Chapter 11

Marit has lots of toys.

Now she’s sitting, legs spread, holding a big, moving, glowing, vibrator and pressing it to her pussy over her panties.

The urge to touch yourself is strong, but you resist. The activity on her stream feed is heating up. You don’t know how any of it works, but she’s definitely making some money. The sounds she makes are adorable, and she has a hypnotically jiggly body.

She’s not faking anything. She’s genuinely enjoying herself because you can see how wet her legs are.

“OK,” she says finally, sounding a bit breathless, but also impatient. She glances at you and throws her toy aside, getting up on her hands and knees. That’s your cue.

You quickly roll a condom onto yourself and stiffly climb onto the bed. She’s still got her underwear on. Blushing behind your mask, you pull the frilly, red panties down to her thighs, revealing her rear end and soaked, waiting pussy. She’s more groomed than Famke, but you can still see all the juices glistening in her hair down there.

You put your hands on her warm, round hips and glide inside. Her reaction is instantaneous and sexy. She squeezes you and gasps, arching her back.

You keep it simple, moving your hips and setting a nice tempo, creating a soundtrack of gentle slapping that goes nicely with her gasps. She’s too into it to engage with her stream, but it sounds like she’s getting even more tips now. You try not to look at the preview, even though Marit takes up most of the frame and your face is hidden.

It’s embarrassing, but it still feels good.

You hear a quiet creak and turn to look, still thrusting.

A figure stands in the doorway. For a second your brain doesn’t work, then it does. Is that Lotte? It looks like Lotte, even though she’s wearing an owl mask. But it can’t be Lotte because she’s still at the college. Or is she?

The… twin? Senna. You decide that it has to be Senna. She’s wearing black lingerie and holding a riding crop.

You’re about to say something, but Senna leaps onto the bed behind you and strikes your bare ass with the crop as hard as she can. You cry out, slamming into Marit, who lets out a scream of total ecstasy at the sudden shift in power and tempo.

Senna wails on you with the crop, raining vicious blows on your ass that sting so much that it brings you to tears. You want to pull free and **** her, but you’re on camera! The show must go on! You grind your teeth and deal with it until you can’t anymore, and the sounds you make are **** and loud, not pain or pleasure, but Marit’s even louder than you are. She grabs the covers and presses her face into the mattress, pushing her hips up toward you.

Senna reaches around to your mask, and your heart stops as you fear she’s about to pull it off.

But she’s just faking you out to give you a heart attack. She takes her hand away, and you look back at her only for her to hit you one last time, even harder on the rear.

You explode inside Marit, who shrieks and falls flat, writhing under you.

Your finish was so intense that you might have blacked out for a second. Marit’s climax is still going, massaging your shaft as she whimpers into the sweaty sheets. You rest on her soft, sweaty back, numb below the waist.

You look up, but Senna’s gone. There’s no sign of her.

“OK,” Marit gasps, reaching out with one finger to pause the stream. “Oohh…” she moans in satisfaction.

You politely climb off her… but your butt is so sensitive that you jump in pain and roll quickly onto your side.

“Oh no,” Marit says, seeing the red welts on your cheeks. Wobbling a little, she gets up and hurries out, inner thighs glistening. “I will get it!” she shouts. Get what?

You dizzily try to get your breath. Your ass stings and the condom is still on you, the end of it swollen up with your huge load. You peel it off and drop it over the side of the bed with a groan.

Marit returns with some kind of cream. She shuts the laptop and gets on the bed with you. In a second her hands are on your rear, rubbing the cream in. It works right away, and you feel better… and worse. Somehow, having her spreading cream on your booty is even more embarrassing than everything that came before.

But you don’t say anything. You don’t have the energy.

You and Marit are spent. You just lie on the bed, propped up by pillows while she sits beside you, naked, lighting up a joint that she just rolled. She offers it to you.

“Fuck it,” you say, and take it for a puff. You don’t love weed, but that shit was intense.

“Thank you,” Marit says when you hand it back. “For helping me.”

“Why’s Senna such a bitch?” you ask her bluntly, stifling a little cough.

“Senna,” Marit says, looking sad. She glances at the door that Senna came through. “It is my fault.” She settles down beside you, sighing. “Senna and Lotte… Senna does terrible things. I thought that if I showed her more love, she would not. I was wrong. And by doing it I made Lotte feel like I did not love her.”

“Jesus,” you mutter. “Does she crash your streams often?”

“Never,” Marit replies.

Just for you. Nice.

“Thank you for helping me,” Marit says again, leaning to look at you. Her eyes travel down your body. “Lotte is very lucky.”

You laugh. “Let me have more of that.” You get the joint back. “And Famke and Elenora? Do they bone like that every night? How do you ever sleep?”

“Sometimes I sleep here,” Marit confesses, lowering her voice as though it’s some shameful secret.

“I don’t blame you,” you say. “Why not just move out?”

“Suze,” Marit replies. There’s a lot in that one word. What about Suze? What are they doing? Protecting her from Senna?

Jesus. Crazy people. You puff harder.