"'You should let me win because you two liberal sluts needs a good fucking so you'll stop whining about feminism and start making babies. I'd love to put my warm seed in both of you filthy whores to show you what being a woman is really all about.'" I read the comment out loud to Jamie who was in the bedroom getting dressed with the door open.
"Do you think he realizes that last bit makes it sound like
he's
a woman?" I called out towards the bedroom.
"Honey, I'd be surprised to find out if he knew any words with more than two syllables." Jamie answered and I giggled.
"Oh my god, this one's spelling is awful." I said to which Jamie quickly replied I was one to talk.
"'If I win I am going to ravage both of you with my massive meat and show you what a real cock looks like.'" I read out loud and heard Jamie laugh from the bedroom.
"'Massive meat' - below three inches, gu-ran-teed. Christ men are morons..."
"'I've got just what you two girls need, a big, strong man who's willing to-' Eeew no no no!"
"What?!" Jamie rushed out, half-dressed and read the comment. Once she finished, she let out a huge laugh. "Sorry hun, some people like that."
"Noooooo thank you." I said shaking my head and feeling grossed out. I glanced at Jamie as she walked back to the bedroom. "You don't-" I began.
"Definitely not, hun. No way, I'm up for a lot of things but not
that
." Relieved, I kept on reading one or two more messages we'd gotten sent in as contest entries.
Jamie hadn't been wrong; fan contests like this usually brought in around two- to three hundred dollars in direct donations and four or five new subscribers. Those subscribers usually only stayed a month, she said, but still. So far she seemed right on the money. She hadn't done one in ages -- actually the last one she did was the one I'd eavesdropped into what seems like forever ago. She said it was a bit tricky, if you did them too often people would catch on that it was rigged.
"So, who do you think we should actually go with?" Jamie asked, now doing her makeup. I scrolled through the suggestions, not answering. "Trevor again?" she added.
"We definitely can't actually let someone from the site do it?" I asked.
"Come on Beth, you really want to let some random guy from the internet have their way with us?" Jamie asked.
"No, of course not." I said, probably pretty unconvincingly.
"You're so shit at lying, hun." Jamie replied, teasingly. "Some guy who could be whoever, who might have all sorts of STDs?"
"The contest rules say they have to provide a clear test result from a doctor." It was true; Jamie had written down some pretty sound rules for the contest -- to make it believable. Apart from a clear STD test result they had to provide an ID proving their age, they had to pay for their own travels, sign a consent form and agree to meet up prior to the shoot in a public location. Sounded safe enough to me.
"Okay, what if they're married? Or a stalker?" I nodded. Sure, those were concerns. But still... a total stranger... the thought appealed to me. But I dropped it.
"I guess you're right." I said.
"If not Trevor we could always ask your boyfriend." Jamie said, still with a teasing note in her voice. I laughed.
"He can't even work up the courage to fuck me. I don't think he'd be willing to go on camera." Which was true, but I also felt very strongly that I wanted to keep Toby out of that side of my life. Which may sound weird, given that that side of my life was how we met. I guess I was being a bit protective of him.
"Really? Still?"
"Yeah." I said, not hiding my disappointment. It had been another week and I'd been with Toby twice more now -- each time had gone pretty much the same. We'd make out, have some foreplay -- and by now I'd started telling him how to finger me, and found to my delight Toby had some skill in that regard, actually -- then I'd get on top of him.
Which wasn't bad! Not at all. It's just every time I offered another way he'd get all nervous and stammer and lose his confidence. Even though I'd done all but beg him. Jesus I wanted that boy to not just let me ride him but
fuck
me. I wanted that big dick of his in me from behind where I could feel all of it, where I could let go and just let him do me.
"You drop any hints?" Jamie asked. I thought back to last week when I'd bent over in front of him, exposing my naked ass and invited him to take me.
"One or two."
