Page 35 of Begging for Mercy

I’ve been waiting patiently.

But I can’t wait any more.

Let me help you.

When I take too long to reply, another message arrives.

We can come together.

I shut my bedroom window and climb back into bed.

Ok. What should I do?

Touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are.

Nerves flutter in my stomach. I must be crazy to sext a stranger, but if this week has taught me anything, it’s that I’m tired of playing it safe. Once I lie down on my back, I lift my knees and spread my thighs. Already, I can feel my desire dripping from my slit. It coats the groove where my pelvis meets my thighs, and I rub my fingertips over my folds, unable to stop my body from trembling.

Beautiful, Mercy, fucking beautiful

How wet are you?

Dipping my middle finger inside my pussy, I whimper. Using voice to text, I tell him that I’m dripping down my thighs. The message sends, and I close my eyes to play with myself a little more.

You fucking tease

What? Squinting at my phone, I nearly scream at the little speaker icon.

I didn’t send a voice-to-text message.

I sent avoicemessage.

Don’t stop now

Turn your microphone on

I want to hear you moan as you slide your fingers inside your pussy

My core clenches, turning my desire into a deep ache. I hesitate to record anything else. The first one was an accident—but any more means that I’m okay with this.

I’m okay being a bad girl.

A dirty little virgin.

I turn on the voice recording feature before I can talk myself out of it. Swirling my fingertips over my clit, I let myself moan. Pleasure rocks my body, and I catch myself panting as I curl my fingers deep inside of me. I almost forget to hitsend.

Fuck, you’re gorgeous

Do you want to see me?

I’m rock hard for you, beautiful

Before I can reply, a picture pops up. A huge, veiny dick fills the screen, its tip shiny in the flash. The hand grasping its baseis wrapped tightly around the shaft, the hair at the base neatly trimmed.

Dirty blonde.

A massive cock.

Enough confidence to sext me in the middle of the night—no, towatchme first. I glance around the room for cameras, but I don’t see any of those dome things or a webcam anywhere.