Anything He wants

I press the vibrator against my clit and nearly jump out of my own skin at the shock of intense pleasure, almost too much to bear. My other hand slides up my body to tweak and pull at my nipples. The pleasure is building ever higher within me. My muscles tighten up, my pussy aches with every thrum of the vibrations through my body. The need to release is overwhelming.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

“Oh my god,” I murmur.

“Tell me how it feels, Nina.”

“It feels… oh, it feels so good,” I whimper.

“Yes, it does. You feel so good you want to come.” “I do. I’m so close, Mr. Deep Pockets,” I confess weakly.

My swollen clit is pulsating. Endorphins rush through my veins. I’m about to burst.

“You’ve been a very good girl. You deserve to come, don’t you?” he teases.

“Yes. Oh, yes, please,” I beg.

The constant whir of the vibrator on my cunny is too much to handle.

“Come for me, Nina.”

His deep voice, his filthy command, and the bling of another few hundred dollars on the screen push me over the edge. I tilt my head back and my eyes roll shut as I press the vibrator hard on my clit. I cry out with pleasure as my pussy erupts, gushing slick juices all over the vibe and my fingers. There’s a tiny wet puddle forming on the white rug beneath me.

“Excellent. Beautiful, Nina,” he growls in that sexy voice.

I’m still hazy-headed when I turn off the vibrator and open my eyes again. Pure electrical pleasure burns in every cell of my body. I’ve never come so hard in my life. I stare at the webcam, clearly rendered speechless.

My mysterious benefactor laughs softly.

“I’ve had a wonderful time tonight. I’ll be seeing you.”

My heart skips. “Wait! Don’t go yet,” I plead. “What’s your name?” “Deep Pockets. For now,” he says cryptically.

With one last hundred-dollar bonus, he logs out of the chat room. Gone forever, or at least until he shows up in my stream again. I’m stunned to see the grand total of how much he paid me for less than a half hour of my time. Obviously, his username is accurate. But it’s more than just the money; there’s something about him. Even without seeing his face, I’m magnetically drawn to him. I want to feel those big hands on my bare skin. I want him to bend me over his lap and spank me like the naughty girl I am.

But for now, I close my laptop, get ready for bed, and slide under the sheets. My body is still tingling from my powerful orgasm as I close my eyes and snuggle into the pillow. My final thoughts before I drift off to sleep are of a luxurious room with a leather armchair and a fabulously wealthy, impossibly sexy man…

The next morning, I awaken to the soft clanking of pots and pans in the kitchen down the hall. I roll over and blink blearily at the alarm clock.

It’s barely seven o’clock, and after my late night I could sure use a couple more hours of sleep, but I climb out of bed anyway. When Grandma Doris gets up, I get up. It’s just part of being her full-time caretaker. I stand up, stretch, and trudge down the hallway flanked with family portraits all over the walls, some as recent as last year and other photos many decades old.

There’s a lot of history in this house. I grew up here myself, being raised by my grandmother. I moved out at eighteen to go to college, but I moved back in a year ago when I graduated. Grandma Doris is fiercely independent and always has been, but even she finally admitted that she needs some help around the house. She’s my number one, and we’ve been close my whole life. It makes perfect sense for me to be the one to help her.

I walk into the sunny, bright kitchen with a smile on my sleepy face. Grandma Doris is at the stove, stirring a pot of buttery, salty grits. She’s a slightly hunched woman in her seventies, with a mop of curly white hair, the same blue eyes as me, and a flowery apron over her purple muumuu.

She slowly turns to look at me with a sparkling smile.

“Good morning, sweet pea. How’d you sleep?” she asks.

“Great. Like a baby,” I answer. “How about you? Have any interesting dreams?”

“As a matter of fact, I did. Nina, it was so strange. I looked in the mirror and all my teeth fell out. Can you believe it?” she chuckles.

“Hope it’s not a prophetic dream or you might have to get used to the idea of wearing dentures, Grandma,” I quip back.

She snorts. “As if! I’d sooner dump this pot of grits on my head.”

“Well, don’t do that,” I giggle. “Here, let me whip up some scrambled eggs to go with it.”

We fall into step beside each other in the kitchen as we always do. When I was little, Grandma Doris was head chef. I remember shelling peas and shucking corn while she gave instructions from the stove. I recall Christmas mornings spent cooking up french toast casserole or a special festive quiche, or my favorite triple-chocolate cake on my birthday. I have so many memories of cooking, laughing, and gossiping with my grandmother in the kitchen. Only nowadays, I’m the one who has to take charge. She’s not as spry as she once was. Now, I’m the one rushing around to cook while she spills things, forgets ingredients, or complains about her achy feet. Not that I mind. She’s taken care of me for over twenty years, and I feel honored to return the favor.

She can do most things on her own, more by sheer force of will than anything else, and she was resistant to my aid at first. But now, we have a good balance. She lets me help her, and I let her believe she’s the one helping me. Giving me a place to stay. Making me grits in the morning. But we both know the reality: she needs me. Try as she might, she can’t keep up with the housework or the bills anymore. Money is tight these days, and since I spend my days pretty wrapped up in taking care of Grandma Doris, I haven’t been able to find a job that works with our schedule. Hence the birth of Naughty Nina. After weeks of researching ways to make money from home, I decided to give camgirl work a try. It’s been enough to keep us afloat, and for that I am grateful, but I wish I could do more. This old house is big. The property taxes, the mortgage, the monthly bills on top of grocery spending, pharmacy trips, and visits to the doctor… it’s a lot.

But today, my load feels a lot lighter. I made enough money last night to support us through the next few weeks. After breakfast, I slide into the usual routine of chores, errands, and looking after my elderly grandmother. It’s a normal, busy day, but every time I get a moment to spare, my mind inevitably wanders back to Deep Pockets.

I wonder what he’s doing today. I ponder where he could be. Connecting over the internet like this, there’s no telling how far away he lives. He could be across the planet or right next door. The latter thought gives me a thrill. I know I should be cautious, and I should keep my expectations low. It’s best not to get attached to any of these guys. What are the odds that he’ll come back for more? He already dropped so much money on me, surely that isn’t a sustainable spending practice for him. Unless it is. In which case, he truly does have deep pockets.

After a long day of chores, caretaking, cooking, and cleaning, Grandma Doris and I watch game show reruns and sip hot cocoa on the couch until it’s time for bed. She shuffles off to her room and I go to mine. I do my usual nightly routine, counting down until midnight when I go live as Naughty Nina. I light my candles, set up my sex toys and headset. I apply some subtle makeup, brush out my auburn waves, and put on a skimpy, cutesy satin nightie in a deep shade of blue. This time, instead of sitting on the floor, I bring my laptop to my bed. I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight.

My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke.

But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

Good evening, Nina. Come to me.

He disappears from the main chat room and an invite to a private chat pops up. I click it hastily, not even saying goodbye to the other guys. It’s a shame for them, but they just can’t compete with Deep Pockets. As soon as the private chat room expands, my heart skips to see the man himself perched in the same distinguished leather armchair in that fancy sitting room. He’s wearing a gray shirt, black belt, and black pants. I can clearly see a bulge at the front of his trousers and I’m eager to see what’s underneath.

“You came back,” I say brightly.

“Of course I did,” he replies. “I know what I want.”

His voice comes through deep and rough-edged. It makes me shiver with delight. He wants me. Another hundred ka-chings in my ears.

“Take off your nightie,” he commands.

“Anything for you,” I purr.

I pull the nightie up over my head and toss it aside, turning back to the camera in just my bra and panties. I stroke my hands down the swell of my breasts, my flat stomach, and down to my pelvis. I scoot back against the pillow behind me and spread my legs wide.

“Good, Nina. Now start touching yourself, but don’t take off your panties yet,” he growls.

With my eyes locked on him, I slide my hand between my thighs and begin lightly rubbing my pussy through the damp fabric of my panties. I moan and arch up into my palm. Warm waves of tingly pleasure roll down my body and make my toes curl.

When I see Deep Pockets unzip his pants and take out his massive, glorious cock, my jaw falls open. His shaft is beautiful. At least eight inches long, thick, and ever so slightly curved. I lick my lips as he starts slowly stroking his enormous length. I’m so wet at the sight of him, I’m soaking through my panties.

“Oh my god,” I breathe.

“Use the vibrator,” he commands me in a gruff voice.

I obey, picking up the vibe and flicking it on at the lowest setting. I press it to the damp spot growing in my panties and immediately goosebumps form on my skin. Pure wild pleasure shoots through every part of me. Coupled with the delicious view of Deep Pockets stroking himself, it’s barely a minute before my first orgasm.

“Ohhh, I’m coming,” I whimper.

“That’s right. Come for me, Nina,” he hisses.

Pleasure courses through my whole system. Deep Pockets sends another hundred.

“I wish you were here with me,” I pout.

“What would you do if I was?” he prompts me.

My eyes are mesmerized by his enormous hand moving smoothly up and down his thick shaft. I’m nearly drooling with desire. It’s killing me that he seems so close, yet so far.

“I would get on my knees and suck you dry,” I tell him boldly. He groans. “I would give anything to fuck that perfect mouth.” “And you’d come down my throat,” I add greedily. He murmurs, “Or all over your pretty face.” “I want you so bad,” I confess.

“I need you, Nina. All to myself,” Deep Pockets groans. “Turn up the setting.”

I do as I’m told. The vibrator hums deliciously against my clit. My free hand plays with my breasts while I rock against the vibrations. The tension is building fast.

“I’m about to come,” I gasp.

“Do it,” he orders. “We’ll come together.”

“Oh my– nnngh,” I moan as my pussy gushes everywhere. My panties are slick now on both sides, fully soaked through with my juices.

Onscreen, I watch him stroke his cock faster and faster until finally he spurts a long, impressive stream of thick white come through the air. A drop of it even splatters on the webcam, and he swiftly wipes it clean. My pussy pulses through waves of pleasure while Deep Pockets pumps every last drop. I’ve never seen anything or anyone so sexy. I feel the need to be close to him like a deep ache of the soul. I want to be in that room with him. I want to be the one licking up his come, making him moan and sigh and feel oh so good. I’m intrigued now, as I watch him clean up and resume his throne.

“I’m enjoying our nights together,” I gush.

“Me too. I could easily make a habit of this. Nina, I want you all for my own. I don’t like to share, and I can afford not to. You need money, and I

need you. I would block off all your time if I could. And I think it’s time for something a little more real,” he begins.

“What do you mean?” I ask, eyes wide.

“I know you’re a virgin, Nina. You’ve mentioned it in the chat room before,” he remarks. “I am willing to pay any amount you dream up to be the one who deflowers you. You deserve a wonderful first time, and I can give you exactly what you need.”

“Wow. That’s one hell of an offer. But how can we do that when you’re so far away?” I ask him confusedly.

He chuckles softly. “We live in the same city, Nina.”

“But how do you–”

“I have my ways,” he answers. “I’m asking you to meet me in person. Tomorrow.”

“Wh-what? In person?” I splutter. Nerves take over instantly.

“Don’t be nervous. We can take it slow, test the waters. We will meet someplace public, somewhere you feel safe,” he explains.

“Like the park? There’s one around the corner from my place,” I blurt out.

“Noon. I’ll be there,” he says.

And before I can say anything else, he logs out. I stare at the screen in disbelief for a minute as my brain catches up on what just happened. Holy shit. I’m meeting a guy I met online tomorrow. In person. Oh my god! How am I going to sleep tonight?