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No. I have to stay. At least until she comes. That’s the polite thing to do.

I swallow hard, resolving to let myself be in themoment and enjoy this. I’ll deal with the emotional consequences later. “Will you take off your bra?”

Tiffany smiles, her eyes downcast in a way that makes it think she’s doing it reflexively in response to my request rather than as a way to entice me. And gods, that tiny flicker of herself amid the performance takes my breath away.

“Mmm, you want to see my tits?” she asks, palming her breasts and squeezing them together before letting them drop back down. The way they jiggle makes my spent cock twitch with interest. It won’t be long before it’s swelling again, thanks to my enhanced constitution as a giant.

“Yeah,” I murmur, then add “please” quickly after.

“So polite. Such a good boy.” She reaches behind her to undo the clasp of her bra, then shrugs the straps off of her shoulders. Tiffany teases me for a moment, building anticipation as she pulls the strap off one arm while keeping her other arm banded across her breasts to hold the lacy fabric in place. Her eyes flick back up to the camera. “Do you like to beg for things, Ren? Or do you like when someone else does the begging?”

“Both,” I breathe, eyes laser focused on where she’s hiding herself from view. “I like both. Whatever you prefer, I’ll do that.” I took a kink quiz once when I was bored, and came back solidly as a “switch” but even if I wasn’t, I’d probably do anything Tiffany asked me to. I’d definitely sit on a cake for her.

Tiffany hums in thought, her free hand idly stroking the swell of her breasts. “I like both, too. I love how you ask for permission. It’s so sexy.”

My heart flutters as she smiles at me. She thinks what I’ve been doing is sexy?

“But I think I want you to boss me around when I’m trying to take that toy inside me,” she continues, pausing for a moment as her eyes flick down, then look back up at the camera through her lashes. “After all, I might need you to push me. Make me take it even when I think I can’t.”

I grunt at the speed at which my dick stiffens, and curse under my breath at the image she’s painting. Gods, it’s my filthiest fantasy. Or at least as close as I can get to it, since there’s no way I’ll ever see her in person and get to see her stretched around my cock.

“Move your arm away. Let me see you,” I say in a somewhat halting command, pushing through my need to be polite to let my rarely used dominant side peek through.

I’m rewarded for my bravery when Tiffany’s eyes gleam with arousal as she slowly lets her arm drop and shrugs her bra off, baring her tits.

Gods, she’s got the best tits. They rival some of the giantesses in those dirty magazines I hoarded as a kid. Ripe and heavy, with pretty brown nipples that are the perfect size for me to tease with my tongue. Big enough that if she pressed them together, there might beenough to wrap around my cock. The head would reach her mouth if we were positioned right. I could fuck her tits as swirled her cute little human tongue around the tip. She could suck me into the hot well of her mouth as I shot my load.

Fuck. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come again. I need to focus on getting her to come first. I may not be there in person, but I’m still going to do my damndest to make this even a fraction as pleasurable for Tiffany as it is for me.

CHAPTER 4

EMMA

This isthe hottest private I’ve ever done, and I’ve done some really fun ones. There’s something about the rumble of Ren’s voice that goes straight to my clit. I bet he could make me come just from moaning against my pussy. He sounds like he’d be really good at eating me out, too.

Damn, maybe it’s been too long since I’ve had any action that wasn’t a toy or my hand, because the thought of this stranger licking my pussy has me aching for it. And when he orders me to show him my tits, I can feel my arousal dripping down my thighs.

“You’re so beautiful,” the man on the other side of the screen rasps. He sounds worshipful, and fuck if I don’t wish he were here to pay tribute to me with his mouth on my body.

I’ve been turned on before while camming. Hell, most of the time I’m enjoying myself. But I’ve never hadmy pussy clenching desperately with the need to be filled up by the guy watching me, not just the general want for something inside me.

I bet he’d feel incredible. Ren said his dick was huge, and the more I talk to him, the more I realize he’s far too eager and genuine to brag about his dick size.

Unless it’s all an act.

I hate that the thought pops up, but it’s an important reminder. I’m letting myself get swept away in the fantasy of some big-dicked, burly sweetheart, when it could all be as fake as my camgirl persona. Which, dammit, I should really put back into place. I told Ren I’d be honest with him, but that’s having the strange side-effect of making this seem far too real.

Then again, where’s the harm in that? I’m single. I’m a little lonely, if I’m being completely honest with myself. Would it really be so bad to indulge in the delusion that Ren isn’t a stranger I’ll never meet who is paying me to get off, but someone who actually wants me? Who wants therealme.

“Thank you,” I murmur, goosebumps scattering across my skin as I conjure a mental image of him watching me. “What should I do now?” I lean back against the pillows I have propped against the headboard and spread my thighs wider.

“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he rasps. “Is that really for me?” His question is incredulous, but carries a hint of hopefulness that makes my chest squeeze.

“Yes, baby.” I bring a hand between my thighs and press two fingers to my entrance to wet them, then glide them up and around my clit. Sparks of pleasure sizzle through me, and I let out a gasp.

“Gods, I can’t…” Ren groans, sounding almost tortured. “You’re close already, aren’t you? Do you need my cock?”

The bold way he asks, the way he calls the dildo his cock, makes me nod eagerly. “Yes. Please. I need you inside me.” I give my clit a few more circles, but I’m already so turned on that I have to stop before I make myself come.