A chime sounded, indicating the striking of the hour.
He clicked into his session. As the page took its sweet arse time to load, he stole a glance over the top of his monitor and quickly scanned the empty flat for her. Where had she gone? he wondered, looking back down as his screen finally burst into life. Was she still outside with Tybald?
“Hey, everybody! Welcome to On Call,” he said, greeting the various members of his flock by name, and inviting each person to introduce themselves with an impromptu prompt. He was listening with half an ear to the first response and scrolling idly around his screen, perusing the session’s active members, searching. Then a snort escaped his lips; he turned quickly away from his camera, covering his grin with his hand. She’s in your house, dumbass, he reminded himself drily; she’s no longer to be found on your computer screen.
“Thanks, DixonHand,” he quickly threw out and into the sudden silence from his screen. Oopsie. Pay attention, Host of the Universe. He had one final thought on just where in the bloody fuck she might have actually gone, then he jumped headfirst into his hosting duties.
“Let’s go over the Sugarbell rules,” he said to his crew, clicking the drop tab at the top of his screen and displaying the bulleted text. As he read out the first rule of social decorum, he felt something soft brush against his thigh; ah, there was his pup. They were clearly back, then, from their walk. He read aloud the second rule of gentlemanly conduct to his people, whilst tucking his left hand beneath the desktop in search of his doggy’s ears.
His fingers roamed the air beneath his desk, searching for the familiar, fuzzy contours of Tybald’s skull. They were still grasping blindly without success when he felt his palm suddenly being grasped, then held firmly in place; hot breath tickled the pads of his fingers, before he felt them being sucked hard and into the confines a hot, wet mouth. Shocked by this unexpected reception, his body reacted by instinct; his arm thoughtlessly tried to yank back out again, until a sudden sharp sting of teeth on his fingers halted him, and kept him in place.
His right hand released his mouse on the desktop above, and quickly darted beneath the table too; it flailed through empty air, desperately seeking purchase, trying to locate her. He stared at the screen of people, all looking back at him; all watching. Fuck! He had to stop her. He was LIVESTREAMING. FUCK.
He felt her soft cheek pressing into his palm. He slowed for a moment, cupping her face with his right hand; his left one was still held firmly inside her mouth with her teeth. He uncupped her face, and began frantically tapping out an sos with his thumb on her cheekbone, trying to convey to her that she had had her fun, but now it was time to stop. Fuck’s sake.
Something soft and velvety slid over his left wrist, encircling it; the corresponding fingers, still being fellated inside her mouth, spasmed reflexively. Then the same soft velvet gliding over his right wrist. His panicking mind had just enough time to wonder what in the fucking fuck might just be happening right now, when he felt the warm, wet mouth holding his left hand in place pop open, and released him. He was free.
He immediately drew back his arms and lifted them out from beneath the desktop. But as he tried to send his right hand over to grasp his mouse, he met firm resistance, and heard the quiet firm clinking sound of steel against steel. His heart skipped a beat. He stole a quick glance down as he withdrew his hands and thrust them back beneath the desktop, and this time, his heart thudded to an abrupt halt.
His wrists…his wrists were bound together. She had CUFFED HIS WRISTS TOGETHER, in a shiny pair of fuzzy, leopard-print bondage cuffs.
Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
“Ummmmm…” he glanced nervously up to his camera, because, through the sheer panic and the utter disorientation and the total what-the-fucking-fuck-is-happening-right-now of his body’s reaction, his brain had also registered the long pause in the chatter on screen. “Okay!” he yelped, trying to smile like a normal person. “Thank you, Dixie Normous, and welcome,” he said, a bit desperately; he actually had no fucking idea whom had just spoken. He had chosen the first handle he saw, and prayed he’d guessed correctly. “Next up! IvanaPhoqueALot! Please come on down and introduce yourself to the group.”
As the next member began to speak, he took a deep, steadying breath, trying to regroup. He calmly lifted his bound wrists back onto the desktop, keeping them low, before resting them just before his keyboard. His cuffed wrists now sat just below the confines of his laptop’s camera, where they weren’t visible to his audience of fifteen peers. Checking his own screen on the monitor before him, he breathed out a sigh of relief. Yes, he thought, and tried to calm his racing heart. Okay. Yes. Right. That should work.
Provided he did not have to mute anyone, of course, or click on a single goddamn thing.
He finished with the introductions, then settled back into his routine, which his body could thoughtlessly plow through from muscle memory; thus allowing his brain to go on walkabout. That naughty little minx, he thought idly, shaking his head in disbelief. What a little shit she was. She was gonna get hers when the session was done. And then some.
He startled violently and nearly threw his bound hands straight up into the air; something warm and soft had pressed against his inner thigh. It began a slow, meandering crawl up his leg, towards paradise. Was that… what was it? Her fingers? he wondered; his heart began to pound again. He wondered how much more he could take before he cried uncle.
He felt her nudge the hem of his shorts before sliding her finger beneath them, tracing the line of the fabric around his thigh. Then she continued her slow climb up his leg, her entire hand inside his shorts. When she reached his boxer briefs, he gasped softly, and held his breath. Oh. Oh, fuck.
Her fingers slid beneath the elastic, and gently prowled along the seam, stopping occasionally to trace small, feathery circles on his sensitive skin. Then there was a sudden weight in his lap; a gentle pressure on his now interested cock. He froze as he felt warm air blowing onto and into the fabric of his shorts, making his cock jump with shock and delight. On the desktop above, his hands began to tremble.
Silence. He focused his unseeing eyes and glanced quickly at his monitor, but no one seemed at all put out by his silence. They each appeared to be working on individual projects; physically present, but mentally not. In the next moment, he desperately hoped they were all very deeply occupied indeed, as the sound of his fly being drawn down seemed to screech and reverberate with thunderous volume around the room.
As she dipped her hand inside his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his ever more enthusiastic cock, his body betrayed him yet again. Ignoring his brain’s commands to resist, his hips instead slid him forward on his chair, until he was balanced precariously on the end of his seat; this, of course, gave her fuller access to his good bits, and restricted him far less. Apparently needing no further invitation, she let her wet lips brush the tip of his cock in a slow, agonizing circle; then again; then again. He nearly groaned aloud when the tip of her tongue tickled its centre, and gently pushed inside. His bounds hands above her on the desktop clenched into fists.
Her tongue pulled out of his frenulum; then she gripped him at the base of his hard dick and slapped him against her closed, wet lips, again, and again. She gave one final slap against her closed mouth then pushed her face into his lap, opening her mouth and sucking hard as she moved in. The saliva covered head of his cock forced its way through the barrier of her closed lips and powered straight into her mouth, barreling relentlessly for the furthest reaches of her throat. She took him in, eagerly; wrapping her mouth around his hard dick and gliding her tongue along his shaft with enthusiasm. He heard a soft moan drift up from beneath his desktop, and wondered idly if anyone else had heard it.
He fought an urge to slam his fists onto the tabletop; people were watching, he reminded himself. But he was caring less and less, and he did not resist as his body took over. His hips pulled him briefly back from her mouth; she met this show of power by tightening the suction of her mouth, clearly thinking him attempting retreat. He gleefully thrust himself forwards with force, shoving himself in to the hilt. He met the resistance of her throat, and pushed himself in further. He felt her throat closing around his cock and knew she couldn’t breathe; so he pushed in just a little bit more. He felt drool begin to pour over his cock, spilling in streams down his shaft and sliding over his balls before dripping into his chair. On the table top above her, his hands opened and closed; his fingers flexed. It was as though they were looking to grab onto something, very roughly; her hair, or perhaps her throat. He pulled his hips back and his cock slid out of her mouth once more, almost groaning aloud as her her tongue curled around him, gripping the underside of his cock as he dragged himself through her mouth. He pulled himself out and grinned with satisfaction as she gasped for air. He gave her two time for two inhales, before cramming himself into her mouth once more.
He thrust forward hard, again, and again, barely noticing when his fists banged down on the table top. He stared unseeingly at the computer screen and opened his mouth to speak, but nothing emerged. The blood had abandoned his brain and rushed to more exciting venues, eager to throw down and get involved in this horseplay. As he pushed his way to the back of her throat again, his hips propelled him forwards, providing him better torque for cramming himself in to the hilt. In his enthusiasm, he drove too far, nearly unseating himself with his next thrust at her face. He only just managed to right himself when she caught him by the knees and pushed him back onto his seat. Then, with his cock fully inside her dripping mouth and with her no doubt completely unable to breathe, she slid her hands over the sides of his hips and grabbed him by the buttocks. Then she pushed herself away from him before digging her fingers into the muscles of his ass and driving him, hard, into the depths of her throat.
As she powered his thrusts and withdrawals by controlling his hips, he stared at his computer monitor, unable to focus his eyes. He hoped no one was aware of his antics, but he was too far gone to stop now, even if they did notice something was amiss.
Suddenly his bound hands leapt off the desktop, as though they had been shot out of a canon. They fell into his lap, then disappeared beneath the tabletop. His body began to follow, but he was soon brought up short when his ribs abruptly slammed against the edge of his desk with a bang. What the fucking fuck was happening?!? He tried to pull his hands back out, and was rewarded with another hard yank from beneath the desk. He heard the clinking of steel once again.
It was a chain, he thought dazedly. There must be a chain, attached to his wrist cuffs. He felt a bit hysterical. She was holding his wrists so tightly, he wouldn’t retrieve even an inch from this underworld she had created beneath his desk. In order to command his chain, she had been forced to release her grip on his hips; yet his cock remained firmly embedded inside her mouth.
You know what? He thought to himself, with a sudden burst of adrenaline. Fuck it. Fuck this. His self control snapped; his hips shot forward to edge of his chair again and he yanked back control of his bound wrists, grabbing her head and shoving his bound arms around it. Then he grabbed the back of her skull with both hands and pushed HER head down, positioning her exactly where he wanted her, where she could best swallow his dick whole. He held her tightly in place and thrust himself into her hard, again and again and again.
He felt drool pouring from her lips once again, covering has face and his cock and his balls. He heard the satisfying slap of his body against her wet face with each buck of his hips. He knew she couldn’t breath, yet she stayed with him; she didn’t tap out. Knowing how much she loved choking on his dick made him thrust into her throat even harder, even faster. Then, with her head held firmly between his bound hands, he crammed himself into to hilt and held himself inside her. He felt her throat trying to close over him, again and again and again; the saliva streaming down and covering them both. He pushed in a little further, his dick so hard, he felt it could break down doors. He felt her jaw unhinging, trying to accommodate him all; desperate to take him all the way in. He bucked hard against her throat, then used his bound hands to bob her head up and down on his cock; just enough to remind her of who was really in charge, here. Then he yanked himself out again and let her gasp in a few breaths. But, only a few. Then he was on her again, pushing his way through those swollen lips and powering over that cupping tongue and then slamming into the hot, wet confines of her tender throat, the way she liked it. He bobbed her head wildly, navigating her sloppy wet mouth just to his liking, whilst his rock hard dick stayed stationary. He felt her hands suddenly grabbing his thighs, her fingers digging hard into the muscles. He thought she was trying to balance herself, but soon her fingers were pushing him onwards. Her excitement was palpable; it further inflamed him, pushing him to the edge of reason. He thought those fingers were speaking for her, begging him, “Cum in me, Mr. Hobbs. Cum right down my throat; please, please, please, Mr. Hobbs.” The thought of her wanting this, wishing for him to cum down her throat, knowing how badly she wanted it, for him to shoot his load right down her throat, made him roughly pull her face right into his lap and fuck her as hard as he could. Her fingers dug into his thighs hard, her nails scratching his skin, and he knew she was excited, too. Well, then, it was time to give her what she wanted. He drove himself into her throat and then held her there as he started to climax; then his dick spasmed and cum shot out of him, right into the back of her throat. He held her rigidly in place as he pulsed inside her, feeling her mouth filling up; with all the saliva, with his cum, all of it exactly what she wanted from him, all wrapped tightly around his dick. When he was finally spent, he quickly withdrew, then tightened his biceps around her face; this forced her mouth to remain closed, so she would swallow his load, like the good little whore that she was. He felt her throat working as she swallowed his load, once, twice; he released her, and as she gasped for air from the floor beneath him, he reached his bound hands back up over the desktop and slammed closed the lid of his laptop.
Session. Over.
