Business woman and cam girl on special vacation – part 5

Isabel shrugged. “Enh, close enough.”

I was, apparently, stuck. It was only ten more minutes, that part was fine, but I had a sneaking suspicion I was in fact going to have to get my tits out here. Isabel knew what she was doing with this stuff.

Sure enough, before time was up, we hit our goal. Isabel acted delighted and really took her time moving in behind me, untying my bikini top, and slowly pulling it away entirely. I felt myself blush at being exposed, and also from Isabel’s breath on my neck and the teasing touch of her fingers on my skin.

“Ok, I really have to go,” I said.

“Mmhm, in a minute,” Isabel said. She reached around me to gently cup my boobs from behind and play with them a little. “Just a minute.”

“You were hoping for this, weren’t you?”

“Always a good time,” Isabel said, not sounding the slightest bit sorry about it.

I let her have her fun until my cheeks felt like they were burning. I wasn’t as comfortable with the audience as she was, and there was a limit to what I could handle all at once. Admittedly, I was getting kind of embarrassingly wet too.

Isabel blew me a kiss as I slunk away after, then turned back to gush to her chat about me. I had a quick smoke before getting back to work just to try and calm myself some. It helped a little.

I was going to need to figure out a better system for getting my work done. As it was, I was in danger of having my work suffer as soon as I’d started working remotely, and I didn’t care for the blow my reputation would take if that happened.

Luckily Isabel mostly behaved herself. ‘Behaved’ being a relative term when it came to camping, I suppose. She mostly just did some sexy stuff for tips, and spent more than her usual amount of time just talking. Largely about me, when I cared to pay attention.

As soon as she was done, though, Isabel marched over to me, plucked my laptop away, and summarily settled herself in my lap as regally and decisively as if it was her throne.

“Well hello,” I said, wrapping my arms around her. “Guess it was time for a break anyway.”

“You were working too hard.”

“I could have been watching porn for all you know.”

“No, I’d know,” Isabel said.

“I see.”

“I’m ready for an orgasm.”

I snorted. “Are you, indeed?”

“Mmhm!”

“Well… what say I eat your pussy then, and after that we can grab some food.”

“Sounds good,” Isabel said. “Except….”

“Yes?”

“Wanna try something a little different?”

I arched an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Like… I’ll show you.”

Isabel led me by the hand inside and to the bedroom. She had to bend over to retrieve something out of her closet, which was a sufficiently hot view on its own, let alone when she stood up again with something quite naughty in her hands.

“A strapon?” I asked.

Isabel nodded.

“You… want to use that on me?” I asked, tilting my head slightly.

“Oh, uh, no. Not exactly.” She held the toy out to me. “I got it and thought that maybe… you’d use it on me?”

I smirked gently. “Oh really?”

“You know. Like could pin me down some and fuck me with it. That kind of thing.”

“You got it just in case I’d want to use it on you, huh?”

Isabel’s lips twitched mischievously. “I was pretty sure I could convince you.”

She had me there. She could convince me of practically anything if she put her mind to it.

Isabel helped me get the strapon attached properly. I’d never actually used one before. I was familiar with them in principle, but actually wearing one was different.

“This is kinda weird,” I said, swinging back and forth and feeling the weight of a fake dick wobble down by my hips.

Isabel’s eyes followed the movement closely. “It’s kinda hot is what it is.”

“You’re a little horny right now, aren’t you?”

“More like a lot horny, actually.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t just, like, try and trick me into pegging you on stream.”

Isabel bit her lip and gave me a shy look. My eyes widened.

“Oh god, you want me to, don’t you?” I said.

“Well, you know, maybe. It could be fun. And it would be a good tip goal some days. For particularly horny shows.”

I advanced on Isabel who backed up toward her bed, eyes shining with anticipation.

“Are some shows not horny?” I asked.

“Well… some less than others,” Isabel said.

Her legs bumped into her bed and she couldn’t back up any further. I kept advancing, smiling at how Isabel held her breath in quiet hope just before I pushed her over onto her mattress.

I fell on top of Isabel, pinning her down, kissing her warmly. She met my embraces eagerly, kissing me back and even reaching down to my strapon and stroking it up and down.

“That would probably feel really nice if it wasn’t just a toy you were playing with,” I said.

Isabel giggled. “Sorry, got caught up in it there.”

I looked at her as she took her hand away, then gently caught her wrist and put her hand right back. “Keep going.”

“Unf.”

Isabel half closed her eyes as she started stroking the dildo again, acting like it was actually my cock. It was a weird feeling for me, I didn’t ordinarily have any desire for such an appendage, nor someone to act as though I did, but there was some kind of pleasure involved, thrice removed from reality though it may have been. Isabel stroked me like she wanted to get me horny and ready, and because of her intentions it actually was kind of working.

“I’m going to fuck you,” I said in a calm, firm, no-arguments kind of tone.

Isabel took a sharp intake of breath, nearly a full gasp, and stroked me harder for a moment, again with that weird disconnect of reality.

As I pushed my hips toward her she stopped playing around and pressed the head of my strapon to her pussy. I waited patiently while she rubbed it back and forth over her lips–either psyching herself up or spreading pussy juices around–then thrust gently toward her again.

“Oh V,” Isabel whispered as her pussy lips parted around me.

I smirked and kissed her cheek, just brushing my lips on her skin. I had the sudden foolish desire to be able to feel her parting around me, to actually penetrate her myself. It wasn’t really about that, though. Isabel wanted me to peg her, so that was what I was going to do.

That was more than enough for me as we worked together to stuff her pussy. Just the look in her eyes, my name on her lips. The name she’d given me, really, as no one else had ever called me just V before. It was special to me now, and in particular it sent little thrills through me when she helplessly moaned it while squirming in sexual overload.

“You can fuck me harder,” Isabel said.

“Oh can I?” I asked, nibbling at her earlobe.

She turned her head away ticklishly, which only let me have an easier time getting her other ear.

“I won’t break,” she said.

“And you don’t mind if I try breaking you, do you?” I asked knowingly.

Her expression told me all I needed to know, on the off-chance that I wasn’t perfectly aware already.

“You like me holding you down and taking what I want, don’t you?” I accused gently.

Isabel blushed, but stuck her chin out defiantly. “Like you didn’t already know that.”

“Hehe, fair enough. Maybe I just want it slow and loving though, what about that?”

Isabel pouted as I thrust in and out of her sweet little pussy with continued love and care. I only smiled at her protests.

She gave in and wrestled me over on my back, straddling herself atop me.

“Not fair,” she said.

“What’s not?” I asked, admiring her beautiful form over me while she was slowly grinding on my strapon.

“You’re supposed to fuck the shit out of me.”

“Yes, what a cruel person I am trying to make slow, sweet love to my–“

Isabel growled and rode me harder. She had a stance on her like she was majestically riding a horse in the nude rather than bouncing on a dildo. I ran my hands up her bare sides, basking in the feelings she produced in me.

“Sometimes I want that,” Isabel said. “But I waited all today, being so patient, and I just–“

I laughed and rolled Isabel back over again when she wasn’t expecting it. I pinned her down again, made sure my strapon was still inside her where it should be, then thrust hard in her wet little pussy.

Isabel moaned and clung to me while I fucked her. Her arms wrapped around me almost immediately, and her legs followed as Isabele lowered down. She held me like she didn’t want to ever let go, which made me work harder at pounding her like she wanted.

“What do you want?” I whispered into her ear.

“Mmhm!”

“You’re holding me awfully tight.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

Isabel slowly released her grip on me, whimpering happily as my extra freedom of movement led to drilling her pussy harder and deeper. She panted and caressed my face, kissing me every chance she got.

Then, abruptly, she pushed me away. I sat back on my knees, terribly confused for a moment, watching Isabel roll around to her front.

“Did I wear you out already?” I asked. “I did say that–“

“What? No. I just want a different position,” Isabel said, squirming around a bit to get comfortable. “I think you’d hit my g-spot better this way.”

Isabel looked back at me over her shoulder while lifting her lower half up on her knees. Having her bottom pointed at me like that was altogether too tempting a target. Isabel wiggled her booty at me as though the gesture was even necessary.