In Jonas' Bett

Max was sitting at Jonas’s desk, staring at his cell phone. He’d been thinking all day about how he could get Silke to come over to the apartment tonight. Not just for a few photos or a short video—he wanted to see her in person. In Jonas’s room. Naked. In his bed. And he wanted to watch her without her noticing.

He knew it was risky. But that was exactly what made it so hot for him.

Max thought for a moment about what tone to use. If he was too direct, she’d probably turn him down. So he decided on a mix of pleading and emotional—just like Jonas had been writing lately.

He typed:

“Baby… I’ve been thinking about you all day.

About the photos you sent me. How brave you were.

And now… I want even more. I want you to come to my apartment tonight. Into my room. And masturbate in my bed.”

He read the message over again and sent it.

The reply came relatively quickly. Silke was skeptical:

“Jonas… that’s not possible. Your room doesn’t lock. Max is there the whole time. What if he hears me? Or walks in? That’s too risky for me.”

Max grinned. That was exactly what he’d been hoping for. He waited a few seconds so it wouldn’t seem too pushy, and then wrote:

“I know… I know it’s dangerous. And I don’t know if Max is home or not, either. But that’s exactly why I want to do it. Because I won’t be there. Because I can’t control what happens.

Please, Silke. I love you. And I don’t want to hide this side of myself anymore. This road trip is making me feel like I can finally say what I want. Without shame.

I miss you so much. Your body, your scent in my bed… please. Do it for me. I’m really begging you.

And… if you want, you can stay the night, too. Sleep naked in my bed. I’d find that so hot.”

Max leaned back and waited. He knew this message would get through to her. He’d deliberately used the words “I love you,” “I miss you,” and “I’m begging you.” That had been Jonas’s style lately—and it worked.

After almost a minute, her reply came:

“…okay.

I’ll do it. But only because you’re begging so much and because I can tell it’s really important to you.

If Max catches me, it’s your fault.”

Max grinned with satisfaction. He had her.

He just wrote a quick reply:

“Thanks. Really. Thanks, baby. I love you.

Please be loud. Moan my name. And send me a video. I want to hear everything.”

Then he put his phone away and looked at the hidden cameras he’d set up earlier that day.

He was excited.

Silke would be coming soon.

Soon she’d undress for him, lie down in Jonas’s bed, and finger herself—while he watched it all live.

And the best part?

She had no idea that it wasn’t Jonas, but him, who had just made her do this.

Max leaned back and slowly rubbed his already hard cock.

“Come on, Silke…,” he murmured softly. “Show me how you’re fucking yourself for me in his bed.”

Max had really gone all out today.

He’d hidden two small, inconspicuous cameras in Jonas’s room: one on the shelf across from the bed and a second, positioned a bit lower, that could capture the area around the bed well. He’d also taken the key to Jonas’s room.

He was sitting in his own room, the door just ajar, looking at his cell phone. Both cameras were streaming live.

Around 6:30 p.m., he noticed Silke coming into the apartment. He heard the door and deliberately walked into the kitchen so she’d see him. He enjoyed the embarrassed look on her face as she lied, saying she wanted to “get something.” Her short denim skirt was tight, and Max was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Her nervous gaze and the way she’d tensed up were already turning him on.

When she finally disappeared into Jonas’s room, he grinned.

Max leaned back and looked at the screens.

He saw Silke close the door behind her—or at least try to close it. It didn’t shut all the way. Good.

He watched as she first took off her boots, then her blouse. Her small, firm breasts came into view; her nipples were already hard. Max zoomed in on one of the cameras. They stood out beautifully, light pink and stiff. She ran her fingers over them briefly before unbuttoning her denim skirt and letting it fall.

Now she was standing completely naked in Jonas’s room.

Max licked his lips. He watched as she picked up Jonas’s pillow and sniffed it. She closed her eyes briefly, as if the scent were arousing her. Then she lay down on the bed, spread her legs, and began to touch herself.

At first, just with her fingers. She slowly stroked her smooth pussy and slid two fingers inside. Max could see clearly on the camera just how wet she already was. Her fingers glistened as she pulled them out again.

Then she took out the vibrator.

Max turned up the volume.

“Ahh… Jonas…”

Her voice could be heard loud and clear through the camera. She moaned his name as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Max grinned coldly. She had no idea that it wasn’t Jonas, but him, watching her right now.

She got louder. Much louder than necessary. Max was sure you could hear her in the hallway.

“Shit… Jonas… I’m lying naked in your bed… and fucking myself… while your roommate is here… ahh…”

Max unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He jerked off slowly as he watched Silke shove the vibrator deep into her wet pussy. The camera showed perfectly how her smooth labia tightened around the toy. She fucked herself faster, lifted her hips, and moaned more and more uninhibitedly.

“Jonas… ahhh… I’m so wet… in your bed… it smells so strongly of you… Jonas…”

Max was breathing heavily. It was incredibly hot to see her like that. So shameless. So loud. She thought she was doing all this just for Jonas—but she was actually fucking herself for him. For Max.

When she came, she got really loud.

“Jonas… Jonas… I’m coming… ahhh— shit… Jonas!”

Max watched on the camera as her body twitched. Her legs trembled, her pussy pulsed around the vibrator. She lay there for a few more seconds with her legs spread, breathing heavily, the vibrator still halfway inside her.

Max came shortly afterward. He ejaculated onto his hand while watching Silke lie exhausted on Jonas’s bed.

He grinned.

She had done exactly what he wanted. Moaned loudly, called out his name, brought herself to orgasm in Jonas’s bed—all the while having no idea that Max was watching and recording everything live.

Later, he saw her send the video to “Jonas” and then actually stay lying naked in bed. The door wasn’t properly locked. Max could have walked in at any time.

He leaned back and looked at the cameras.

Silke was lying there, naked, the blanket only half pulled over her, probably thinking she’d done it all out of love for Jonas.