Aya paused, the steak container in her hands. She stared at Hina, head tilted like a bird's.
For a second, Aya looked genuinely surprised.
I had assumed that in this house there were no secrets left. I guess I was wrong.
So Hina is a complete beginner?
No wonder she had blushed so much.
Aya snapped back first. She exhaled with a chuckle.
"Well," Aya told Hina, calm and clinical again. "Then after we're done, you go and practice."
She looked at me. Hard.
"Kaito, you'll teach her how it's done. Everything, okay? I'll have to keep the chat going. I think I can get them bidding even higher… especially on a newbie."
I glanced at Hina's mouth. I couldn't resist.
She didn't see it, she was still staring at the table.
Her pretty little mouth was going to be wrapped around my cock very soon.
Holy shit!
We ate slowly. And by "we" I mean Hina and I. Aya was done first. She was in a hurry. To get back to the chat.
She opened the laptop and started typing. Eyes focused.
"Okay, I'm going online," she told us, setting up in the far corner.
She adjusted the ring light and undid her ponytail.
"You are very persistent, mister," she laughed into the lens. I heard the buzzer. The tips were rolling in. "If you keep that going, I might take it off," Aya said, smiling. A born actress. She slowly took off her top and arched her back, chest toward the camera. "You'll have to pay extra for the bra."
She shooed us with her hand.
Get going!
I stood up and took Hina's hand. Her skin was ice cold.
"Come on," I said.
I led her into Aya's bedroom. It was quiet and cool there. Just right.
Sometimes Aya can be too much…
I sat on the edge of the bed. Hina waited a few moments, and then also sat down, her shoulders hunched. She stared at the floor.
"So?" I asked. "Are you ready to practice?"
She nodded. A small nod. Tiny. Jerky.
"Then look at me."
She reluctantly raised her gaze. Her eyes were glassy, her face a deep, burning red.
"One of the most important things for a man," I said, resisting the urge to touch her, "is that a woman looks at him during oral. The eye contact. That's huge."
"Really?" she asked weakly.
"Yup. That's even more important when you're on camera. So don't look down, okay?"
She nodded again. Same tiny nod.
Alright then, let's get practicing…
I kicked off my shorts.
My cock was already at full attention. I scolded it.
You, buddy, are too impatient. You know she's going to do it, why rush?
I don't know how, but Hina's blush managed to deepen even more. She stared at my cock, her mouth slightly open. The 'Star' from the stream had disappeared. She looked like a girl who got lost.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"N… nothing…" she mumbled.
Impressed by the size? You've seen it already.
"Then go ahead. Practice."
She moved closer and leaned, then straightened again.
She glanced at me. "How do I..."
I pointed at the carpet. "Kneeling should work better."
She nodded and got on her knees.
My cock pulsed involuntarily. She looked disturbingly pretty in this position: kneeling before me. She didn't look scared. Uncomfortable, maybe, but not scared. If anything, she was waiting to get started.
Soft. Innocent. Just what premium subscribers would pay extra for.
She was ready for the role. And I was ready to prepare her for it.
Hina brought her face close to my body and again looked up for directions.
"Start with licking," I said.
She reached out and licked the front of my cock. I watched her tongue move. Light as a feather. Careful. Tentative.
"More tongue," I told her. I felt the heat of her breath on my skin. "Take it in your hands and press your tongue harder. Show you mean it."
She raised her hand. Small and trembling. She closed it around my shaft and took a breath. She looked up in my eyes, remembering the rule.
She licked the shaft—harder now.
Aya never looked into my eyes during oral they way Hina does now.
It felt like… admiration?
Am I imagining things?
She stopped to swallow her saliva and then licked some more.
"Don't worry about drooling on it," I told her. "It's actually a good thing."
She raised her eyebrows. Questioning.
"First of all, it feels better. Second, guys love when girls drool on their cocks. It's like what you do when you like your food. A sign of appreciation."
Hina nodded and licked some more, spreading her saliva with her tongue over the shaft as she went.
It felt very good.
Who said that a newbie's blowjob is worse than an expert's? I really like the way she licks.
I watched Hina on her knees, trying hard to please me. With every lick she was losing more and more of her innocence. The twisted part? I didn't want her to stop. I wanted to see how far she was going to go for me.
Yes, she's doing it for the money too, but I feel it's mostly for me.
I wanted to keep dragging her down deeper with me. To take every bit of her.
Hina looked up for approval.
I nodded. "Good. Now keep your mouth open, I'll show you the next step."
She opened her mouth.
Good girl. You'd be the perfect girlfriend.
I guided my cock and put the tip in her mouth.
Her eyes widened.
"Don't move," I said. "Just keep your mouth open and keep licking the bottom."
She tried, making a soft slurping sound.
"Good," I nodded. "Keep going. Lick all the way down now."
She started licking the shaft up and down. All the way to my balls. Without hesitation now. In wet, long swipes.
A work of fucking art!
The 'good girl' Hina was kneeling on a cheap carpet, her face flushed a deep pink, looking up at me through her bangs, devotedly licking my cock. It was the ultimate premium content, and I had a free front-row seat.
Ring! Ring! RING!
The sudden shriek in the silent room made me jump.
Hina froze, her tongue pressed against my cock.
What the hell is it?
It was her phone.
Hina flinched and pulled away. She pulled up her phone and looked at the screen.
Her eyes popped.
The blood instantly drained from her face.
She gulped, shifting her eyes to me. "It's Mom!" she gasped in terror. "A video call from Mom!"