KATALINA
“Miss Katalina, your delivery is here,” Rosa called out from outside my bedroom door.
“Come in.” I gravelly replied.
The door opened and she stepped through. Giving me a slight bow, she walked in with a large, rustic red box in her hand. She placed the package on the table and walked out.
Once she was gone, I stood up excitedly, but once I opened the package, my breathing glitched, and my face paled.
It’s been four days since Huracio traveled. Last night, he told me that he got me a gift and it would be delivered today. It would be his first gift to me, and I was happy and looking forward to it.
I had no idea what it would be, and my curiosity had reached a peak by the time it arrived.
Nothing prepared me for what was in the box though.
Carefully arranged in the box was a set of dainty, pink, net lingerie. To one side of the box was a clitoris massager wrapped in a transparent package, a small vial of massage oil, and a black tassel whip.
The moment I saw them, I knew what he wanted me to do, but I have never liked doing it.
Huracio’s red room has cameras he can access from anywhere on his phone. He taught me how to set the camera, and made me learn a teasing dance routine. At least once a week, he would ask me to perform it for him whenever he was bored at the office. The first time he asked me to do it, I wanted to refuse, but he promised to spike my food and make me do worse things. After what happened at his office the last time, I knew he wasn’t joking and complied like a docile puppy.
I picked up the tiny, red, net thong and swallowed hard. It was as smooth as satin and had a sheen like the skin of a snake. It felt expensive but held no allure in my eyes. Since that night with Kelvin, I have been avoiding red thongs too. They remind me of the most humiliating moments of my life.
Scoffing, I dropped it and didn’t bother to check the others. I just picked up my phone and called Huracio.
He picked on the first ring.
“Kitty, I am busy right…”
“You said I should call you once it arrives.” I reminded him.
“Oh, good.” His dull voice suddenly came alive with excitement. “Where are you?”
“In the bedroom.”
“Good kitty. Hold on…”
I listened in as he sent some people away before speaking to me again.
“Okay, this is what you are going to do. You will enter the red room, play Vinco Laurel’s song, and strip to it. Make it slow and sexy. I have missed you and I want to feel you, kitty” His voice suddenly turned husky.
“… ”
The moment I heard that, I blanched.
That song is the longest one on his playlist. Playing it means I would have to strip dance for ten minutes.
“Kitty? Are you still there?”
“I am.” I whimpered in apprehension.
“Daddy can’t wait anymore. Go touch yourself for Daddy,” He whispered seductively but just made me feel cringe.
I could picture him relaxed on his large chair with his zippers out, and his dick in his hand. There is a way he rubs his cap that makes me lick my lips while clamping my thighs together.
This wasn’t the first time he had asked me to touch myself for his pleasure, but I never liked doing it through the camera. I would rather have him touching me. I would rather knee between those spread-out legs, and have his dick in my mouth…
The call ended, and I walked into the red room. There is a woofer setup behind the camera stand. It looks vintage and bespoke. Huracio usually used it to play music or set the ambiance whenever he wanted to get naughty with me. After setting up the camera, I turned it on.
I quickly found the music he was talking about on his playlist and it swept through the room, making it come alive. It was a funky upbeat, with rhythm, and strong beats that made everything tremble.
Having worked with it several times, I faced the main camera and started swirling and wiggling, keeping pace with the lead guitar. The first five minutes of Vinco Laurel’s playlist were funky, with rapid beats, while the last five minutes slowed down a bit.
According to the routine, I would strip dance like a happy-go-lucky whore for the first half, and turn to an aroused, out-of-control slut for the last beat.
As I moved, I slowly and seductively removed my top, followed by my bra.
Huracio loved the bra play. It has to be slow, with meticulous attention paid to every nipple. I rubbed my nipples and rolled them around my fingers, eliciting soft gasps at intervals. By the time I was done with that, I was wet and moaning.
I seductively finger-unhooked my jeans and rolled them down my long legs. I paused midway and played with my skin, tracing my thighs and suggestively dipping my hands between my legs. I lowered myself to the floor like a cat, rolled on my back, and wiggled around seductively for a bit. I then stretched my hands above my head, and intertwined my fingers, before arching my waist up.
Following the beats, I started twerking, making continuously thrusting moves while acting like I had a dick inside me. While at it, I got rid of my jeans, leaving just my white panty.
Cued in by the beats, I turned over on all fours, crawling around the room like a dog. I started panty with a drooping tongue and wiggled an imaginary tail. I then started barking and yelping like a chuwhawa. I raised my right leg like a peeing dog and jerked my waist to the beat. Once that beat ended, I started humping the floor and moaning crazily.
The beat ended with me removing my panty and crawling to the box, where I picked up the massage oil and the tassel.
I seductively removed the vial’s cork with my teeth and spit it towards the main camera. Rolling my waist like a belly dancer, I slowly poured warm oil on my chest. It was fragrant with a musky, and spicy edge. Inhaling it, I felt like it was the most euphoric scent in the world…
Maybe, it’s not. But half-aroused and fully immersed in my act, I sincerely saw it as the most euphoric scent. Having gotten used to that smell, I am always horny when I sense it. Especially when it’s mixed with Huracio’s cigar.