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By (user no longer on site) OP 37 weeks ago

Last story thread filled up, so I will continue it here!!

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

His Room — 11:44 PM

The sound nearly ripped him apart.

Her voice — raw, wild, screaming his name — filled his headphones, the camera shaking as her body thrashed under the toy’s brutal rhythm. He froze mid-stroke, cock dripping in his fist, his whole body stiffening like prey caught in headlights.

“Fuck…” he whispered, half-prayer, half-curse.

She’d said it. Not just moaned. Not whispered in some generic way. She’d screamed his name.

It seared through him, hotter than any porn, sharper than any fantasy he’d ever dared jerk off to. He’d paid for the toy, sure — but this… this was different. This was personal.

He squeezed himself harder, precum slicking his knuckles, his wrist snapping with frantic strokes as if he could keep up with the chaos he was watching.

She’d given him that moment. That sound. That truth.

But then came her words — taunting, cruel, dripping with control.

“You want me to take this mask off? Then you’d better make me beg for it.”

He groaned, slamming his head back against the chair, teeth gritted as his cock twitched violently in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” he hissed, the room spinning. “You’re killing me.”

The urge to shout her name — the real one he thought he knew — bubbled in his throat, but he bit it back, biting his lip until it bled. Upstairs, his wife lay asleep. His kids. His whole life balanced on a knife edge… and here he was, ready to set fire to it all for the chance to see behind that mask.

He leaned in toward the camera, stroking harder now, letting her see every inch of him, his voice breaking into a desperate growl.

“What do I have to do?”

His hips bucked helplessly into his fist, precum smearing his belly.

“Tell me,” he pleaded, sweat dripping down his temples. “Tell me what you want, and it’s yours. Anything. Just… show me.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

Her Room — 11:46 PM

She wiped the sweat from her chest with trembling fingers, smearing her wetness higher, deliberately slow, letting him watch every second of the glisten across her skin.

His face on the screen — wrecked, desperate, stroking himself with abandon — made her pulse clench with wicked satisfaction.

He wanted the mask off?

Good.

She was going to make him bleed for it.

She leaned closer to the lens, her breasts heavy and flushed, voice low and commanding, almost purring through her ragged breath.

“Anything?” she echoed, her smirk curling under the mask. “Don’t tempt me, baby… because I’ll take everything you’ve got.”

Her hand slid between her thighs again, teasing the slick entrance where the toy had just ravaged her, dipping just enough to make her moan. Then she stopped, her finger poised, still glistening.

“Show me how far you’ll go.”

She tilted her head, watching him stroke, watching his body shudder like a marionette caught in her grip.

“I don’t want just money,” she whispered, pressing her wet finger to her lips and sucking it, moaning softly as her eyes bored into the camera. “I want something real.”

She licked her lips slowly, deliberately, making sure he saw her tongue glisten.

“Tell me the dirtiest, most fucked-up thing you’ve ever done… or wanted to do.” Her hips rocked subtly, just enough to make him ache. “And don’t hold back. If you lie, I’ll know.”

She let the silence hang, her breathing steadying as she regained her grip over her body, over the storm inside her.

Her hand slipped back down, circling her clit lazily now, taunting him with every tiny whimper.

“Make me believe you deserve this mask to come off. Make me beg to show you.”

Her laugh was quiet, dark, vibrating through the mic as she pressed the tip of her finger harder to herself, then froze again.

“The clock’s ticking, sweetheart. Don’t waste my time.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

His Room — 11:55 PM

He stared at the glowing screen, sweat beading on his temples. His hand never slowed, slick strokes jerking him closer and closer, even as his mind screamed against what he was about to say.

“Dirtiest thing…?” he rasped, almost laughing at how broken his own voice sounded. “Fuck, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

But she stayed silent, eyes heavy, fingers still sliding in that perfect rhythm. Waiting. Demanding.

And he gave in.

“I fucked my best mate’s daughter.”

The words landed like a confession in a church, dirty and holy all at once. His cock twitched violently in his fist.

“She was only just eighteen… barely legal. Came over one night, after a party. Too much to drink, too much… temptation. She cornered me in the kitchen. Said she’d had a crush for years. And I should’ve walked away. Should’ve sent her back upstairs.”

His jaw clenched. His pace quickened.

“But I didn’t. I let her put her mouth on me. Christ, she was so eager—like she’d been practicing just for that moment. I fucked her throat until she gagged, and when I pulled out she begged me not to stop.”

He groaned, his fist tightening, precum dripping down his knuckles.

“I bent her over the counter. Didn’t even take my wedding ring off. Slid into her raw and listened to her scream into her own sleeve so no one upstairs could hear.” His head fell back, eyes rolling shut. “She came before I did. Clenching around me so tight I thought I’d fucking die right there.”

He opened his eyes again, wild, desperate, staring into the camera like it could save him.

“That’s my truth. That’s the filth I’ve never told a soul. Now show me your face… or make me pay even more to earn it.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

Her Room — 11:57 PM

She sat back in her chair, breath caught somewhere between a gasp and a laugh. His words still hung in the air like smoke — dirty, forbidden, perfect.

Her fingers slid lazily over her clit, not out of need this time, but control. Teasing herself the way she teased him. Drawing out little whimpers, enough to make him think he was winning… while knowing she was the one pulling the strings.

On her screen, he looked wrecked. Eyes wild, chest heaving, cock slick in his fist as he fucked it like her face depended on it. And she let him. Let him spiral deeper into his own confession.

“Mmmm…” she purred, pressing the toy’s head against her swollen clit, letting him see the way her body twitched. “You filthy, filthy man. Fucking your best mate’s daughter while he was upstairs?”

She dragged her lip between her teeth and shook her head slowly, mask slipping just enough to reveal the outline of her jawline but nothing more.

“That should make me hate you,” she whispered, rolling her hips against her fingers, teasing herself into trembling. “It should disgust me. But all I can think about… is how lucky she was.”

Her eyes locked onto the camera, unblinking, daring him.

“Tell me… did you make her scream for you? Did you make her beg?” She slid a finger deep inside herself, curling it, groaning low as she clenched around it. “Because if you didn’t…” her smile was wicked, hungry, “…then I know I could scream louder.”

She pulled her soaked fingers free and held them up to the camera, letting the wet glisten catch the light.

“But you don’t get to hear that yet.”

A wicked pause.

“Not unless you earn it.”

She leaned forward now, mask still on, whispering like she could crawl through the screen and into his ear.

“So what are you going to do for me now, hm?”

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By *akedMMan 36 weeks ago

Witney

this is so good

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

His Room — 11:59 PM

Her words hit him like a slap and a kiss all at once.

Not money. Not tips.

She wanted him.

His cock pulsing in his hand, pre-come slicking his fingers, his chest a battlefield of shame and need. He could barely think past the ringing in his ears — her voice, her taunt, the image of her fingers dripping as she teased herself for him.

“What… what do you want me to do?” he rasped, eyes locked on the camera like a man on his knees before an altar.

Her pause was deliberate. Cruel. Delicious.

Then her voice cut through the silence:

“Show me what you’d do to me… if I were there right now.”

His breath hitched.

Fuck.

He stood, towering in front of the camera now, hand wrapped around his cock, stroking with a slow, deliberate grip — as if she were there, as if her body belonged to him. He tilted his hips, grinding forward, showing her the way his length jerked and pulsed at just the idea of sliding inside her.

“Like this…” he growled, thrusting into his fist, his rhythm picking up. “I’d bend you over this desk. Push your face down into the wood and pound you until you couldn’t breathe without moaning my name.”

The words spilled like gasoline on fire. He couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

His free hand grabbed the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as he drove his cock into his fist with a steady, brutal pace. “I’d make your pussy so raw and stretched that the only thing you’d remember tomorrow was me. My cock. My cum inside you.”

His body shuddered, sweat dripping down his temples, but he held back, riding the edge because he needed her. Needed her reaction. Needed that fucking mask to fall.

His eyes locked on the screen, wild, begging, demanding.

“Tell me… tell me if that’s what you want.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

Her Room — 12:03 AM

“Oh… fuck…”

The words ripped out of her as soon as he started rutting against his fist like it was her body. She hadn’t expected it to hit her this hard — the sight of him performing for her, voice thick with raw hunger, every filthy word spilling from his lips like a secret he couldn’t take back.

She spread her thighs wider, fingers plunging into herself, fast, no longer teasing. Slick sounds filled the room, obscene and loud, echoing back through the mic so he’d hear every squelch, every gasp.

“Yes, baby… like that… bend me over, fuck me until I scream your name…”

Her toy still pulsed inside her from his last tip, but now she added her fingers to the mix, thumb working her clit while her body writhed in the chair. The mask stayed firmly in place — but her moans, her wetness, her shaking thighs gave him more than any face ever could.

She let her head fall back, free hand clutching her own breast, pinching hard, letting the camera catch every desperate roll of her hips.

“You’d split me open, wouldn’t you?” she panted, slamming her fingers harder, wetter, faster. “Fill me so deep my husband would know he wasn’t the last one in there…”

The mask slipped again — not off, but low enough to reveal the curve of her lips, parted and glistening with spit as she groaned his name, louder than before, her voice breaking on the edge of climax.

And she wanted him to see it.

Wanted him to know she was right there with him, dripping, desperate, rewarded by his filth.

“Don’t you dare stop, baby…” she moaned, legs shaking as she spread them wider for his eyes only. “Show me how badly you want to come for me.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

His Room — 12:06 AM

He was seconds away.

Every nerve in his body screamed for release — his cock slick, swollen, dripping, the tight grip of his hand threatening to milk him dry right there in front of her.

But he didn’t.

Couldn’t.

Her words lashed him like a whip: Don’t you dare stop.

He wanted to come so fucking badly, but not until he knew he’d earned it. Not until he’d proven to her — to himself — that he could match her tease with his own torment.

He let out a deep growl, teeth bared, eyes squeezed shut for a moment before they snapped open and locked on the screen. She was spread wide, soaked, shuddering, moaning his name with that masked mouth… and fuck, it nearly broke him.

But instead of giving in, he tore his hand off his cock, chest heaving, cock twitching angrily in the open air. He forced himself back into the chair, gripping the desk with both hands as though he’d tear it apart before he let himself spill.

His mouse hovered over the tip button.

£30 had made her gasp.

£75 had made her scream.

He needed more.

He wanted more.

His pulse thundered as he selected the higher option — the number stared back at him. His cock twitched in agreement. His whole body buzzed with the dangerous thrill of it.

Fuck it.

Click.

£150.

The confirmation flashed on screen, and immediately, he could see the jolt in her body. The toy inside her erupted, punishing her with wave after wave of violent pulses, dragging a scream from her masked lips so loud he had to slap a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out with her.

His cock bobbed in the air, aching, his other hand twitching, desperate to stroke — but he forced it still. Not yet. He would earn that orgasm. He would drag it out of her, out of himself, until it broke them both.

His eyes bored into the screen, voice low, guttural, commanding:

“Take it. Every. Fucking. Pulse. You don’t stop until I tell you.”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

Her Room — 12:09 AM

She wasn’t ready for that.

The moment his £150 tip triggered the toy, her entire body arched like it had been struck by lightning. A guttural scream tore out of her throat, raw and unrestrained, her voice shaking the walls as she slammed a fist against the desk just to ground herself.

“Fuuuuck—ahhh—ohhh my God—”

The pulses didn’t stop. They came one after another, relentless, each wave rolling through her cunt, her thighs clenching tight around the vibrator buried deep inside. She clawed at her chair with her free hand, knuckles white, back curving as her masked face tilted toward the ceiling.

The camera caught it all: the wild buck of her hips, the obscene wet sound of her soaked folds, the mask slipping further down to reveal flushed cheeks and trembling lips.

Her moans were no longer pretty, no longer measured — they were animal, dragged out of her by the ruthless rhythm of the toy he’d unleashed.

She tried to fight it, tried to hold on to control — but fuck, every second was undoing her resolve.

“God— baby, I can’t—!” she cried, her thighs shaking violently, toes curling against the floor. “You’re… you’re going to make me—fuck—I’m—”

Her hand shot down between her legs, not to stop it but to press harder against her clit, doubling the punishment. The pleasure was so sharp, so overwhelming, she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes behind the mask.

Her body writhed in the chair, head thrashing side to side as she moaned his name again, louder, wetter, more desperate than before. Every pulse inside her stretched her closer to snapping, and she knew she couldn’t take much more.

The mask wavered as she dragged in ragged breaths, her hand trembling as it ghosted toward the edge of it — not to rip it away yet, but close. So close.

“Tell me to take it off…” she gasped between cries, voice ragged with pleasure. “Tell me… or I’m going to come without you ever knowing who I am…”

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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago

To be continued.....

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By (user no longer on site) 36 weeks ago

Sensational!

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By *akedMMan 36 weeks ago

Witney

Omg this is so good

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By *ussyeater692Man 36 weeks ago

Wrexham

Wow what an amazing story, I can't wait for the next installment

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By *ogue78Man 36 weeks ago

Edinburgh

Such a fantastic piece!!

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By (user no longer on site) 36 weeks ago

Great story

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By *kpiercedCouple 36 weeks ago

walsall

Fantastic !!!

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By *rSteel95Man 36 weeks ago

N.Somerset

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By *CoupleCouple 36 weeks ago

Plymouth

Please keep going

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By (user no longer on site) 36 weeks ago

Keep going, this is so good 👍

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By *epfor25Couple 36 weeks ago

bedlington

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By *lderWiserNowMan 36 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By *adbodforcheekychatsMan 36 weeks ago

Great dunmow

He's not the only one close....God I need the next installments soon!

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By *illie B. HardaganMan 36 weeks ago

Leyland

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By *ilbert4450Man 36 weeks ago

paisley

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By (user no longer on site) 36 weeks ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Her Room — 12:12 AM

The toy was relentless, pounding inside her with a rhythm that made her chest heave, thighs quake, and fingers tremble. She was so close — the edge of control shredded with every pulse — and then it happened.

The mask slipped. Just a fraction.

A glimpse of her flushed cheek, the curve of her jawline, a hint of lips parted in breathless moans — just enough that if he had leaned closer, he might have seen more than she intended.

Her heart slammed. Her body betrayed her, hips jerking violently, as she realized the near-mistake. She pressed her trembling hand to the mask, dragging it back into perfect position, a shiver running through her.

“Fuuuck…” she gasped, voice thick and broken, the toy still wringing her out mercilessly. “…so close… I can’t—”

Her free hand clenched the edge of her chair, nails digging into the wood, while her other hand pressed against her clit, riding the edge of torment. Every pulse inside her dragged her closer to shattering, yet she held it, teeth clenched, breathing ragged.

She leaned toward the camera, eyes wide, pupils dilated, the mask just barely hiding the raw heat of her face.

“You… you’re killing me,” she whispered, voice low and dangerous, trembling with a mix of desperation and power. “I could lose it… but not yet. Not until… you prove you can handle me.”

Her body quaked under the onslaught, chest heaving, thighs trembling, every wet sound echoing through the microphone as she fought the edge, mask intact, hiding herself just enough.

The glimpse had teased him — a promise of what’s to come — and she used it to tighten the leash. Every pulse, every gasp, every moan was hers to control.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

His Room — 12:14 AM

He froze mid-stroke.

A flash. Just a flash — a glimpse of something behind the mask. Her cheek. Her lips. The curve of her jawline.

He swallowed hard, cock throbbing violently in his fist, precum slicking every stroke, his body rigid with disbelief.

No. It couldn’t be.

But something deep inside him sparked, reckless and feral. That tiny hint, that almost reveal, made every nerve in his body vibrate with need.

“Fuck… fuck… oh my God…” he groaned, chest heaving, hips pressing forward as if trying to bury himself into the camera. “It’s… it’s killing me. I need… I need to see…”

His hand sped up, reckless now, every stroke desperate, frantic. The thought of her so close, so exposed — even hidden behind that mask — made his head spin.

“I’ll do anything,” he rasped, voice thick with lust. “Anything you want. Just… just show me. Please… I’ll… I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He leaned forward, desperate, his other hand trembling as it hovered over the desk, ready to press another tip, ready to obey every command. His eyes stayed locked on her masked face, wild with need, mind burning with the thought of that glimpse — and what would come when the mask finally fell.

“I’ll take it… all of it… just tell me—tell me I can touch it. I’ll earn it… I swear I’ll earn it!”

The sweat dripped down his temples, his cock twitching like it might explode, and yet he forced himself to wait, to obey — because he had to prove it, to push even further for her, for that reveal.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Her Room — 12:16 AM

Her chest heaved, sweat slicking her skin, the toy still vibrating relentlessly inside her. Every pulse made her thighs clamp instinctively, but she forced herself to stay upright, fingers teasing herself just enough to feel the delicious burn without letting go.

The camera caught it all — the slick shine, the tremble of her hips, the ragged moans escaping from behind the mask.

“Ohhh… baby,” she gasped, voice broken, voice dripping with need and power, “you really want to see me, don’t you?”

Her hand slid down between her thighs, teasing over her folds, circling her clit, just enough to make her gasp louder, shaking with every wave of pleasure the toy was hammering through her.

“But…” she hissed, shaking her head, “not yet. You have to earn it. You want me to lose control? You want me to fall apart right in front of you? Then you’ll have to show me just how badly you need it. How far you’ll go for me.”

She leaned forward slightly, mask nearly slipping again in the surge of her own pleasure, but she held it. Just a fraction of skin revealed, a fleeting glimpse, enough to drive him wild.

“See this?” she whispered, breath ragged. “This dripping… this shaking… all because of you. And yet…” she pressed a finger against her clit, holding herself on the edge, “…you’re not allowed to touch me yet. Not fully. Not until I know you can handle me.”

Her voice dropped to a low, ragged purr. “Stroke yourself for me. Show me everything. Tell me your dirtiest thoughts while I burn. And don’t even think about stopping, or I’ll… oh, I’ll make you beg for even longer.”

Every word vibrated through the mic, every motion visible on the screen, keeping him teetering between delirium and obedience — desperate, consumed, and completely under her control.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

His Room — 12:18 AM

He barely registered the room around him anymore.

Every pulse of her toy, every ragged gasp, every hint of skin behind that mask had taken over his mind, burned into his brain. His cock twitching in his fist like a living thing, his hips bucking forward unconsciously, desperate for release but forced to hold back.

The only thing that existed was him, and her, and the obscene dance they were performing across the screen.

Her voice — broken, trembling, teasing — threaded through his thoughts like fire.

“Stroke yourself for me. Tell me your dirtiest thoughts…”

He obeyed without hesitation, each word dragging him deeper. Thoughts he’d never speak aloud poured out with every frantic motion: fantasies, taboos, sins he hadn’t even admitted to himself. His cock aching, precum slicking his wrist, muscles tight, body on fire, heart hammering.

He didn’t hear the creak upstairs. Didn’t hear the soft shuffle of a floorboard. Didn’t register the faint whisper of a door closing. He was swallowed entirely by her tease, by the glimpse of control she held over him, by the desperate ache in his groin.

His voice was ragged, low, trembling as he spoke aloud to the camera, “I… I’ll do anything. Anything for you. I’ll… I’ll make you come right now if you tell me what to do.”

His hips jerked, his fist tightening, cock pulsing violently, unaware that the quiet house held witnesses who could shatter everything if they knew.

And yet, he didn’t care. All that mattered was her, the mask, the tease, and the desperate, burning need that was consuming him entirely.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

To be continued.....

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By *epfor25Couple 35 weeks ago

bedlington

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By *akedMMan 35 weeks ago

Witney

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By *ussyeater692Man 35 weeks ago

Wrexham

OMG, absolutely amazing story, I can't wait for the next installment

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Her Room — 12:20 AM

Her body still trembled violently from the waves of the toy, yet she leaned closer to the camera, fingers sliding in maddening circles over her clit, keeping herself on the brink of shattering. Every pulse inside her screamed in rhythm with his desperate strokes, visible through the lens, every jerk, every gasp, every desperate motion laid bare.

“You’re so close, baby,” she whispered, voice ragged, low, teasing. “Look at you… dripping for me, throbbing in your hand… I can see it. I can feel it through you.”

Her hips jerked, chest heaving. “But… not yet. Not until you tell me. What’s that filthy, depraved thought? The one that’s making you break in front of me right now… the one you wouldn’t even whisper to anyone else.”

She noticed it then — a slight shift behind him on the screen. The top of a door moving. Footsteps that weren’t his. Her pulse spiked as she realized. His wife? Someone else in the house? And her mask, still clinging to her face, made her feel like the predator in a dangerous game.

She smirked despite the thrill of the toy wringing her raw, teeth gritted against the wave of pleasure. “Oh… I see them. I know who’s coming.” Her voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “And I don’t care. Not one bit. You’re mine right now. You tell me… or I’ll make you come on that filthy thought in front of them, and I’ll watch.”

Her fingers stroked faster, hips twitching, the toy pulsing inside her in violent, relentless waves. Every moan, every gasp, every tremor of her body screamed control, yet the mask hid her expression — almost, just a fleeting hint as her jaw flexed and lips parted.

“Tell me, darling,” she purred, eyes locked on his frantic movements. “Give me that thought. Let me see just how depraved your mind is… and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll take the mask off for you.”

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His Room — 12:22 AM

Every nerve in his body screamed. Cock twitching, precum slicking his fist, hips jerking uncontrollably, eyes locked on the screen like it could save him. He was so close, but she wasn’t letting him fall yet — she wanted the truth, the filthy, dark, hidden part of him that no one else had ever heard.

He swallowed hard, throat tight, voice ragged and trembling. “I… I’ve… I’ve paid for… for sex.”

His fist never slowed. Every word was another pulse driving him closer to the edge. “Not… not just any… I set up… private sessions. Massages. Disguises. So I could… I could fuck them. Empty my balls… and no one would ever know. God, I… I’ve done it more than I can count. I’ve thought about them while… with my wife. While she was… sleeping. I’ve… I’ve ruined myself thinking about it.”

His voice broke, groans punctuating the confession, cock aching in desperate agreement with every word. “I… I need you… I’ll do anything…”

His fingers trembled as he reached for the tip button again, urgency overriding everything else. £100. Another reckless push on his credit card, hoping it would finally earn him the release, finally earn her unmasking.

Click.

The confirmation flashed on screen, and immediately he could see it: the toy inside her reacted, pulsing violently, her body jerking against it with raw abandon. Her muffled moans, ragged and wet, filled his headphones, dragging him closer to losing himself completely.

His cock twitched, pre-come dripping, body trembling as he looked at her — at the mask, at the wild movements, at the hips bucking, at the near-gasping, near-revealed face.

He leaned closer to the camera, desperate, voice breaking, “I’ve told you everything. All of it. Please… show me. I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want. Please.”

He pressed himself harder into his fist, each stroke punishing and pleading at the same time, utterly consumed, unaware of the creaking floorboards behind him, unaware of who might be standing there, just his obsession and the promise of her finally revealing herself driving him past the edge.

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Her Room — 12:25 AM

The £100 tip slammed through her, faster and harder than anything she’d expected. Her body didn’t have time to prepare, to control itself.

It ripped her apart.

Her chest arched, breasts thrown forward, nipples hard and glistening. The toy pulsed deep inside her, relentless, every wave driving her higher and higher. She cried out, voice raw and uncontrolled: “Ohhh—fuck!”

Her hand clutched at the edge of her chair, another slid between her legs, fingers pumping her slick folds as her body convulsed violently.

And then, in the height of it, the mask slipped. Not just a peek — it fell completely.

Her face was revealed. Flushed, lips parted, eyes wide and blazing with pleasure, every shred of control shredded.

It was Sophie.

The Sophie he had known in passing, the blonde milf he walked past on school runs, the woman who had haunted his fantasies for years. And now, she was screaming his name in full, unrestrained orgasmic glory.

“Ohhh—[his name]!!” she wailed, back arching, chest heaving, pussy gushing as the toy continued its merciless rhythm. “Yes! Fuck yes! Ohhhh—God, yes!”

Every detail was visible — the slick shine between her thighs, the way her tits bounced with each convulsion, her face flushed crimson, lips trembling as she moaned, shouted, pleaded his name.

He froze for a split second, stunned, jaw slack. The woman he’d only dared fantasize about, the one he never thought would step off the sidewalk and into his darkest dreams, was here, in front of him — screaming his name, raw, exposed, and absolutely his.

His cock twitched in his hand, spilling pre-come in response, hips bucking forward as he tried to take it all in. Every gasp, every scream, every tremble was for him — and now he knew, he knew it was the woman he had wanted for years.

Her voice cracked and broke, orgasm still wracking her, eyes wild with lust and abandon: “You… you… fuck—don’t stop… I’m yours…!”

The room around him didn’t exist anymore. All he could do was watch, his mind on fire, every sense consumed by Sophie — the mask off, the fantasy real, and screaming his name.

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His Room — 12:27 AM

He had held on as long as he could. Every pulse, every quiver, every scream from her made his grip falter. But watching Sophie — the woman he had fantasized about for years, the Milf from the school run, the one whose face he had longed to see — lose control in front of him, and hearing the raw, wet, desperate sounds of her orgasm, shattered whatever remnants of restraint he had left.

His cock pulsed, slick and taut in his fist, his hips jerking involuntarily. He groaned, a low, ragged sound, and his body betrayed him entirely.

“I—fuck—Sophie…” he gasped, unable to stop, unable to think of anything except her, the sight of her face, the sound of her screams.

His head fell back, mouth open, eyes wild. His hips bucked forward, each stroke faster, harder, reckless.

And then it happened.

He came.

Jets of hot, sticky cum shot from him, landing across his desk, spilling toward the laptop, streaking down his hand as he stroked himself through the climax. Every pulse, every gush synchronized with her screams, the sound of her own release filling his ears and shaking his body.

“Ohhhh—yes! Iaaiinnn!!” Sophie screamed again, breathless, face flushed, hair sticking to her sweaty skin. Her eyes were wide, pupils blown, lips parted in pure, unrestrained ecstasy. She arched her back, hips thrashing, as the toy inside her continued to pulse and squeeze, dragging her higher even as he lost himself completely.

He groaned, shuddered, trembling, unable to stop, each spurt spilling closer and closer to the screen, to her, like he was offering every inch of himself to her gaze.

The laptop caught every reflection, every glisten, every desperate shiver of his body. And Sophie — still panting, still quaking, still utterly undone — saw it all.

He slumped back, chest heaving, body slick with his own release, eyes still glued to her, utterly spent yet consumed by the shared intensity.

And she, still gasping, still trembling in the aftermath, could finally smile behind the mask-less face that had tormented him so long — victorious, raw, and completely, unmistakably hers.

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By *ussyeater692Man 35 weeks ago

Wrexham

Wow!! Absolutely amazing and so well written

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By *rSteel95Man 35 weeks ago

N.Somerset

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By *akedMMan 35 weeks ago

Witney

So so good what a story

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By *octorwhoMan 35 weeks ago

bangor

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By *lderWiserNowMan 35 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By *JSWINGSTARMan 35 weeks ago

carshalton

Wow..more

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By *octorwhoMan 35 weeks ago

bangor

The wife standing behind him fingering herself as her and the wife's friend are also lovers .. entrapment that poor guy into a 3 some orgy making him watch them both suck the hairy crack

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By *octorwhoMan 35 weeks ago

bangor

The wife standing behind him fingering herself as her and the wife's friend are also lovers .. entrapment that poor guy into a 3 some orgy making him watch them both suck the hairy crack i feel for him .. who would do such things to this innocent man ..

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Aftermath — 12:30 AM

The screen flickered with her flushed, sweaty face, chest heaving, fingers still brushing against her thighs as she slowly caught her breath. The mask was gone, revealing Sophie fully — triumphant, wild, utterly alive.

Her voice, still ragged with the aftershocks of orgasm, cut through the speakers.

“Did you… enjoy that?” she asked, a teasing lilt in her tone. “Better than… than being with her?”

He swallowed hard, still trembling, cock finally softening against his hand. He leaned toward the camera, voice low, hoarse, and full of raw need.

“God… so much better,” he admitted, heat still coursing through him. “You… you need to let me make you feel that… for real. Soon.”

She chuckled, a wet, throaty laugh, fingers brushing her chest as she leaned closer to the camera.

“Maybe I will… maybe I won’t,” she murmured, teasing, letting the tension linger. “But for now… you’ve earned my praise. And I’ve earned every drop of that money.”

He nodded, eyes locked on her, unable to look away, caught in the afterglow and the dangerous thrill.

And in the corner of the room — just barely noticeable in the soft lamplight — the floorboard creaked, a shadow shifted. His wife, completely unaware until now, had been watching and hearing it all. Her breath caught, the reality sinking in, but he was too consumed, too lost in Sophie’s gaze, too wrecked by the shared, taboo climax, to even register her presence.

Sophie’s smile widened, wicked and knowing, still in control even after losing herself.

“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered, letting him burn in that realization just a little longer. “Every thought, every touch… mine.”

And he stayed there, chest heaving, trembling, utterly captivated — and utterly hers.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Aftermath — Iain & Sophie

Sophie is still flushed, chest rising and falling as she lies back, fingers lazily trailing across her glistening skin. Her lips part into a wicked grin as she sees Iain, cock still twitching in his hand, cum streaked across his laptop screen.

Sophie (teasing, breathy):

“God, I needed that… Tell me, Iain… was it everything you dreamed of? Was it worth betraying your wife for?”

Iain, panting heavily, still stroking himself idly through the last drips of his orgasm, doesn’t even hesitate. His eyes are locked on her exposed, satisfied body.

Iain (low, raw):

“Better… so much better. You don’t understand, Sophie… you’re all I’ve been wanting for years. Every time I’m inside her, I’m wishing it was you.”

His words are almost desperate, spilling out unchecked. He leans closer to the screen, completely lost in his lust, blind to everything else.

Sophie (smirking, running fingers down her stomach to her soaked pussy again, slow teasing):

“Mmm… that’s what I wanted to hear. That when you’re fucking her, it’s me in your head. My tits, my cunt, my face you imagine while you cum inside her.”

She lets her fingers circle lazily, just enough to make her gasp. The sound of her slick fingers fills the audio — sharp, wet, obscene.

Iain groans, cock twitching again at the sight, even though he’s just emptied himself.

Iain (breathy, almost begging):

“Yes! Every time. Every fucking time. I think about bending you over, fucking you raw, filling you so deep you’d feel me for days. My wife doesn’t compare to what you do to me.”

Sophie’s grin widens. She knows something he doesn’t. Behind his screen, in the quiet of his house, another woman is standing in the shadows, hearing every single word.

Sophie (deliberately louder, cruel edge in her voice):

“So you’ve wasted all that time with her… when you could’ve been emptying those balls in me instead. Such a good husband, aren’t you, Iain? Hiding away, spilling your dirty little secrets for me.”

She knows his wife can hear every syllable, and she savors it — the perfect blend of power and danger.

Iain groans again, stroking his softening cock as if trying to will it hard once more, desperate not to lose the connection.

Iain (ragged whisper):

“I’d risk everything for you… everything.”

The tension crackles. Sophie smirks knowingly, her post-orgasm come-down turning into a deliciously cruel game — keeping him dangling on every word, while his wife’s silent, heavy breathing is right there in the room, seething in the dark.

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Iain leans closer to the screen, his chest heaving, sweat slicking down his temple. His cum is still dripping across his laptop, but he doesn’t care. His eyes are locked on Sophie — flushed, glowing, still wet and messy from her orgasm.

Iain (low, hoarse, full of hunger):

“Sophie… I don’t want to just watch anymore. Next time, it has to be real. I need to feel you… need to feel that orgasm around my cock while I’m buried inside you. I want to taste you… lick every drop off your thighs while you scream my name for real.”

His hand wraps lazily around himself again, coaxing life back into his cock as he imagines it.

Iain (growing bolder, voice rough):

“I want to bend you over, fuck you until you can’t walk straight, have you clawing my back while I pump you full. No more screens. No more hiding. Just your cunt squeezing me, milking me dry while I give you everything I’ve got.”

Sophie smirks at the camera, one eyebrow raised. Her fingers are still idly playing with herself, drawing out the slick sounds deliberately loud for his ears.

Sophie (slow, teasing, knowing):

“Mmm, you’d risk everything for it, wouldn’t you? To taste me, to fuck me raw, to feel my cunt gripping you while you cum inside… even if it means losing everything you’ve got at home.”

Her words are sharp, calculated. She knows his wife is right there in the shadows, listening, and she deliberately leans into it.

Iain (breathless, almost begging):

“Yes. Yes, I would. I need you, Sophie… not her. You. Next time, in person. I want it all.”

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Sophie leans back in her chair, her fingers glistening as she drags them slowly up her stomach, deliberately putting on a show. Her breathing is heavy but her tone is smooth, calm, in control.

Sophie (smirking, dragging out each word):

“Oh, Iain… you make it sound so tempting. Feeling me wrapped tight around your cock, my moans in your ear instead of through a screen… it would be delicious, wouldn’t it?”

She tilts her head, her nails tracing her breasts for him, then she bites her lip before adding, low and deliberate:

Sophie:

“But the thing is… I don’t give myself that easily. If you want me in person, you’ll have to prove it. Show me you’re willing to risk it all. Until then…”

She slips her fingers back between her thighs, letting him watch as she teases herself — not going for release, just enough to keep him squirming.

Sophie (with a wicked grin):

“…you can imagine what my cunt would feel like when I’m done with you. But tasting me? Feeling me? That’ll have to wait. If you’re worthy enough.”

Iain groans, his hand pumping himself again, frustration and arousal written all over his face. He leans toward the screen, voice breaking with desperation:

Iain:

“Fuck… Sophie, please… don’t do this to me. I need it. I’ll do whatever you want, just—fuck—I can’t stop thinking about it…”

Sophie laughs softly, her eyes dark and glinting with amusement.

Sophie (mockingly sweet):

“I know you can’t. And that’s exactly where I want you.”

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Sophie leans forward, her mask now gone but her smirk sharper than ever. Her eyes bore into him through the screen, predatory and knowing.

Sophie (low, teasing):

“Mmm… maybe one day you’ll get to feel me, Iain. Maybe I’ll let you taste me until your tongue aches, fuck me until my legs shake… but not yet.”

She pauses, sliding her slick fingers down to circle her clit, arching back just enough to let him see the glisten. Then, with a sultry laugh:

Sophie:

“Let’s just say… the opportunity might come sooner than you think. Maybe next week… maybe even sooner. But only if you prove you’re desperate enough for me. I want to see just how far you’ll go.”

Iain groans, his hand pumping faster, precum stringing from his tip. His voice cracks with need.

Iain:

“Fuck… Sophie… name it. Anything. I’ll do anything. Just… don’t keep me waiting too long. I can’t… I can’t go back now. Not after this.”

Sophie lets out a slow, satisfied moan, her fingers gliding in lazy, taunting strokes.

Sophie (smirking):

“Oh, I know you can’t. That’s why I’ll keep you aching until the moment’s right. And when I finally let you have me…” she drags her wet fingers up to her lips and sucks them clean, eyes never leaving his, “…you’ll never want anyone else again.”

In the silence that follows, Iain’s ragged breathing fills the room. He doesn’t hear it — the faint, sharp inhale just behind him. But Sophie sees the flicker of movement at his door again. She knows exactly who’s there.

And she smiles.

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Iain slumps back in his chair, chest heaving, cum dripping down his shaft and pooling on the edge of his laptop. His pupils are still blown wide, as though Sophie’s face on the screen is the only thing in the world.

Sophie, meanwhile, strokes lazy circles around her swollen clit, the glow of her orgasm still written across her flushed cheeks. Her breathing steadies into that smug, satisfied rhythm of a woman who knows she’s left him ruined.

Sophie (soft, taunting):

“Mmm… look at you. Spent. Messy. Dripping for me. Just how I like it.”

Her lips curve into that wicked smirk again.

Sophie:

“Remember this, Iain… every stroke you give your cock now will belong to me. Every time you close your eyes with your wife beside you, you’ll see my face instead. And every load you spill… will be for me.”

Iain groans, unable to answer, his hand still twitching around his softening cock. He nods dumbly, he is owned by her words.

Sophie leans closer to the camera, her voice dropping to a whisper that feels intimate, private — a command only for him:

Sophie:

“Until next time… don’t you dare touch yourself unless it’s for me.”

She blows him a slow, mocking kiss, then with one final smirk, the screen goes black.

The room is silent now, except for Iain’s ragged breaths. He sits there, glazed, unaware of the shadow standing just behind him, the sound of sharp, furious breathing finally cutting through his post-orgasm haze.

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Iain leans back in the chair, chest still rising and falling, his thighs sticky, laptop screen now black. The ghost of Sophie’s orgasmic scream echoes in his ears, the image of her flushed face still burned into his mind. He wipes absently at himself, a dazed smile creeping across his lips.

For the first time all night, he feels the heavy silence of the house settle around him. Alone. Satisfied. Spent.

And then—

Click.

The sharp snap of the light switch cuts through the stillness. The room floods with light, harsh and blinding.

Iain freezes. His smile dies. His heart slams into his throat.

He doesn’t need to turn around to know.

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

Fin.

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By *lderWiserNowMan 35 weeks ago

Kettrin

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By *rSteel95Man 35 weeks ago

N.Somerset

No way can it end like this!

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

"No way can it end like this!"

All good things come to an end!! There will be more stories coming. I just have to think of something worth while to set it as.

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By *anky677Man 35 weeks ago

dover

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By *rSteel95Man 35 weeks ago

N.Somerset

Please give yourself a pat on the back for this masterpiece, honestly that was the best story I’ve read on here since joining fab and it definitely deserves a Part 3!

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By (user no longer on site) OP 35 weeks ago

"Please give yourself a pat on the back for this masterpiece, honestly that was the best story I’ve read on here since joining fab and it definitely deserves a Part 3! "

I am open to ideas/request, so if there is anything just message me and I will see if I can make something with it

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By *ussyeater692Man 35 weeks ago

Wrexham

Wow!! What an incredible story, and so well written. Definitely one of the best I've read, a true erotic masterpiece.

Thank you

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By *lderWiserNowMan 35 weeks ago

Kettrin

Fantastic story

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By *lr1974Man 35 weeks ago