Eric

With so many men vying for her attention, all ordering the teenaged girl to give more and more of herself to them, Becky did not realize that Eric had gone offline. And lost in the feeling of submitting to a group of internet strangers, she was distracted enough to miss the sound of her door opening and her mother's old friend step in.

She did not miss the hand on her naked shoulder. With a start, she turned to see the man who sent her the laptop standing behind her. Eyes wide, she stared speechlessly up at him, so surprised that she did not even try to cover her naked body. The messages chimed in on the laptop behind her, but she couldn't see them.

"I knew you'd be a good girl, Becky," he said, gently stroking her cheek; she leaned into it, mind a fog of lust, eyelids drooping as she savored the feel of his hand on her face. "You are doing so well. And you need more, don't you."

It wasn't a question.

Becky nodded into his hand, but he lifted her chin so she was looking up at him again. "You need to say it, Becky."

"Yes sir," she said immediately, breathlessly.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I need more, sir," she replied, looking up at the man in her room, eyes full of innocence and desire. Her naked body was still mostly on display to the people Eric had invited previously.

"And you want to do this, don't you?" He still had one hand under her chin, tilting her head to look up at him, and with the other he gently lifted her hand to his belt.

"Yes, I want to do this, sir."