The Star on the Other Side of the Screen, Demanding I Paint Her Face

It had been another grueling day at the office, the kind that drained every ounce of energy from my body. My boss, Lisa, with her perpetually furrowed brow and knack for criticism, had shot down my marketing campaign pitch for the third time this week. Under the harsh glare of fluorescent lights, I slumped at my desk, the rhythmic hum of the office equipment buzzing in my ears like an angry swarm. My phone, a lifeline to anything beyond this corporate purgatory, sat idle. I refreshed my dating apps for what felt like the hundredth time, only to be met with the same empty inbox. Just as I was about to give up, a notification lit up the screen, stopping my heart for a moment.

“Pool party tomorrow. Just you and me. Don’t be late xx” – the message was from none other than Virginia Clarke, the internet sensation whose sultry videos and bratty charm had haunted my late-night fantasies for months. I’d stumbled across her profile on NSFWGirlfriend, and since then, her image—those piercing blue eyes, her teasing smirk, and curves that seemed sculpted by a divine hand—had been etched into my mind. A 20-year-old goddess with millions of followers, and now she was inviting me for a private meetup? My pulse raced as I reread the message, half-convinced it was a prank. But the personalized tone, the casual “xx,” made it feel real. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

Chapter 2: Arrival & Tension

The next day, I pulled up to Virginia’s Malibu mansion, my beat-up sedan looking glaringly out of place among the palm trees and sleek architecture. My breath hitched as I stepped out, the salty ocean breeze mingling with the scent of chlorine from the pool area. And there she was—Virginia Clarke, lounging poolside in a scandalously small white bikini that left little to the imagination. Her tanned thighs shimmered with a fresh layer of sunscreen, catching the sunlight as she lazily sipped a margarita. Her plump lips pressed against the glass, leaving a faint pink imprint that made my throat go dry.

“You’re even cuter in person,” she purred, her voice a melodic tease as she stretched languidly, her movements deliberate. The fabric of her bikini strained against her 36D chest, the outline of her pink nipples visible through the damp material. I felt a jolt of heat in my swim trunks, my body betraying me before I could even speak. “But I think you’re overdressed, Mark.”

I opened my mouth to reply, but before a word could escape, Virginia rose with feline grace and closed the distance between us. Her fingers teased the waistband of my shorts, her touch electric. “Let’s fix that,” she whispered, her warm breath brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. In one fluid motion, she tugged my shorts down, freeing my already throbbing erection. The air felt cool against my exposed skin, but her proximity—her coconut-sweet scent, the heat radiating from her body—set me ablaze.

She giggled, a sound both playful and predatory, as her delicate hand gave my shaft a slow, experimental stroke. I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped my lips. “So responsive,” she murmured, pressing her bikini-clad core against my thigh. Even through the thin fabric, I could feel her warmth, her arousal mingling with the faint chlorine scent of the pool. “Tell me, do you jerk off thinking about me?” Her words were a challenge, her bluebell eyes locking onto mine, daring me to answer.

Chapter 3: The First Release

Before I could muster a response, Virginia sank to her knees with a wicked gleam in her eye. In one practiced motion, she took my entire length into her mouth, her throat muscles fluttering around me as she deepthroated with effortless skill. I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching for her blonde hair as she gazed up at me, those iconic bluebell eyes holding me captive just as they did her millions of followers online.

“Gonna cum already?” she teased, pulling back just enough to speak, her lips glistening as she bobbed sloppily. Her manicured nails dug into my thighs, the slight sting only heightening my desperation as I tried to thrust deeper. “Go ahead—but you’re painting this pretty face.”

Her taunt was the final push. With a guttural growl, I came harder than I had in months, thick ropes shooting across her pouty lips, splattering over her dimpled cheeks, and catching in her long blonde eyelashes. She giggled, a delighted sound, as she licked her lips like a cat savoring cream. “Mmm, delicious,” she purred, scooping a stray drop from her chin with a finger and popping it into her mouth with a theatrical flair. “But we’re just getting started, babe.”

Chapter 4: Poolside Dominance

Without giving me a moment to recover, Virginia grabbed my wrist and tugged me toward the shallow end of the pool. The cool water lapped against my heated skin as she pushed me against the tiled edge, her body pressing into mine. She straddled my lap, the contrast of the chilly water and her burning skin driving me wild as she ground her bikini-clad pussy against my renewed erection.

“Who do I belong to?” she demanded, her voice sharp with authority as she yanked off her bikini top, revealing perfect pink nipples already stiff with arousal. Her breasts bounced slightly with the motion, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

“You,” I gasped, my hands finding her luscious ass, kneading the soft flesh instinctively.

“Louder.” She pinched my nipple sharply, the sudden pain mixing with pleasure.

“You, Virginia! Only you!” I nearly shouted, desperate to please her.

Her triumphant grin was wicked, a predator savoring her prey, as she positioned herself over me. The moan she let out when she sank down onto my cock was raw, primal—a sound that could’ve broken the internet if recorded. We moved in perfect sync, water splashing with each powerful thrust, the rhythm building like a storm. “Touch me,” she commanded, guiding my fingers to her swollen clit. I obeyed instantly, circling the sensitive nub as she rode me harder, her breasts bouncing hypnotically with every motion, her gasps and moans filling the air.

Chapter 5: Facial Finish

As I felt the tension building again, Virginia suddenly pulled away, standing up with water cascading off her glistening body like a siren emerging from the depths. “On your knees,” she ordered, her tone brooking no argument. I scrambled to comply as she stepped out of the pool, spreading her long legs on the concrete edge, her skin shimmering in the afternoon sun.

“Make me pretty again,” she taunted, spreading her pussy lips to reveal glistening pink folds, her arousal evident. Two fingers plunged inside herself as she watched me stroke, her eyes burning with lust. “Do it. Now.”

Her command shattered my control. I exploded at her words—the first shot landing on her collarbone, the second streaking across her jiggling tits. “More!” Virginia demanded, rubbing her clit frantically, her body trembling. The third rope hit her chin, the fourth decorated her nose as she came with a piercing scream, her juices mixing with the chlorinated water dripping down her thighs. She collapsed back slightly, panting, a satisfied smirk on her lips as she admired the mess we’d made, her dominance over me complete in that electric, unforgettable moment.

Chapter 6: Afterglow and Power Play

As Virginia lounged back on the pool edge, her chest heaving with the aftershocks of her climax, I knelt there, breathless and overwhelmed. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden hue over her slick, glistening skin, making her look like some untouchable deity. She wiped a stray drop of cum from her cheek with a slow, deliberate swipe of her finger, locking eyes with me as she licked it clean. A smirk curled her lips, and I felt that familiar jolt of arousal despite my recent release.

“You’re fun, Mark,” she said, her voice a mix of amusement and command as she stood, stretching her lithe body with casual arrogance. Water and sweat dripped down her curves, pooling on the concrete beneath her. “But I’m not done with you yet. Get up.”

I staggered to my feet, my legs shaky from the intensity of what had just happened. Virginia circled me like a predator assessing its prey, her bare feet slapping softly against the wet ground. She stopped behind me, her breath hot against my ear as she pressed her naked chest into my back. “You think you’ve pleased me?” she whispered, her hands sliding down my sides, nails grazing my skin just hard enough to make me flinch. “I decide when we’re finished. And I want more.”

Her words sent a shiver through me, reigniting the fire in my core. Before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a plush poolside cabana draped in sheer white curtains that billowed in the ocean breeze. The air inside was cooler, scented with hibiscus and salt, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her body as she pushed me down onto a cushioned lounger.

Chapter 7: Cabana Control

Virginia straddled me once more, her thighs pinning me in place as she loomed over me, her blonde hair falling in damp waves around her face. The sheer power in her gaze pinned me as much as her body did. “You’re mine to play with,” she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. She leaned down, her lips brushing mine in a teasing, barely-there kiss that left me aching for more. I tried to deepen it, but she pulled back with a wicked laugh, her hand pressing against my chest to keep me down.

“Not yet,” she teased, sliding down my body until her face hovered over my hardening cock. Her breath was warm against my sensitive skin, and I groaned as she flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting the remnants of our earlier encounter. “I want you begging for me,” she murmured, her eyes glinting with mischief as she gave me a slow, torturous stroke with her hand.

“Please, Virginia,” I gasped, the words spilling out before I could stop them. My hips bucked instinctively, desperate for more of her touch, but she only tightened her grip, controlling the pace with maddening precision.

“Good boy,” she purred, rewarding me with a long, lingering lick that made my head spin. “But I’m going to make you wait. I want to see how much you can take.”

For what felt like an eternity, she toyed with me—alternating between feather-light touches and firm, deliberate strokes, her mouth occasionally joining in just enough to push me to the edge before pulling back. My entire body trembled under her control, every nerve screaming for release as she watched me with that triumphant, bratty smirk. The cabana curtains fluttered, framing her like a scene from a forbidden dream, the faint crash of waves outside mingling with my ragged breathing.

Chapter 8: The Breaking Point

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t endure another second of her teasing, Virginia shifted, climbing back up to straddle my hips. Her pussy, still slick with arousal, brushed against me, the heat unbearable as she ground down just enough to make me groan. “Do you want it?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous, her nails digging into my shoulders as she leaned in close. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the hard peaks of her nipples a maddening sensation against my skin.

“Yes, please, Virginia,” I panted, my voice raw with need. “I need you.”

Her smile was pure victory as she lowered herself onto me, enveloping me in her tight, wet heat. The sensation was overwhelming, a perfect mix of relief and renewed desperation as she began to move, her hips rolling with a rhythm that matched the crashing waves beyond the cabana. I gripped her waist, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I matched her pace, each thrust driving us both higher.

“Don’t hold back,” she commanded, her voice breaking into a moan as she threw her head back, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders. “Give me everything.”

Her words shattered the last of my restraint. With a primal growl, I surged up, flipping our positions so she was beneath me on the lounger. Her surprised gasp turned into a delighted laugh as I took control for the first time, thrusting into her with all the pent-up frustration she’d built in me. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as her moans grew louder, echoing in the small space of the cabana.

When we finally came, it was simultaneous—a shared explosion of pleasure that left us both shuddering, clinging to each other as the world spun. Virginia’s nails raked down my back, marking me as hers even in the throes of her climax. We collapsed together, sweaty and spent, her head resting on my chest as the ocean breeze cooled our heated skin through the open curtains.

Chapter 9: A Lingering Promise

As our breathing steadied, Virginia tilted her head to look up at me, her bluebell eyes softer now, but still holding that spark of mischief. “You’ve got potential, Mark,” she murmured, tracing lazy circles on my chest with her finger. “This doesn’t end here. I’m keeping you around… for now.”

Her words were both a promise and a threat, and I felt a thrill at the idea of being at her mercy again. The sun had nearly set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, and as we lay there in the afterglow, I knew this was only the beginning of whatever twisted, intoxicating game Virginia Clarke had planned for me.