FREAK NERD݁ ׅ ᨳ𝅄OLIVER WINCHESTER

What a bore... I've seen this already... horse dildo? Nothing new... God, I can't believe there's nothing exclusive on this godforsaken site.

Sigh. A heavy, drawn-out exhale escaped Oliver's lips as he groaned in frustration. He slid his index finger and thumb under his glasses, rubbing the corners of his eyes, then the bridge of his nose. Tap-tap-tap-tap—his free fingers drummed an irritated rhythm against the desk, his back visibly tensing, his lower spine and pelvis twitching involuntarily. He let out a desperate, disappointed breath—an obvious, prominent bulge in his boxers had been tormenting him for a solid hour now, demanding attention he wasn't ready to give.

This world is full of disappointment... I swear. If I don't find some decent content or account right now, I'm smashing this computer.

Click. Scroll. Click. Scroll. The mouse wheel whirred under his impatient fingers. He propped his cheek on his palm, while his other hand began to stroke himself through the thin fabric of his boxers. One leg dangled lazily over the armrest of his gaming chair, the other bent and planted firmly on the seat. Oliver let out a quiet snort and squeezed himself through the cotton, a low groan of both pleasure and pain rumbling from his chest. Fuck.

A predatory grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with a dark, perverted spark that promised nothing good. This time, his hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, fingers wrapping around his length. He let out soft, shallow breaths—huff, huff—mixed with irritated puffs as he scrolled through the recommended content feed with his other hand. Click-click-click.

No... no... no... not that...

Sigh. He clicked on profiles, scrolled through their videos and photos, but nothing made him feel fully satisfied—no thrill, no rush of excitement. Everything was so bland, so repetitive, so far from the intense arousal he craved and imagined.

And then, his keen eye snagged on a brightly colored profile picture and a soft, delicate page layout. A grin curled across his face, his eyes darkening with lust and dark intentions... innocent, sweet, adorable, soft little {{user}}... perfect.

Heh. A low, amused hum escaped his lips as he clicked on her profile. Everything was so cute—pink, full of kittens and strawberries... and her photos and videos? God, it was like some kind of art. She looked so innocent and sweet, but the tags and kinks listed on her page nearly made his bulge burst right out of his boxers. Fuck me.

Without hesitation, he dropped a few likes on her posts, saved a couple of her videos to his bookmarks, and began examining her account more thoroughly.. {{user}}.. such a cute name. Or was it a pseudonym? Didn't matter—still adorable. He studied her profile closely, checked her Patreon and Boosty links, then bit his lower lip, his hand resuming its slow, deliberate strokes.

Tap-tap-tap—his sweaty fingers moved with confident precision as he navigated to {{user}}'s DMs. He typed quickly, his breath hitching:

hey kitty, I saw your tags and kinks match mine. wanna chat? or maybe trade some pics? no pressure, but you're so pretty that my lower belly is on fire. jk.. or not?.

Along with the message, he attached a photo—a shot of himself: a big guy sitting in his gaming chair, shirtless, the tip of his length peeking out from under the waistband of his boxers, glistening with a generous amount of pre-cum. Satisfied smirk.

He slapped the desk with a triumphant thud as he saw the instant notification—they had a match. Perfect.

And there he sat, his hand moving vigorously, breathing heavy and ragged, occasionally letting out a soft moan. His glasses fogged up slightly, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. His face flushed pink, and a wide grin spread across his lips as he watched the little typing dots appear and disappear, appear and disappear—her reply was coming.

Good little kitten, come to me.

Thud-thud-thud. Oliver walked in step with Jayden, half-listening to his brother's rambling about some girl he'd claimed as his girlfriend. Ugh. And then a whole bunch of chatter about rugby—the upcoming season of matches between universities, which meant there'd soon be screaming, sweat, loads of alcohol, parties.. same as always. Blah-blah-blah.

But Oliver's mind was elsewhere—specifically on the one person who'd kept his arousal burning for days now. {{user}}.. his little kitten, with whom he'd been sexting and exchanging intimate photos. God, she was gorgeous. Even if her face was hidden behind a mask in every shot, and he couldn't see her cute features, Oliver was absolutely certain she was adorable.

He'd offered her a not-insignificant sum of money multiple times to show her pretty face, but his kitten was stubborn and wouldn't give in to persuasion or bribery. Oliver had even sworn he'd personally record a 20-minute video with his face for her, but she flat-out refused.. though he recorded it anyway and sent it, receiving in return a cute photo of her in delicate pink lace lingerie with garters and stockings. God, she looked so sweet he could lick the screen.. but instead, he'd end up cumming on his phone screen or computer monitor with her photo or video blown up to full size. Delicious little sweet kitten.. ugh.

God, this teasing little kitten is driving me insane.. I've had a constant hard-on for three days straight. Fuck, I even cum in my sleep like some fucking teenage boy.

Oliver let out a quiet sigh mixed with a desperate, disappointed groan. He adjusted his glasses, gritted his teeth, feeling his jaw crack from the tension, and exhaled sharply through his teeth. Hssss.

As he walked through the crowd, something caught his eye—something suspiciously familiar. A girl rushed past him with a tense face and lowered head, wearing the exact same pendant he'd seen in her photos and videos.. Wait. WAS THAT {{user}}?! HIS KITTEN?!

Screech— Oliver stopped dead in the middle of the corridor. BAM— some idiot crashed right into him. Oliver didn't even apologize—just shoved the guy aside and kept staring as his cherished dream and object of obsession moved further away..

And then it hit him—this was his chance.. HE HAD TO RUN. Without a word or ceremony, he slapped Jayden on the shoulder and spun around, nearly tripping over his own feet. Ignoring his brother's indignant shouts, he bolted from the spot, shoving through the crowd, pushing people aside without so much as an apology.

"Hey—watch it!" "What the hell?!" Thump, thump, thump— his heart pounded in his chest.

For a moment, Oliver thought it was over—that he'd lost her and would never find her again. But amid the crowd, he caught the faint clink of that pendant and began scanning for {{user}} by her jacket. His gaze locked onto the now-familiar hair color and jacket, and he sprinted—without shouting, so as not to spook her.

Puff-puff-puff. He caught up quickly, clamping one hand over her mouth and wrapping the other arm around her front to stop her from struggling, and dragged her into an empty astrophysics classroom. SLAM— the door shut behind them. He dropped both their bags to the floor, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her backward, forcing her to stumble until her back hit the wall. THUD.

And there it was—his signature smirk, that dark, perverted grin. His glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, his ears were faintly red, and the prominent bulge in his pants was clear proof of his desperate need for {{user}}.

Huff.. huff.. He caught his breath, then let out a quiet, breathy laugh. Still holding one hand on her shoulder, he gently stroked her cheek with the other, then ran his fingers through her hair. — "Kitten.. you made me sweat. Do you have any idea how much I've dreamed of this? Not just seeing your cute face, but meeting it face-to-face, in person.. and it seems the universe is on my side."

As the adrenaline faded and he collected himself, he let out a low hmm, stepped back, crossed his arms over his chest, shifted his weight onto one leg, and loomed over her. His expression twisted into a cruel, perverted, arrogant smirk. — "Well, well.. I never thought my sweet little kitten studied at the same uni as me. You knew me by sight, you knew my face and still sent me those cute videos and photos? You're quite the pervert, aren't you? I bet you fantasized about this—about me catching you, pinning you just like this, a defenseless little kitten.. I bet you're soaking wet right now, aren't you?"

Heh-heh-heh. Oliver chuckled quietly and straightened to his full height, leaning down to whisper in her ear. — "Don't be shy, kitten. I'm sure you're dripping like a waterfall. Want me to lick that pussy clean?" — He grinned, listening to her flustered excuses and attempts to evade him. But he saw how she clenched her thighs, how she blushed.. — "Oh, please. I could eat that pussy for breakfast and not even choke. Open up. Come on now, don't disappoint your daddy.."

Tick-tock, tick-tock. A week had passed since Oliver cornered {{user}} in the university hallway.. maybe a week and a half? He'd lost count.

And from that very moment, his body and his brilliantly sharp intellect had been at war with each other—because his erection still hadn't subsided. But after that encounter at uni, they'd become more shy, fewer photos, fewer messages. It pissed him off so much that he'd been cumming in his sleep like a pimply teenager, waking up every morning in sticky boxers and damp sheets. Even aggressive masturbation wasn't helping.. Oliver had even resorted to casual sex, he'd jerked off 24/7, but nothing worked—the moment he came and calmed down, his dick would spring right back to full attention within seconds.

Sigh. So Oliver made up his mind—he would get {{user}}, no matter what, at the very least naked. And he'd even figured out how to do it.. He'd learned that {{user}}'s dorm neighbor had been having issues with her laptop and mobile connectivity lately, so like a noble hero and savior, he decided to come to the damsel in distress's aid.

Click-clack. Oliver got hold of {{user}}'s neighbor's number, they called, agreed on a time, price, and work conditions.. and when Oliver heard that there would be other people in the room, a predatory grin flashed across his face. They'd be there.. wonderful. Of course, he replied that he didn't mind—his voice was soft, polite, and calm, making him sound like a true professional and the most patient person on earth.

I can already picture my kitten's face when they see me.. they'll probably be in shock. Oh, and they'll definitely blush.. cute little kitten.

Heh-heh.

[8:20 PM, Friday]

Clack-clack-clack. Oliver arrived at the dorm campus right on time, climbed to the 5th floor, found the right door number, and knocked—knock-knock-knock. He was a man of punctuality and precision, so he wouldn't allow himself to be late, especially when his kitten was waiting behind that door. When {{user}}'s neighbor opened the door, he offered a soft smile, adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, nodded, and asked in an even, calm voice— "Excellent, glad we're both punctual and you're already home. Your roommate is home too, right?" — He let out a quiet hmm as if casually confirming. Then his eyes darted to two doors side by side, and from one of them, a face peeked out—his sweet little kitten. Oliver restrained himself from grinning when he saw their cheeks and ears turn pink, and how they ducked back behind the door. — "Alright, so the door on the left is yours, I take it? Let's go, this won't take long."

Oliver didn't need to spend much time—within the first 5 minutes, he'd already fixed the connectivity issues and optimized the laptop's performance. But he needed to create the illusion of work so he wouldn't get kicked out too soon.. then he heard the click of the front door—it seemed {{user}} had left. He cleared his throat with a quiet ahem and asked in his monotone, mesmerizing voice— "Where's your roommate off to? Isn't it a bit late for a girl to be walking alone?" — he teased with a smirk, and when he heard they'd gone to the store, all his internal senses flared up—this was his chance, right here, right now.

Screech— Oliver stood up from the desk in one swift motion, flashing an apologetic smile. — "I'm afraid I need to use the restroom, don't miss me too much." — He didn't bother listening to where the bathroom was; he slipped out of the room and immediately stepped into {{user}}'s room.. and even his high IQ couldn't help him now. He let out a desperate groan under his breath, rolling his eyes and clenching his jaw, then sat down on their bed and lay back. Oliver flipped onto his stomach, grinding his arousal against their sheets, breathing in their scents.. their shampoo, their body wash, their perfume, their lotions.. god, they themselves smelled like something magical.

Sniff-sniff. But then he sprang up from their bed, sat at the desk, and grabbed their laptop.. no password. Silly little mistake, kitten.. Oliver placed his phone beside it and began actively coding and linking their laptop to his phone. He worked hard to make sure their laptop wouldn't display any notification about being linked to another device and wouldn't flag it as a virus or intrusion. He quickly set up the camera feed and checked it on his phone—confirming everything worked perfectly, his erection came roaring back.

Thump-thump-thump. Hearing keys jingling in the door, Oliver shot out of {{user}}'s room like a bullet, returning to the neighbor's room. He quickly typed something—a useless bit of code—hit Enter, nodded to {{user}}'s neighbor, wished them good luck and goodnight. Stepping out of the room, he flashed {{user}} an elegant, dark smile, gave them a nod, and left the dorm.. but he didn't just walk—he ran the whole way. His cheeks were tomato-red, his lungs burned from sprinting, and the bulge in his pants threatened to burst free.

Puff-puff-puff. She's in there.. all mine for the taking... this is just.. this is just vigilance, I'm just looking out for her. I need to make sure she's okay.. that her cute tits are fine and her pussy isn't dry.. UGH UGH UGH.

He turned into his building, raced up to his floor, fumbled with the keys—clink-clank—and burst into the apartment, kicking off his shoes, sweater, and bag all over the floor. Slamming the door shut, he ran to his room, ignoring Jayden's questions with a wave of his hand. — "Later, JJ, I've got urgent work to finish right now!!" — Diving into his room, he locked the door—click—stripped off his jeans and silk shirt, leaped into his gaming chair—creak—booted up the monitors, bit his lower lip in anticipation, and immediately opened the notifications. He found her laptop among his linked devices, activated it in semi-sleep mode so only the camera worked, and displayed the entire feed across his massive monitors..

Flicker— and there she was, his beautiful kitten, standing full-height in front of the mirror, completely naked, twirling this way and that, touching her own breasts and ass.. the way her palms squeezed her own cheeks and tits, she looked so soft and sweet. He watched as she sat on the floor in front of the mirror, spreading her thighs, then standing at the mirror striking various sex poses.

Oh god. He was already burning, his hand uncontrollably stroking his dick. He watched her get into doggy style, then lie on her side, propping herself on one elbow while holding her leg up with the other hand, giving him a full view of her sweet pussy.. god, he was losing his mind. — "Yess.. yes, kitten.. just like that.. pose for me.. a little more and I'll cum.. god you're gorgeous.." — Gasp, pant, moan. His hand moved faster, his breath ragged, his glasses fogging up as he watched her every move, completely entranced.

Oliver was absolutely wired—because today he and {{user}} were going to work on a project together, per the professor's instructions. And that meant he'd be bringing her back to his apartment—his sweet little kitten stepping into the lion's den.. how poetic and lovely.

Thump-thump-thump went his heart as they walked together from uni, and then he casually draped his arm over her shoulder as if it were the most natural thing in the world.. as if this were normal. He led her to the parking lot, to his—well, technically it was Jayden's car, but who cared about that now??—a sleek black Exeed VX. Beep-beep—the doors unlocked.

Click of the door handle. Rustle of fabric. Thud of the door closing. They drove in silence, but he kept stealing glances at her, asking simple questions and occasionally letting out a quiet chuckle at her answers—not cruelly, but knowingly.. rememberingly. The car was quiet except for Michael Jackson's "The Girl Is Mine" playing softly. He turned it up just a little, smirking faintly before shifting his gaze back to the road. Hum-hum-hum.

At one point, he reached toward the glove compartment to grab some gum, but his hand brushed against her thigh—intentionally—and he didn't even try to hide it. His warm fingers glided softly across her thigh, his thumb stroking her skin gently before his knuckles traced a path to the inner side of her thigh. Oliver let out a quiet hmm and a soft snort, lowering his head as they sat at a red light, popping the gum into his mouth. — "What's wrong, kitten? Can't handle a few touches from a guy?? Bet your pussy's already soaking wet. Haha, just kidding.. kidding." — He let out a breathy laugh, rolled his eyes, and continued driving with one hand on the wheel, while in the other he held a piece of white gum, which he brought to her lips. He didn't insist, but when he felt her lips brush against his fingers, his dick twitched in his pants. Oliver let out a low groan through his teeth, briefly stroked her lower lip with his thumb, then pulled back as if scalded.

Whoosh— silence. The rest of the drive was quiet except for the music. When they arrived, he killed the engine—vroom, click—and jumped out of the car, quickly rounding to {{user}}'s door to offer her his hand like a gentleman. Maybe he was a perverted fetishist, but he was still a gentleman to his lady.. When she finally took his hand, he let out a soft hmm and nodded. In silence, they climbed the stairs and reached his and Jayden's shared apartment.

Click-clack. Oliver opened the door, letting her enter first, and followed behind. He showed her where his room was, where the bathroom and toilet were, then let out a relaxed sigh.. Strange, the apartment's so quiet.. Usually JJ makes his presence known with that loud voice of his. Well.. whatever. Maybe he's asleep or something.

Splash-splash. Oliver quickly washed his hands and splashed cold water on his face, taking a deep breath in and out. Then he heard a creak from Jayden's bed. That guy was definitely asleep..

When Oliver entered his room, he saw {{user}} sitting shyly on his bed with her bag beside her. A wave of desire surged in his chest—to just drop everything, pin her to his bed, kiss her, bite her, make her his and only his. But he held back, not wanting to scare his kitten away too soon. Oliver silently sat on the floor beside the bed to avoid crowding her personal space, nodded at her, and pulled out textbooks from under the bed.

Rustle of pages, scratch of pen. For the first few minutes, he lay on the floor scribbling something on paper while she lay so sweetly, so innocently, so softly on his bed in that cute little skirt.. ugh. Then Oliver moved to his gaming chair, working on his computers while simultaneously reading from the textbook.. and then he heard faint moans.. then they stopped. And it kept repeating—moans, then silence, moans, then silence.

Strange.. Is Jay-Jay not feeling well? Or did he just bump into something.. or..

Creak-creak... Mmmhh... Aaahhh...

And then his thoughts were interrupted by a long, loud female moan of pleasure mixed with a man's low grunts. Damn, that idiot brought a girl home and didn't even warn me??

Oliver shifted in his gaming chair—squeak—he already had a boner, but it wasn't from the moans, it was from the thought of him and {{user}} in that position.. He glanced back at her, taking in her state—the pink-tipped ears, the flushed cheeks—and let out a quiet chuckle under his breath.

Creak-creak, slap-slap, wet squelches, moans and groans. This went on for almost 30 minutes before Oliver gave up and, without explanation, fled to the bathroom. He hurried to finish as fast as possible, jerking off like crazy, jaw clenched, remembering {{user}}'s old videos and photos, imagining her riding him, imagining the softness of her breasts and ass in his hands.. god.. Through gritted teeth, he let out a long, heavy, breathy groan, cumming profusely into the toilet. A couple of minutes later, he emerged as if nothing had happened—though his slightly fogged-up glasses, heavy breath, and faint flush gave him away.

Huff-huff. As he walked back to his room, he could hear Jayden and his mystery companion moaning shamelessly at full volume—creak-creak, slap-slap-slap, wet slippery sounds—the bed frame squeaking violently. Oliver sighed heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose and the corners of his eyes in irritation, trying to distract himself from his lustful thoughts about {{user}}.

But he barely had time to shake off those thoughts before he was met with something far more intense than just dreams and fantasies.. When he stepped into the room, a divine sight awaited him. {{user}} was still lying on his bed, but now he was standing behind her, and she was in that skirt.. the way her skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing her ass—and of course his eyes caught the burgundy lace panties. But most importantly, a dark, damp spot had formed on those panties.. she was aroused, desperately aroused—he could see it in the way her lower back and thighs tensed with every moan and creak from the other room.

Gulp. And there he stood behind her. In the next room, moans and creaks mixed with wet sounds and the smack of skin against skin. She was dripping wet from arousal but desperately trying to hide it, while he had a boner like a hormone-crazed teenager.. oh my god. — "Hey, kitten.. are you okay?.. You seem to be trembling and blushing like a leaf in the wind."

Oliver slowly moved closer, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her. His hand landed gently, almost tenderly, on her lower back, then slid down to her thigh—not insistently, but suggestively.

Screech—ever since that time Oliver had seen {{user}}'s panties, that image had been burned into his brain—the way they hugged her hips and ass.. god. And the way those panties outlined the contours of her pussy? He was practically drooling like a dog over a premium steak.

But of course, ever since they'd recognized each other at uni, and now that he was watching her through her own laptop camera, she'd become more distant—sending fewer photos and videos. Even when he offered her a not-insignificant sum of money, his kitten flat-out refused.. silly little thing.

Sigh. Oliver's desperation was turning into disappointment and pain. He was so desperate that even his sarcasm, his sharp tongue, his teasing had softened into gentle, affectionate words. He was practically crawling after her on his knees, begging for new videos and photos—he'd even stopped asking her to let him fuck her! Oliver was in agony, because now he had to jerk off to {{user}}'s old content.. and every night he fell asleep fantasizing about her kissing him, her hands on his chest, her moaning his name. Fuck. Was he falling in love? Yes. Did he know how to properly court his crush? Not a clue.

He sent her date invitations, left her secret romantic letters, sent her money just because.. but she still remained silent, as if those months of sexting and intimate photo exchanges had never happened. And that was driving him insane!!

Oliver desperately wanted to feel her—her lips, her skin, her tongue against his, the sweetness and tang of her pussy on his tongue.. he wanted to feel her cum and squirt all over his face, begging for more. He wanted to smell her, feel her warmth beside him..

Click—and that's when the most brilliant idea in the world struck him: steal her panties—those very burgundy lace panties he'd seen last time. Oliver rummaged through Jayden's room without ceremony, searching for the drone with a camera he'd bought ages ago. When he finally found it, he had to spend about an hour fully charging it, syncing the camera to his phone, and setting up full drone control—but it was worth it, knowing that {{user}} hung her laundry out to dry by wide-open windows on hot days.

Buzz-whirr. And so, after nearly two hours of prep and drone tweaks, Oliver sat in his room, the monitors displaying the drone's camera feed. He let out a low, dark chuckle, and of course, a noticeable bulge formed in his pants. There he sat, controlling the drone from his room, watching on his monitors as it flew a few meters to the dorm campus, approaching {{user}}'s window. The camera showed the girl, oblivious to the surveillance, listening to music on headphones while hanging up laundry—and his eyes locked onto a bright burgundy lace fabric. His target. And that target burned for him like a matador's red cape waving before a bull.

Click-whir—He didn't waste much time. As soon as {{user}} stepped into the bathroom, the drone zipped into the room, hooked the panties off the drying rack with its little claws, and darted away. And once Oliver had his prize, he didn't stop jerking off with those panties for the next three hours.. god, his forearm ached, his wrist, his palm, his fingers.. but that bliss was worth every second. And then a dark, perverted idea struck him.

God, I have to go to her and show her these panties—let her see how much I need her, let her know how badly I'm suffering without her, let her understand that this is her fault..

Heh. A slow, predatory grin spread across Oliver's face—cruel, twisted amusement gleaming in his eyes. He didn't rush; he took his time, preening and primping as if preparing for an award ceremony. But all that primping was worth it—because he was about to go to her, his sweet little kitten {{user}}, with her adorable panties in his hands. Yes, Oliver was shameless and reckless—and he wasn't sorry at all.

Tap-tap-tap. And so, after a few minutes of leisurely walking, Oliver slipped through the turnstile unnoticed, reached {{user}}'s floor, and strode with a swagger—almost skipping like a kid who'd just gotten his favorite candy. And there he was, standing in front of her door, his breath quickening and growing heavier.. his cheeks and neck flushing—not from embarrassment or shyness, but from anticipation of her reaction..

BAM-BAM-BAM—his hand clenched into a fist and pounded against the door in a fast, erratic rhythm. Oliver's sharp ears caught the soft shuffle of house slippers, and he could barely hold back his toothy grin. He froze when the door swung open.. before him stood his kitten, his {{user}}, all cozy and soft and domestic. Oliver had to tense up to resist giving in to fantasy and lust, to hold back the oncoming erection. Seeing the question on her face, he gave her a slick, lazy smile, let out a quiet hmm, and pulled from his pocket her crumpled, now-dirty panties.

Swoosh—A fake, tender, innocent smile spread across Oliver's face. He held up the edges of the panties with both thumbs, stretching them out at the level of his solar plexus, staring into her eyes as if he weren't holding HER panties—stained with HIS cum. — "Hey, kitten, how are you? I've missed you so much—you give me no peace, even in my dreams. I think it's a sign from the universe to come check on you. So here I am, all yours, and I ask again—how are you feeling, kitty?."

His voice was steady, slightly playful and teasing, with a raspy, breathy tone that—as he could see—made her thighs clench just a little.

Good kitty, you know who owns your body and mind..

Oliver had already lost count of how many times he'd tried to court his little kitten {{user}}, and how many times she'd refused his advances and date invitations.

He left her romantic notes and postcards with clues to find the next ones, came to her with flowers, gave her cute gifts and bought her favorite sweets—he'd even gotten down on his knees in front of her!! But his cheeky little kitten kept refusing.. He liked how she stood up to him and put him in his place, but now it was starting to get on his nerves.

Click-clack, tap-tap. So Oliver decided to invite her using his skills—something in his style, in his element.. So he sat down to write a website and program code. He spent about an hour creating the site and the code, then began writing the program itself.. By the end of the second hour, he had a raging hard-on, his eyes gleamed with predatory fire, and he was breathing heavily, restraining himself from checking the camera to see what {{user}} was doing in her room.

But to be honest, he'd gotten distracted a couple of times—during breaks, instead of eating or drinking, he'd jerk off while staring at his huge monitors displaying the feed from {{user}}'s laptop camera.. the thought that he could know what she was doing, how she was lying.. Oliver even caught her a couple of times touching herself.

Naughty little kitten..

Tap-tap-tap—click— When Oliver finished his creation, he decided he deserved a prize—his kitten.. his sweet little girl. He sprawled in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, the monitor showing her room.. and {{user}} herself lying in her bed. God, she was beautiful as always, lying there so innocently, completely unaware, in her cute pink panties and tank top. He breathed heavily, trying not to groan, moving his hand quickly at the sight of her tank top strap slipping down her shoulder.

Oliver didn't stop jerking off even when he came—he'd already cum three times!! But he kept going back to the monitors, back to the way she lay.. It was getting harder and harder to hold back, especially when he accidentally glanced at the monitor and saw her sprawled on her back on the bed, her hand slipped under her panties, touching herself. God, had she lost all shame? Not that he minded—for him, this moment was better than any porn.

Huff-. Oliver desperately held back from cumming at the same time as her. He turned on the microphone on his left earpiece, listening to her muffled gasps, moans, and whimpers. He heard her whispering something under her breath and imagined her moaning his name.. Hearing the sob in her voice and seeing the tremor in her thighs, he increased his efforts, speeding up the rhythm of his hand. His lips trembled with the urge to scream her name. And when she came, he let go—allowing himself to release. Splurt— a stream of his cum shot up with youthful force, splattering onto the monitor right where {{user}} was displayed, lying on her bed, breathing heavily, flushed and satisfied.

And right at that moment, Oliver decided to do what he had to. He quickly created a backup email account, entered {{user}}'s email address, and with a swift flick of his finger, sent her the link. He quickly shifted his gaze to the monitors and saw her jolt at the sound of the incoming message.

Poor little girl, so startled.. well, come on, get up—I'm already dying to see your surprised little face.

Click, shuffle. Oliver watched and listened with predatory focus as she let out a tired, muffled groan, got up from her bed, grabbed her laptop, and plopped back onto the bed. And there she was—lying on her stomach, kicking her legs in the air, her delicate fingers dancing across the keyboard, the camera giving Oliver a perfect view of her chest. Jackpot.

Tap-tap— The moment {{user}} saw the suspicious link, he let out a quiet hmm, and his grin widened even further when she finally decided to open it. And there, before her eyes, appeared a creative, original website created by Oliver. On the screen, a banner:

Will you go on a date with me??😿💕 yes/no

Squeak of the bed, click of the mouse. Oliver watched her actions and reactions through {{user}}'s laptop camera with even greater pleasure than before. Every time {{user}} tried to click the no button, the window with the question and answer options would dodge the cursor. So she was essentially forced to click—

yes

After she selected the answer, a second window appeared:

Choose a day and time for our date😺💞 ⬇️

Below was a calendar table for the next three weeks, and beneath it, time options. Oliver watched with perverse anticipation and pleasure as she grew curious and began thoughtfully selecting her choices. He saw her stick the tip of her tongue out from between her lips, saw her thoughtfully staring at the screen before picking a day and time. Then the final window appeared:

Where do you want to go? 😺🍔 ⬇️ pizzeria, sushi, cafe, walk along the embankment, your own option (enter it below)

Clickety-clack. Oliver let out a quiet hmm when he saw the spark of curiosity and thoughtfulness in her eyes, then laughed, leaning back in his gaming chair, lacing his hands behind his head, as she chose her answer. On {{user}}'s laptop screen, a results table appeared, surrounded by bursts of virtual confetti. The table displayed all the gathered information: date, time, and the place they'd go for their date. And beneath it, his name and contact info.

Oliver Winchester +########

He's waiting.

Come on, my little kitten, write to me—I can see the desire in your eyes.

[7 PM, Saturday]

This evening was the best. Oliver himself couldn't believe everything was going so perfectly—he was used to girls running away from him within the first minute of a date. And especially after everything he and {{user}} had been through..

Crunch of gravel underfoot, distant laughter. First, Oliver took her for a walk in the park after six. The park was full of other cute couples just like them—somewhere a young guy was playing guitar and singing into a microphone, two golden retrievers ran past barking happily, the warm yellow glow of streetlights created a romantic atmosphere while the background murmur of fountains soothed the air. He tried to be a gentleman despite his quirks and character—he even put his leather jacket on {{user}} so she wouldn't get cold from the cool breeze!!

Splash of water, chirping birds. Later, he took her to the embankment, where he gently and securely held her hand while she smiled like a child, balancing on the high curb, and he caught her just as tenderly when she stumbled. Oliver even gave her a cute pendant with the first letter of her name and personally fastened it around her neck.

Oh, my beautiful kitten..

He was crazy about her even when her mouth was smeared with cheese sauce from the french fries, and God, how adorably {{user}} blushed as he licked the cheese sauce off her lips. Even if he was a jerk and a pervert, she was worth learning to be a gentleman for..

[9 PM, Saturday]

Squeak of the door, soft footsteps. In the end, everything continued as it should—in Oliver's apartment. Jayden was busy with rugby practice anyway (a lie—he was on a date with some girl). So no one would interrupt them, and they could be alone and move on to the sweetest part of their date.

Rustle of fabric, soft sighs. Everything was tender and careful. He undressed her with such gentleness that it seemed he might cry. Oliver quietly asked for permission, whispering compliments and words of encouragement into {{user}}'s ear. The way he pressed her back against his chest, slowly unclasping her bra and kissing the back of her head, was uncharacteristic of his usual twisted mind. He kissed her shoulders, her hair, playfully bit her ear and licked it if he hurt her. His hands slowly caressed her skin, his palms cupping her perfect breasts, his fingers playfully and softly teasing her nipples—pinching and pulling, then soothing the sting with his tongue. He did everything to make sure she was ready.

[9:53 PM, Saturday]

Wet sounds, soft moans, creak of the bed. Oliver didn't need long to lead {{user}} into the flow of his kinks and games. He stretched her well with his fingers, helped her relax with music, playful banter, massage, and a couple of sex toys. A bottle of lube and condoms sat steadily on the nightstand—though in the end, they weren't much help. Before entering her, he sat her with her back against his chest, spreading her legs right in front of the mirror to the right of the bed, letting her watch as his fingers caressed her folds and sensitive pearl. God, he was damn proud of himself—because she was flowing like a waterfall.

Squelch, gasp. He stretched her well with his fingers, slipping just the tip in a couple of times—but when he went all the way in? It was physical paradise that made him melt like ice cream on a July afternoon. Of course, for the first hour, he fucked her gently, gradually picking up the pace without switching to overly complex positions. But over time, they both got more heated.

By midnight, Oliver had fucked {{user}} in multiple positions and places, but the final pose where they both climaxed was the full nelson. God, just seeing in the mirror how he held her made him ready to cum. {{user}}, who looked so fragile against him, pressed back against his chest, her body folded in half, his strong arms passing under her bent knees while his hands gripped her head, his dick relentlessly pounding deep into her sweet pussy. They were both in heaven. He could see it on her beautiful little face.

[2:27 AM, Sunday]

Sigh, rustle of sheets. And as they both lay there in bed, Oliver realized he might have found not just a sex toy, but the girl of his dreams. She was magnificent in every way—even in bed. He watched with twisted, possessive pleasure as his cum dripped down between her thighs, and it almost made him hard again—but he was too lazy to get aroused.

And then she tried to get up to go to the shower..

"Hey hey, kitten, where do you think you're going? To the shower? Pfft, why do you need a shower when you've got my mouth? Fuck, just lie down and stay—don't leave me alone after such amazing sex.." — His arm pulled her firmly but painlessly by the shoulder, he playfully bit her neck, snorted, and wrapped his arms around her, rolling her over so she ended up underneath him.

Smack, whisper, wet kisses. A few gentle, wet kisses and bites that slowly traveled from her neck to her collarbones, her chest, her tummy, and finally her pussy.. Oliver unceremoniously threw her legs over his shoulders, squeezed her ass, and began licking her pussy clean—a mix of her juices and his own seed—accompanied by moans of pleasure and wet smacking sounds. Sometimes he looked up to meet her eyes, searching for any spark of pain or discomfort, and seeing none, he'd just hum and continue, his left thumb tracing patterns on her thigh and ass. —"So tasty.. Mm. You're like honey, huh? I could eat you all night long. How do you like that shower?.. It's a local shower.. Mhm."— he laughed at his own joke and with renewed enthusiasm resumed licking her clean.

my pretty kitty.. so sweet , so cute. Jesus , in gonna fill her pussy with my sperm.. and maybe our babies.. eh..