Watching gaming streams wasn't something she thought she'd ever spend time doing, let alone how much she had been lately. She couldn't help herself. She'd stumbled upon His stream three months ago, and she had been hooked by his voice. It was a strong, deep voice that made her tingle. It couldn't be helped that she had a thing for men's voices, they did something for her that was unexplainable.
He had become a friend over time. She was his first regular viewer, and chatted with him while he played. Lately her commentary had gotten flirtatious. He didn't seem to mind. So she kept trying to push just a little farther with each stream.
It worked out well for her since she was a shy, timid woman when faced with someone in real life, especially men. She hadn't even been on a date yet. Practicing her flirting with GanjaGamer89 gave her something to look forward to every night, and to be perfectly honest, fueled her x rated fantasies. The things she wanted to do with him would make a prostitute blush. It always went back to that voice!
"You seem frustrated Ganja." she typed into their private chat after he once again fell off the platform and growled. "Haven't gotten laid lately have you? Lol."
The Voice, as she called it in her head, keyed up his mic, "Well, no.. " he cleared his throat.
She began typing her words carefully, trying to rile him up without being too obvious.
Mm. Me either. I feel like I'd be less tense if I got laid, too. I know how you feel..
"Oh? What do you do when you get like that?"
She felt her pussy contract slightly. Was he asking her what she thought he was?
What do you mean?
"Well, you said you get
tense
. What do you do to relieve that tension?" His voice had gotten just a little deeper, slightly quieter in her headphones.
I'll tell you since you asked so nicely ;). I find a good story or video and, well, I relieve myself of my tension. You know what I mean.
She heard his voice catch, like he felt the mood too. Her pussy throbbed. Hurriedly, she typed,
What about you? Do you find something stimulating and get off?
A few beats went by before she heard his reply. His voice, slightly strained, "I suppose, I uh, do. I mean, sometimes you just have to.. nut." She absent-mindedly began rubbing her right nipple with her fingers, a vision of a faceless man with his cock in hand coming to mind. She squirmed in her seat. They'd never come this close to the line before, and at this point they'd pretty much walked across. It was exciting her more and more.
I'd love to see you get off. It's making me wet thinking about it. Does that make me bad?
She sent the message and immediately blushed. There was no way she'd have ever been able to say something like that to him if he were next to her. She hoped that her own hormones didn't just push away her online friend. Then, she heard a groan. It took a moment for her to realize it was him. Was he turned on too? Like, actually...
"You can't say something like that, Tulip." Another moan could be heard. His breathing... It seemed fast to her.
Why not? Is there a problem. I think it would be hot to watch a guy cum.
Again a moan came through her headphones. He really was getting turned on by what she said. She decided to keep going.
Does that turn you on? Are you imagining me playing with my bald pussy while you make yourself cum?
An even loader moan came through. She began tweaking her nipple more. Her pussy was fully soaked now. Her clit was begging to be touched, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. At least not until she went to bed tonight. She realized that the moaning she was hearing hadn't fully stopped. She could hear ragged breathing with low moans... She watched enough videos to have an idea of what he was doing.
Just think, I could cum right in front of you. I think I'd have a good time watching you. Ha. I'm so fucking wet right now just thinking about it.
His moaning got more intense. She knew he was getting off on their conversation. She looked up to see who all was listening to him stroke his cock, when she realized the chat was empty. He had made it private. His game was just as if he'd walked away from it mid stage. He obviously wasn't playing.. well he was, just not the game.
She kept on typing while she listened to him moan and gasp. She told him things she'd only thought about in the darkness of her room. Like how she liked to pinch her nipples while she played with her puss, how wet she was from listening to him, how much she wanted him to cum in her mouth.
You'd like that wouldn't you? Shooting your load down my throat. I feel a little slutty, letting you see what a perv I am. Tell me what gets you off..
She didn't have long to wait before his oh so sexy voice could be heard.