Sadie flies to Japan

The sunlight filtering into the window is just enough to illuminate Sarah as she stares dumbly at me. I can’t lie, I feel like I should be staring at myself like that. After getting home so late and having to tell her all about Louis’ and my date, including all the time we spent alone in the bedroom, including telling her about him finding my butt plug, about him teasing and pleasing me to near my breaking point, about me kneeling before him topless and giving him a full on hand job show, and of course telling her all about me jacking him off right into my mouth, after all that even I’m feeling like it’s a joke or a sham or lie. But I hold my pose, letting out only a little sigh as Sarah goes over it in her head again and continues to stare at me. When she finally speaks, she talks slower and more hesitant than I’ve heard her speak in a long long time, “So, you, wanted him to cum directly into your mouth?”

I blink slowly, sigh again, and say as calmly as I can, “No, that’s exactly what I didn’t want.”

“Okay, but that’s what happened. I mean, I get the whole he was unbalanced and holding you still but once he started to cum and it hit your mouth you kept jerking him off. Right?”

I nod slowly, “Yes.”

“You couldn’t move your head or your body, but you could move his cock. Like… point it down or to the side. Right?”

Again, I nod slowly, “Yes.”

“But you didn’t.”

“No. I didn’t.”

“Well, you did, because he hit your cheek and your nose, then you aimed him TO your mouth.”

“I tried to avoid it, but I froze.”

“With him cuming in your mouth.”

“Yes.”

“Sadie… I don’t…”

I sigh again, shaking my head, knowing that it was going to be this difficult to explain. It had to be this difficult, since I couldn’t get my head around it myself. If I couldn’t do that, how exactly could I expect Sarah to get it. “Look, I didn’t plan on that happening. I didn’t want him to fall, so I scootched closer to him, planning to push him a little closer to the bed. That unbalanced him just as he started to peak and since I was so close he came on my face. It was shocking. I hadn’t prepped myself at all for that eventuality. And then when I tried to get out of it as best I could, not being able to move, and he ended up coming into my mouth, I just froze. Between feeling so good with what he did to me, with feeling proud that I could make him feel so good, hearing him groan and cry out, tasting him in my mouth like that, it all just overwhelmed me. Get it?”

“And you… kept jerking him off. Into your mouth.”

Reaching up, I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Yes.”

“And you swallowed it down.”

I slap my hands onto my stocking covered thighs and glare at Sarah, “No! Well, not immediately. I told you, I was going to spit it out.”

“But you swallowed it down.”

“I… uhh… well… yeah. Yes. But you should have heard him. I couldn’t see him because she was still holding me, but he sounded so impressed and loving and amazed.”

“When he said that you looked hot like that.”

“Yes.”

“When he said you looked hot, and loved his cum.”

“Yes.”

Sarah smiles, still obviously as confused as I am but at least not disbelieving any more. She was getting it now. “And so you started jerking him off again. Because you wanted more of his cum. To swallow.”

Or at least I thought she was getting it. “Fuck Sarah. No!”

“Right right” Sarah squeezes my hand with a playful grin, “You cleaned up your face, then laid in bed next to your boyfriend. Laid in bed topless. Next to your naked boyfriend. And then you started jerking him off again.”

I squeeze Sarah’s hands back, more in frustration though, “Okay, he started making out with me first. He really knows how to get me going by playing with my breasts. And I never knew how hot it would make me to just play with that damned plug.”

“And then you started jerking him off again.”

“God Damn it, Sarah. Fine. We made out for another hour or so. By then he was as hard as a rock again. I heard everybody else in the house heading out, so I knew we’d have to go soon, and it seemed mean to have Louis have to get dressed with him so… you know… hard.” I hold up my finger at Sarah as she seems ready to interrupt with what I’m sure would be another embarrassing although truthful statement. “So, I had him sit on the edge of the bed, got in between his legs, and yes, I gave him another hand job.”

I can see Sarah about to talk again and decide it best just to lay it out again. At least hearing it in my voice makes it less embarrassing. A little less embarrassing. Even if I still don’t know why I did what I did. “Yeah, I probably didn’t need to be as close to him as I was, but I liked it when he squeezed his legs around me. I really liked it when he ran his hand through my hair and put his other hand on my shoulder. And when he was going to cum again, I was able to look up into his eyes and saw that expectation, that… well he was so turned on and obviously liked what he saw last time, and I was so turned on and out of my mind that it just seemed… I don’t know… right.”

Sarah, of course, finished what I’d hoped to leave as an obvious ending. “So, you jerked him off into your mouth again. And swallowed it down. Again.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. So, just to make sure I’m getting this right, you learned how to give a world class hand job by jerking off Marley for like a whole night. You specifically didn’t want him or Louis to cum on your face or in your mouth, so you had Marley teach you how to direct him to cum on your tits and neck. He gave you a pearl necklace, as you so elegantly put it. And when the big night comes, you not only jerk Louis off directly into your mouth, you swallow it down. Twice. Because he liked it. Do I have that right?”

My shoulders slump as I sound so pathetic when Sarah puts it that way. “Yeah Sarah, that’s right, but I…”

I stop speaking when I see that Sarah is barely keeping herself from breaking out laughing. “Wait… you understood this the first time I told it to you, didn’t you!?”

Sarah breaks into a fit of giggling, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth as she says around her laughter “Yeah, but you sounded so adorable talking about it. I mean, yer kinda like a cum slut!”

One minor pillow fight later and I’m finally able to brush my teeth, wash up, get dressed for bed, and get a couple hours of sleep.

The next two days flew by. Between getting everything ready for a week in Japan, streaming, pushing for the upcoming Japan vlogs, and talking with Louis via facetime, it felt like I was constantly in motion.

When we finally pack everything up and head to the airport, both Sarah and I are dressed up specifically so we can vlog from the flight. Neither of us wanted to go 18 hours without checking in, but neither did we realize that the online internet wouldn’t be good enough to stream in flight. So instead of being comfortable, we took almost the entire thirteen-and-a-half-hour flight to Haneda Airport dressed up in our Japanese school girl outfits. Mine with a pink tartan skirt and tie, Sarah with purple. At least flying in first class we had private areas to stretch out and sleep and were even provided pajamas and slippers.

The four-hour layover at Haneda was fun as we did get to vlog and found that some fans were actually in the airport. It kept us busy and smiling and happy instead of focusing on us being dressed for the con with everyone else dressed casually for flying. It was during that last vlog while I was giggling and joking with my audience, that I saw him in the chat. It felt like it had been weeks since I saw his name. In fact, beyond seeing silently viewing my streams a few times, I think the last time I saw him was when Louis and I were setting up our date. MdeVoltaire.

His question catches me by surprise. “Hey, I saw you talking about your trip. About the flight, your hotel, the tickets, and all the backstage stuff. Did you win your Dragoon Con tickets and passes?”

While I answer someone else’s question about my makeup, I think back to what I’ve said about the Dragoon Con. I’ve mentioned it on and off during different streams and vlogs for weeks now, but did I ever mention how I got the tickets? When I won them back as Nick, I did it online DURING a stream, so I just bragged about winning them. But did I, did PrincessBabyDoll ever say how I got them?

After racking my brain for a bit, I finally answer by keeping as close to the truth as possible. Looking right into the camera I make an exaggerated look toward my chat window and act like I just read his question before answering, “Hey Voltaire, yeah, I won the tickets. They gave away like five sets. It’s before I was streaming though, so I was, like, under cover and stuffs!”

Sometimes sounding dizzy was fun. Sometimes it hurt my brain. This was one of the former times as it just fit the moment. But even as I was giggling, I felt my smile freeze a bit as I see MdeVoltaire’s chat request to go private. He’d never asked to go private before. And he had to see that I only rarely went private in chats. After only a moment’s hesitation I replied directly to his request with one of my canned “Sorry baby, but BabyDoll doesn’t chat privately!” text responses.

And then, as if he were waiting for that specific response, I spot MdeVoltaire’s tip come in. $350. That’s the exact tip I accepted the last time I went into a private chat. A quick glance at the clock shows me that at least time will be on my side. The final leg of our flight would be boarding soon so I couldn’t stay in any chat for long.

After waving goodbye to everybody, I accepted MdeVoltaire’s private chat request. For a brief second, I thought I’d get to actually see what this mysterious viewer of mine looked like, but when his camera feed opened up he had a webcam filter on. One of my old streaming friends had used the same one and I knew it wasn’t cheap. It made it look like he was wearing a Guy Fawkes mask, except the mouth would actually move as he spoke. Just another way for him to cover his identity.

Even his voice was modulated, giving him a kind of creepy ransom vibe. “Baby Doll, thanks for taking my chat.”

I keep my smile on as I answer, “No probs Voltaire! Like, my plane isn’t gonna be long so what did ya wanna chat about?”

I **** a big grin on as I wait for the answer. The few times I’ve gone into private chats it’s mostly been with really shy guys. They just wanted to talk to a ‘hot girl’ one on one and were so enamored with me that they were actually well behaved. Only one guy took it into a creepy phone sex direction and a quick “I Don’t Do That!” from me got him to stop. Oh sure, he called me a stuck up bitch and a cock tease, and I lost him as a subscriber, but at least it stopped him dead in his tracks. So now, with Voltaire, I mentally prep myself for either ****.

His response, though, took me completely by surprise. “No worries, Princess, I just wanted to ask you about the Con. You see, my friend Nick won a package just like yours. He was so happy about it. But a couple weeks later he had a fire at his place, and I lost track of him. I don’t know how he’s doing. I figured if you were there, you might bump into him.”

My heart went from frozen to beating at least a hundred and fifty times a minute when Voltaire in his virtual Guy Fawkes mask brings up a photo. A photo of Nick. A photo of ME. “That’s him. You might have known him as he was streaming before you and went to the same school. Anyway, if you see him, can you tell him to get in touch with me?”

I don’t dare speak as I’m afraid my voice will just crack and be a scared whisper. That feeling only doubles when the Guy Fawkes mask disappears and shows my streaming friend Viktor. I’d always joked around with Vik about getting a better screen name as he simply went by ‘Anonymous’ saying that his name was too unique to use. I guess he took my advice and now goes by Voltaire… the master of multiple names. “My real name is Viktor. Viktor Vashchenko. I’m sure he’ll remember me.”

At that very moment I hear the gate agent calling us to board. Sarah pops over my shoulder and smiles brightly at the camera. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but our plane is heading out. I’m sure Princess here will get back with you as soon as she can, k? Byyyeee!!”

And without asking if I’m done, Sarah flips my laptop closed, ending the conversation with a friend who was looking for… me.