Chapter 9
In the middle of chatting with the guys in the room, after shaking my ass and flashing my tits for the twentieth time, he invited me to a private show. The secret room opened up, and in seconds, the payment showed up. He wanted something just with me. Just me and him. My eyes darted straight to the hallway, like I was doing something wrong. Checking on Jules, even though I knew she wouldn’t care. But it was automatic. That silly guilt of having a bossy sister.
He turned on his camera.
He was a guy. Young, hot. Couldn’t be more than nineteen. And yet, his gaze had this confidence. He looked at me like he already knew me.
“Hi… wow, you’re cute.”
[VitorinoS]: I want you completely naked.
He’d paid for the full package. He wasn’t there to waste time. And my heart was pounding, not from fear, but from this weird urge to do it right. To give everything. For the first time, I didn’t have Jules next to me whispering what to say, or cracking jokes.
It was just me.
And as crazy as it sounds, that made me feel comfortable. Free. A little turned on.
“So what do you want, you naughty boy?”
[VitorinoS]: I want to see your pussy, no messing around.
“Already? Just like that?”
That line hit me like it was from a boyfriend, or someone who really knew me. And in a strange way, it got to me. It didn’t feel dirty. It felt intimate. Seductive.
“So tell me if you like it like this…”
I took off my top slowly, trying to be sensual without overdoing it. Just being me. The light fabric slid up my arms, brushing lightly against my breasts from below, until it passed over my head and slipped off my fingers. I tossed it aside, no rush. I felt the air hit my exposed skin. My nipples were hard, maybe from nerves, maybe from the desire starting to build there.
The camera only showed down to my waist, but I knew he could imagine the rest. On the other side, he stayed quiet. Just watched me. And his silence was more teasing than any direct request. It made me curious. It made me want to go further.
I leaned my torso forward a bit, letting my breasts sway gently, then ran my hand slowly over them. Soft touches, almost shy. Like I was learning to touch myself in front of someone. Maybe I was. I bit my lip and lifted my gaze right to the lens, trying to look confident—but inside, my heart was hammering.
I stood up slowly. Legs steady, bare feet on the cold floor. I turned my back for a second, just to let him see the curve of my tight ass in the panties. The thin strap dug into my skin, and I slid my hands down to it, pulling it slowly from the sides.
The panties came down like a whisper.
First, just a bit of my ass. Then my thighs. Until they fell completely, and I kicked them aside without ceremony. I stood there naked, feeling my body exposed like someone sunbathing for the first time: with a delicious fear, an electric thrill on my skin.
I sat back down, spreading my legs naturally, but without rushing. I wanted him to see everything, but on my time. My fingers rested on my own knees, then started sliding slowly toward the center. My breathing was already shorter. My body, warmer.
And for a moment, I almost forgot it was a show.
On the other side of the screen, he seemed to be jerking off. His shoulders moved slowly, his breathing visible in the camera’s rhythm. That’s when I remembered what Jules always said: “When you see the cock, compliment it. Always. Even if it’s ugly.”
But… I didn’t want to compliment out of duty. I really wanted to see it. For real.
“Show me your cock? Come on, show me…”
He laughed with that naughty vibe, like he’d been waiting for me to ask, and then he lowered the camera. The image wasn’t the best, but you could see it. It was nice. Not huge or thick. Average, with a pink head and a thicker shaft, slightly curved upward. Natural. Real.
“Mmm, that looks delicious… I want it inside me.”
The words slipped out unfiltered. The moment I said them, it didn’t even sound like my voice. I blushed myself. Got hot. Couldn’t believe I’d said that.
He stroked himself slowly, with a firm hand and a gaze that wouldn’t let me look away. The way he touched himself hooked me. Fascinated, I forgot for moments that I was the one getting paid for the show, not him. I just wanted to see more. Feel more. But then I realized the show was mine. He’d paid for me. I was the one in charge.
[VitorinoS]: touch yourself for me.
My stomach flipped with nerves. It was my first time. The first time someone would see me doing that. I’d never used a vibrator in my life. The closest thing had been a hairbrush handle, hidden in the bathroom during my teen years. And even then, I didn’t really know what I was doing.
My fingers slid slowly between my thighs. I glanced at the time—I’d have to stay with him for at least ten minutes. “I need to keep him hooked,” I thought. But I didn’t know the tricks for that. I didn’t have Jules’s slyness, or her catchy lines, or that easy way of teasing.
I kept glancing at the door the whole time, panicking at the thought of my sister walking in. If she came in right then and saw me like this, I swear I’d faint from embarrassment.
I took a deep breath. Grabbed the vibrator from the side, fumbled with the button, turned it on to the lowest speed, but he stopped me.
[VitorinoS]: I want you to use your hands please.
That “please” undid me. So simple, but so rare. No one there was gentle. No one asked. They just ordered, demanded, expected. But him… he asked. And it got to me.
I turned off the vibrator and set it aside. I smiled awkwardly, a bit red, and started.
I adjusted on the couch with my legs folded to the side, leaned back a little, trying to look natural, but my whole body was shaking. I ran my hand over my belly, like I wasn’t sure exactly what to do, and let my fingers slip slowly to the middle of my thighs. I touched just on top, without pressure. A light caress, like I was still asking: is this okay?
[VitorinoS]: That looks so hot!
I went a little lower, feeling the warm skin, the wet center. I brushed lightly against my pussy lips, without parting them, just sliding my fingers, tracing outlines, almost like drawing. My breathing was already uneven, and I could barely keep my eyes on the screen.
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to forget someone was watching me. It was just me there, touching myself. Alone. But for the first time, it wasn’t for me. And still… I was liking it.
“Is this good?”
I started making small circles with my fingertip, very lightly, over my clit. A movement almost shy, barely touching. Just skin on skin. My hips reacted on their own, shifting a little, and I felt my face burn even more.
[VitorinoS]: God, you move so sexy.
I bit my lip, trying to hold back a sigh. I didn’t want to seem forced, or over the top. I just wanted him to see. For him to feel it. For him to stay.
It was masturbation with zero technique. Just nervous. Raw. Embarrassed. But real. And maybe that’s what he wanted. Maybe that’s what was keeping him there.
[VitorinoS]: Do you cum like that?
The question caught me off guard.
I answered quick, more for the role than the truth. And the truth? I didn’t know.
“Of course… for you, yeah.”
It was automatic. A line that sounded easy, pretty, even convincing. He didn’t reply right away. And I took that as a sign. Time for the climax. Time to give him what he expected.
I closed my eyes slowly, let my torso fall back, and started faking it. A low, restrained moan. My fingers still moving in soft circles, while I arched my hips a little.
I pretended to touch myself with more intensity. To feel more. To be close.
“Oh… oh… oh, it’s coming…” I whispered, forcing a tremor in my voice.
I bit my finger. Squeezed my eyes shut. Simulated that moment when everything starts to lose control. But… in the middle of the act, a real shiver ran down my back. And for a second, it all went off script. My fingers hit the right spot, my body trembled a little. A moan escaped more genuine than I meant.
I faked it… but part of me came for real.
I opened my eyes. The screen was still there, camera on. But the chat… empty. No new messages. A strange silence filled the room.
That’s when I realized: he’d left. He hadn’t even seen the moment.
And then, the last message popped up.
[VitorinoS]: I have to go. Don’t want to interrupt you. It was beautiful watching you. If you want to talk…
Right below, a number. Just that. A phone number.
I sat there, hand between my legs and heart pounding. Alone. With the bittersweet taste of a faked orgasm—and a real one.
And a huge urge to know why he’d left.