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“What about Natalie?” The cyber junkie repeated Lauren’s question with blatant cynicism, as he raised an eyebrow. He directed his attention to the unrequested action playing out on his computer monitor, and he watched Lauren slowly remove the hand-blown glass dildo from her tunnel. He felt an awakening in his cum-soaked tool as he observed one long rope of her cum drippings form between her labia folds and the translucent toy. With no intention of answering Lauren’s question, the cyber junkie asked, “Did I say that you could remove the plug or the dildo, Lauren?” “No, you didn’t,” Lauren shifted her bottom on the sofa and adjusted her tablet. She sensed the chastisement coming. With fear and anxiety, she clenched her anal cavity around the butt plug to hold it stable. “Then what the hell are you doing?” he asked in a ‘matter of fact’ quiet tone. “I–I… At the top of this Skype call, you said we had twenty minutes. We’ve been going at it for at least twenty-five minutes. So, your time is up!” In that moment, her role-play broke. Her veil of submission vanished, as her tongue spewed the truth. Lauren had a sharp sass-mouth that was gaziantep rus escort no respecter of person. Her tone was direct, and she was out of order. Lauren could talk back something wicked, dole out unwanted directives, and distribute unsolicited advice to anyone who was willing to skip in, fall in or buy into her bullshit. She was a puppeteer. She had to be in control of everybody and everything with the exception of two situations: her personal achievement and her time with the cyber junkie. She was unable to successfully manipulate and control the outcome of her most private and personal desire, which was to become a licensed practicing attorney. Lauren partied through law school, and she lost focus of her long-term goals. See, she failed the bar examination twice. Sex consumed her actions then as it does now. The second exception to Lauren’s puppetry was the recurring encounters she experienced with the cyber junkie. The only control Lauren had in these situations was the act of relinquishing possession of her personal marionette strings into the hands of the cyber junkie. “Push the Icicle back in your pussy, bitch. And for your blatant disobedience and smarty-mouth, tighten the belt around your breasts one more notch,” he loved to punish Lauren in a calm and soothing voice. The cyber junkie was aware that the juxtaposition of his tranquil voice and his demanding tasks aroused Lauren. The pain Lauren experienced always sent trickles of liquid excitement down the insides of her caramel thighs. He loved to watch her river run. Obediently, Lauren picked up the floral end of the slick glass dildo, and she slid it back inside her vacant snatch. Wincing, she felt the return of pressure from the double penetration of the Icicle butt plug and the matching dildo. She removed a fresh terry hand cloth from her black satin bag and wiped the slick off her hands. As instructed, Lauren unfastened the buckle of the brown belt around her breasts, struggling to tighten it around her voluptuous DD cups. She exhaled every molecule of whisky-breath in her lungs and hunched her rib cage in until she finally got the belt fastened. Lauren’s overstuffed cavities and her lack of oxygen were an incredible turn on. She wanted to cum again. ~~~ It was 10 p.m. on a Wednesday; he normally got home from work by six-thirty, seven at the latest. He always called when he was running late. That was his norm Monday through Thursday. He reserved Fridays and the weekends for his children. After last night’s fiasco, Natalie wondered what was really going on with Cameron. Natalie knew that she was a desirable black woman; her beauty commanded attention wherever she went. Her pecan tan skin was the subject of constant compliments. Men’s eyes (some women’s eyes too) remained fixated on Natalie’s sumptuous breasts when she engaged in conversations. Working out and eating healthy were priorities in her life. She was a brilliant attorney, and she loved sex. What more could a man want? What would make Cameron sexually non-responsive for the past six months with all she had to offer? Natalie sipped on her cup of chamomile tea, leaned against the mahogany chest in her walk-in closet, and took mental inventory of his belongings. His clothes amounted to four suits, five dress shirts, one pair of khaki’s (he never wore blue jeans), two polo shirts, and three pairs of dress shoes. Natalie surveyed the top two drawers of the chest and found his underwear, socks, and t-shirts accounted for and present.
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