbs the negative feelings, as if it was soothing cream healing the wound left behind by her abandoning him.
Perhaps these other feelings even add spice to the sweetness of his pleasure, like that dash of sugar in a savoury meal. He doesn't think about it when his hand moves to the mouse and sends the remaining 10 tokens to her. The spectacle has already attracted even more people now, who celebrate this unique occasion with a shower of tokens. As Terrell thrusts his cock into her, the toy vibrates over and over against her pussy and Terrell's cock.
James does not even care that the tiny vibration created by his measly 10 tokens is entirely drowned out by many, far stronger vibrations as people throw hundreds of dollars at her in the form of tokens. He simply clicks a different button this time, one that opens a little window that asks him how much of his money he wants to exchange for tokens. Not wanting to miss even a second of the video-feed, he quickly glances over at the window and enters the first number that pops into his mind, which is the amount he makes in a month at his job in the grocery store. He presses "Confirm." A little noise indicates that he once again has tokens to spend.
He looks back over at his ex-girlfriend. Thanks to the onslaught of vibrations and the size and strength of Terrell's cock, her pussy now drips constantly. Her moans have turned from cute to desperate, the noises of an animal in heat, eager to be bred. James rubs himself faster with one hand as his other starts throwing increasing amounts of tokens at her. The more he spends, the more he feels aroused. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows that the vibrations he pays for stimulate Terrell as much as they do his ex-girlfriend. He doesn't care either way. Anything he knows now is the pleasure that fills his mind and body. He must spend more... more... more! He enters the full amount of tokens in his possession and presses "Confirm." Her moaning turns into a lustful shriek as her pussy starts twitching wildly. Terrell lets out a deep, animalistic groan. His balls visibly tense up and his thrust become slow and deep. As Terrell's cum floods her pussy, James gives his 3-inch penis one last rub and cums onto his pants.
He sits there for a while in a state of utter bliss. In the background, faintly, he can hear his ex-girlfriend thank her chat for all the tokens and telling them that Terrell will be a regular part of her video-feeds from now on.
He opens one eye and stares, still in a blissful daze, at the token counter in the corner. "0" it reads. "Guess I'll be working a lot harder from now on," he says and smirks somewhat ironically, "I'm gonna get those tokens. I'm gonna get them for you. Just for you, my love."
THE END
