Chapter three

Chelle slammed the door behind her so hard the frame rattled. Her bag hit the couch next, followed by her voice sharp and furious

“You will not believe what happened today!” she snapped, pacing the living room like thunder

Daisy looked up from her laptop, startled. “Whoa, what happened ?”

“I almost killed someone today !” Chelle threw her hands in the air.

“Easy Mohammed Ali” daisy replied

“Some rich jerk in a suit nearly made me lose my mind on the road today. My cab driver tried to cheat me, and when I stood my ground, guess what the almighty Ken doll in the back seat did? Rolled down his tinted window and decided not to mind his Danm business !”

Daisy blinked. “Ken doll?”

“Yes! He looked like one of those corporate barbies slick hair, wristwatch that probably costs my rent for a year, that stupid calm expression like the world revolves around him!” Chelle fumed, dragging her fingers through her hair. “And the worst part? He actually said, ‘You’re too beautiful to act like this.’ Can you imagine? Like my face means I should shut up and smile while the cab driver scams me?”

Daisy tried not to laugh but failed miserably. “Oh, Chelle…”

“This isn’t funny, Daisy!” Chelle spun toward her, eyes blazing.

“Okay, okay,” Daisy said, raising her hands in surrender. “So tell me … what did you do?”

“What could I do?” Chelle dropped onto the couch, fuming. “He tossed money at the situation and drove off. Like that’s supposed to fix everything. Like we’re all just waiting for scraps from his perfect, rich-boy life.” She groaned, grabbing a pillow and hugging it tight. “People like him think money makes them untouchable and the cab driver was kidding his rich ass”

Daisy’s voice softened. “Maybe he didn’t mean it that way and don’t blame the cab driver too if I was him I would kiss a rich boys ass too or more than his ass”she says laughing

“Ewww gross,” Chelle muttered, hitting her sister with a chair pillow . “You should’ve seen his face — calm, cold, like I was wasting his precious time. Ugh! I hope he spills coffee on that perfect suit of his tomorrow.”

Daisy chuckled again, sliding beside her. “You’re scary when you’re mad, you know that?”

“I hope he sees me in his dream and for him that’s nightmare” she folds her arm pouts her mouth

For a moment, silence hung in the air , then they both burst out laughing. Chelle’s anger softened, but that image of his face, that unbothered arrogance… it stayed. She didn’t know why, but something about him lingered the kind of annoyance you can’t quite shake off.

Night fell and she pecked daisy goodnight even though she’s too old for that she still do it anyways each time she wants to sleep , she goes into her room and locks the door at the back and decide to do more than make a call today and earn extra cash so she logged into the web cam site today as she slides her mask on .With the camera only displaying her body from the neck down, chelle smiled at some of their comments. Many had missed her and showed it by the look of all the tokens that popped up on the screen in such a short time frame.

“Monster01,how have you been? I’ve missed you too,” she replied aloud to a regular viewer.

Unlike being on the phone, during a webcam session chelle could take her time. It wasn’t solely up to the viewers to run the show. They could request acts they wanted to see her perform, but she wasn’t obligated to do any of them. She had her limits and specialties. chelle knew what brought her in the most money and was even willing to try out a few new tricks in the future. For now, she showed love to the people in her chat section.

With her legs crossed, chelle massaged her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers. Her eyes gleamed at the money and comments flowing in. She moved at her pace, rolling her light brown eyes at some of the rude comments she saw, but kept it moving. If it got too out of hand, she’d just block them from entering another video with her.

“You guys want me to strip tonight?” Teasingly, she eased the strap of

her cami down.

Hearts, heart eyes, tongues, and more tokens flashed across the screen.

Setting her own pace, chelle finally went to remove her top altogether when a private message request popped up. It was the first one of the night and, quite frankly, one she was happy to open. He was her favorite.

$hy pus : Just the person I wanted to see.

Pressure: Looking how you do, I’m sure.

$hy pus : What do you have in mind tonight?

Pressure: I want to see you come for only me.

Her clit throbbed.

Pressure, or whomever he was behind the moniker, certainly lived up to his name. On more than one occasion had she been given the pleasure to talk him through his nut while he did the same for her. His voice was distinctive. One she loved hearing serenade her ears as she climaxed. He’d talked her through plenty of air gasping orgasms over the months, and sadly, she had never seen his face. Just his dick and the star tattoo on his hand … and what a gorgeous piece of wood his dick was.Over the chatting back and forth that quickly, Pressure called her on video. With the meter on the side of the screen timing, chelle was all in now. With him she enjoyed the experience, but the money was always good too.

As always, her mouth watered at the sight of him. Her pussy began to leak knowing what was in store for her. Pressure was dominant. He loved to control on most days, and chelle loved to give it to him.

“Are you ready for me today ?” In a tone that had chelle reaching for her black lace mask that covered

everything except eyes and lips. She’d never shown her full face.

“Move to the bed. I want you spread out.”

Doing as told, she stood and maneuvered her equipment so that it was now facing the queen-sized bed. Still standing, chelle put on a show without him asking. Her hands caressed her body as she gave him a nice view from behind. Looking over her shoulder, chelle winked. His face wasn’t in sight, but his body was, and she knew his eyes were glued to her.

She wished he could be there to lift and fuck her while flipping her every which way. Slightly bent over on the bed, the view of her from the back had him stroking his dick. Slowly, chelle ran her fingers over her slick nether lips and arched her back.

Spreading her puffy lips, she flashed him a view of her pink center and how

wet he’d already made her. The second she grazed her engorged clit, he spoke.

“Turn around.” His voice was low, a bit raspy, and smooth as butter.

Any command of his, her body willingly followed.

Perched at the edge of the bed with her legs spread, chelle ran her hands down her thighs. She was waiting for his direction. Her body suddenly yearned for it. Foreplay with him always made her orgasms the best. Their roles were reversed. As if she were the paying customer, her prolonged need of permission to come always left her panting and wanting more.

chelle ’s chest heaved slowly as she watched him intently. Extra saliva gathered in her mouth as his glistening pole called out to her. The veins in his hand were just as thick as the ones lining his dick. The tip was her favorite. Thick and pink, chelle knew it tasted just as good as it looked.

His hands were big, always clean, and the type of manly hands she knew would feel much better caressing her. Licking her lips, chelle pinched at her nipples.

“You better not come until I tell you to.”

She let out a small huff. He learned early on that her nipples were a sensitive area. From wherever he was in the world, Pressure had studied her reactions. The way she arched her back when he said certain words. How her stomach sank in as she came. The way her mouth slightly fell open and the throaty moans she released were embedded in his mind.

“You hear me, shy pus ?”

“Mhm. I hear you,” she moaned, ignoring his demand.

That was their thing. She’d disobey, and he’d punish her. Letting go of the grip he had on his dick, Pressure let it fall against his stomach with a thud. It was heavy and harder than chelle had seen it.

“Why’d you stop?” She damn near whined.

“You like this dick?”

“Yes. I love it.”

Pressure massaged his balls and began stroking himself again with care.

“I want you to come hard for me tonight. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” chelle agreed. Sitting up, she went to reach for her vibrator, but he stopped her.

“Nah. Just your fingers and my voice.”

A chill crept down her spine. Pressure also knew how quickly her vibrator made her climax. Tonight, he wanted to play the edging game. He had nothing but time. Little did he know, chelle ’s body was going to betray them both. The wet sounds of his hand strokes were just enough to spike her arousal.

“Finger that wet pussy for me. Keep rubbing that clit. Mhm, yeah. Just like that.”

chelle ’s head fell back. She rubbed in slow circles, letting his voice take her to the next level.

“You gon’ let me cum in that tight pussy? Make you take all this dick.”

“Shit,” she shrieked, feeling her leg tremble already.

“You so damn fine. Look at that pussy. You so wet, baby. I know you feel so fucking good.”

“I do,” chelle moaned, struggling to lift her head. His words had her dizzy.

Sliding one then two fingers inside of her, she widened her legs for him.

Her pussy pulsed with each stroke of her digits, coating them in a slickness Pressure wanted on his tongue, in his beard, and definitely on his dick.

He watched in awe as her clit seemed to enlarge. When she did touch it

with those pink acrylic nails he liked, her breath got caught in her throat.

“Yeah. That’s it. You wanna feel this dick? Let me stroke that warm mouth of yours.”

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned as her eyes rolled.

chelle wanted to come so badly. The erotic sounds of their session

echoed throughout her room, resounding with so much passion. Pressure was close too. The quickened pace of his strokes alerted her. Lifting her

frame, chelle decided to take over. This was her job after all. Intently, they watched one another get off. She didn’t have to be told to rub her clit at a faster speed. Her nipples were hard and tender, center soaking wet, and face flushed behind her mask. She wished she could see his face, but she’d settle for now.

“Oooh, you feel so good fucking me. You’re gonna make me come.”

“I want you to. Make that pretty pussy squirt for me.”

Passing up her vibrator, chelle grabbed one of her many dildos, one similar to the shape, size, and color of Pressure’s. With the help of her slick folds, the dildo slid in with ease. Filling her up, chelle spread her legs more.

The sight before him made Pressure groan in appreciation. Her wetness dripped down her thighs and ass cheeks. When she pulled it out with a popping sound, then frantically rubbed it over her clit, she squirted some.

“Fuck,” Pressure hissed through gritted teeth. “You gon’ make me nut.”

“Come for me. You want to nut all in this pussy, don’t you? This wet

pussy is yours,” she exclaimed.

His strokes increased. The tightness of one hand wrapped around the base of his dick while the other jerked the rest had chelle fixated. The low rumble of his grunts, rise and fall of his chest, and pulsing dick had her inserting her dildo back inside. She was so turned on, and that turned Pressure on even more. The sopping sounds of her pussy encouraged him.

chelle ’s screams pierced the air as liquid gushed from her center.

“Uugghh! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she cried out just as Pressure did the same.

Only his release was manlier. The type that brought a bit of hearing back to chelle just so she could enjoy the sound of him as he came.

“Ugh, shit. Fuck,” he groaned as thick spurts of cum decorated his stomach.Pressure’s dick jumped and twitched as it stuck up in the air. Hearing the pleased tone of his voice aroused chelle even more. Gently, she patted her wet mound and leaned forward some into the camera.

“I wish I could suck your dick. It’s so fucking hard and pretty.”

“Shy pus ,” Pressure groaned, loving the glint of pleasure in her eyes.

“Yes, baby?”

“You earned every dollar tonight.”

chelle chuckled and licked her lips. “Thank you. Hopefully, we can do

this again. Next time, I’m calling the shots.”

Pressure made his dick jump. “We’ll see. Have a good night, shy pus .”

“You too.”

Once off the site, chelle tossed her body back into the bed. It was still tingling from the euphoric high Pressure had taken her to “this really made up my bad day” she said to herself and she goes into the bathroom and showers and had the best sleep of her life .