Sheep Finder: Look back up at me, Little Bo Peep. I want to see those pretty eyes when you talk to me.
A shudder runs through me as I flit my gaze to the camera. “What else you wanna see?”
Sheep Finder:Relax.
Sucking in a breath, I slump in my chair. “It’s not easy when you’re being watched.”
Sheep Finder:No, I imagine not. But you like it, don’t you? Being peeped on. Caught doing things others shouldn’t be able to see.
My breaths stammer and I lick my lips. “What makes you think that?”
Sheep Finder:You light up on camera. You’re glowing now, and when I mention being able to see you, your face elates. You don’t stop your robe from falling open, moving from side to side so more of you can be exposed. You want me to see what you’re willing to show. You want me to see you.
My breaths stick to the roof of my mouth, and it isn’t until I look down that I realize I’m grinding against the chair, my hard cock creating a wet stain over my panties.
Sheep Finder:Let me see what this is doing to you. Show me.
I tug at my sash and slide my robe off my shoulders, my piercings catching in the light, and I scoot closer to the camera with my nipples beading.
Sheep Finder:Lower.
With panting breaths, I lower the webcam and spread my legs.
Sheep Finder: Mmm, so fucking wet. I bet you taste so sweet too. Shove those fingers into your panties.
Arching my back, I slide my hand down the center of my body and slip my fingers under my waistband. Light as a feather, their brush sends a thrill through me, and I gather precum from my tip.
Sheep Finder:That’s a good Little Bo. Now lick your fingers.
My heart hammers and my hand trembles as I remove it from my underwear. Seconds later I’m sucking my fingers between my lips, tongue swirling around my salty skin. I moan, rolling my hips. I haven’t been this turned on since . . . since the shower when I pretended I was being watched by my sexy neighbor.
What if he’s right outside my window and really watching me this time? What if another animal got out and he was on his way to my front door, but was stopped by what he saw through the open curtains? He’d have a good view of the side of me. I don’t turn to look, not wanting to kill the fantasy, and just keep staring ahead.
Sheep Finder:Looks like it tastes good. Those sounds tell me exactly what I’m missing. Would you let me suck on those fingers too if I were there?
I slip my fingers out of my mouth, words caught in my throat.
Sheep Finder:Would you let me show you what I want you to do to my cock with that sweet little mouth of yours?
My mouth waters. For all I know this man could be some eighty-year-old or hiding in his office from his pregnant wife.
I cringe on the inside, hoping none of that’s true. Shaking my bad thoughts away, I snap back into working mode, except I don’t really have to try hard with him.
“Yes.”
Sheep Finder:You’d need more than two fingers. I’d need to make sure you were able to spread those lips wide enough.
“Can you show me now?”
Sheep Finder:Is that what you want, baby? For me to prepare you for my cock?
“Please,” I say with my voice uneven.
Sheep Finder:I want that too. I need you to be ready for when the time comes because I won’t be gentle. I’ll be too impatient for that.
A delicious shiver runs through me. It’s role play. That’s all he’s doing. He’s not ever actually going to see me in person. We’re probably not even in the same state and he has no idea where I am. I keep all my details a secret, using a fake name and lying about where I’m from.
“I don’t want gentle. I like it rough. I want it to hurt.”