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“So fucking wet, sweetheart.”
Each breath he huffed out went straight into the microphone.
“You’re dripping all over my cock. I want you to come for me. Be a good girl and come for me.”
Fantasies of his roommate filled his mind, and control loosened on his tongue.
“So small. So fucking tight. Come on my cock.”
Hazel eyes. Gorgeous ones. Glazed over as he rammed into her cunt.
"Fuck sweetheart. Fuck. "
Pants of air escaped his lungs as he came all over his hand. The depravity of his burning lust for her. The girl he adored, cherished, loved with all of his very being nearly made her name slip during the recording.
Ben reached over to the button and ended the session with a sigh, whispering her name like a prayer.
“Rey.”
He closed his eyes. It wasn’t enough to fantasize of her soft, slender body. Small breasts, perfect to fit in his palms. A lithe form so breakable he could lift her up into his arms.
It wasn’t enough to just say things out loud. He made a living off of this: making horny anonymous women orgasm while jacking off to his own dirty fantasies of his roommate. They paid him for it. He knew they would.
After all, Rey gave him the idea in the first place.
One too many drinks in her and her tongue was as loose as his when he veered to the edge of pleasure.
She spread her legs on the couch in too-tight shorts that hugged her ass. Her perky nipples showing through her thin white camisole. Slurred statements came out of her cute, pert lips.
“Bennn,” she moaned. Eyes glazed over, she took a swig from the bottle. “Benny. Benjamin.”
It would have been so easy to rip those damned shorts off and slide his cock between her thighs. She wouldn’t be able to fight back like the scrappy little girl she normally was.
“Yes, Rey?” He placed his own bottle down, having enough of the poison and wanting to see where this was going. Drunk Rey was Entertaining Rey.
And extra fuckable.
Her fingers traced his jaw. “Your voice is so sexy. Sex. C. Like the letter.” She giggled.
“Oh?”
“It’s so deep… So deeeeep. I wanna pay you to read erotica out loud. The hot shit written by women.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What do you define as hot?”
“I don’t knowwww…” She laid her head down on his lap and it was too tempting to grab her by the hair and force his cock down her throat. “Just. Hot shit.”
Ben decided to get up before he lost control. “Alright, I think you need to go to bed, Rey.”
“Bennnn pleaseee read erotica. For meee.”
He hauled her up into his arms and placed her in her bed.
That little idea sprung into something more. So much more.
Each cent he earned from erotic ASMR went into a special savings fund. For the future. For the life he planned out together with Rey.
She just didn’t know it yet.
Pulling himself out of reminiscing of that night, Ben cleaned up and checked his bank account. He made another deposit into the nest egg savings. A little house full of plants. Green and pale yellow walls. A ring with a violet sapphire on her finger. She would be so happy. She deserved good things.
Working on editing the audio, he cringed at listening to his own words, even if they were true. He had to remove anything that gave him away to someone astute like Rey. Save for the sweethearts. Those were important to him. A little special touch.
Like she even did listen to his work.
Rey was a frugal sort. Always wanting to save every little penny. She would never shell out money for any luxuries or superfluous items if possible. Always keeping pennies in her little piggy bank one by one. Only time she got items was if they needed replacing or they aided her in functionality. Supplies for college. Handmade dryer sheets. Everything she entertained herself with was either free on her phone, from the library, or paid for by Ben via streaming subscriptions. He didn't think of her of the sort to shell out for ASMR.
Usually on Friday nights, she would be out and about until late, giving Ben time to record in peace in the evening.
Leaving his abode, he went to the kitchen by the door. Her shoes weren't out of place by the door. Far from it. Like they were never touched in the first place.
Her door was firmly shut. Oddly. It was left ajar whenever she went out and yet it was closed a little bit early.
Something inside of him wanted to know if she was home. So he curled his hand around the knob and turned it slowly, heart pounding in his chest.
She was asleep, curled up in her bed in the darkened room. All the burdens of the world faded from her relaxed posture. Earbuds in her ears, connected to her phone.
Her unlocked phone.
Ben approached slowly, careful not to awake his sleeping beauty. He picked up the phone and saw his own ASMR audio playing. On his paid subscription site. It was a sleep aid one, but that was cross-posted to other websites for free, which meant…
He put her phone down, smiling to himself.
Little naughty girl, getting off to his voice.
Maybe she knew and she didn’t say anything. Or maybe she didn’t connect the dots, considering how he talks differently during the day to her. Casually. Annoyed with her antics. Nothing like the man behind the microphone.
Oh, the temptation to climb on top of her and play with her in her sleep.
Her chest rose and fell, her camisole tight around her small breasts. He wanted to reach over and squeeze a nipple between his fingers. Wanted to reach underneath and trace her soft skin. Her lips parted and she turned over.
He needed to leave before he stole a kiss from her.
Backing away, he kept her username in mind. There had to be a way to see her statistics on his end. And if not, getting her password would be easy.
Closing the door slowly, his breath did not waver. Giddiness overtook him.
Time to see what kind of a naughty little whore Rey was.