Bucky feels guilty, Ellie feels guilty… discussions on what constitutes a real disguise…

Bucky raised his head from his hands, looking back to the computer screen.

There he was, lips pressed against Ellie's pussy.

Not when he was eating her out, no.

After, when he'd licked her until she'd calmed down…

When he'd kissed over her warm mound.

Something he should not have been doing!

Even now, all he could think about was getting back between her thighs and how much he wanted it.

Bucky's fingers tugged at his hair. He had been trying to unfuck himself, but had ended up fucking himself even more!

Eating her out was supposed to have gotten rid of the craving, not made it stronger!

Bucky smacked his laptop closed, frustrated and irritated with himself.

It was his fault, it really was.

Ellie didn't even know what a cam girl was until he told her, and now she was one, he had crossed the friend zone line, and he couldn't imagine what the hell he was going to do when they had enough to pay the rent and he didn't have an excuse to touch her anymore.

Probably masturbate to the videos until he accidentally tugged his dick off…

"Bucky, dinner's ready," Ellie called through his closed door. "You ok?" She asked.

"Yeah," he called back. "Just finishing my arm exercises."

"Ok, well, don't let dinner get cold," she told him.

Bucky fell back in his chair, his head falling back to face the ceiling. "Fucked," he muttered to himself. "I am totally fucked."

Ellie watched Bucky walking toward her and sit on the couch. Her eyes quickly flashed away when she noticed that there was a bulge in his pants. "So, that new movie tonight?" She asked to change her train of thought.

Maybe she had just been imagining it.

"Sure," Bucky agreed, reaching forward and taking his food from the table.

Ellie started the movie, and they both got involved in it, rooting for their favorite characters.

About halfway through the movie, Ellie risked a glance over at Bucky's groin, going crazy with curiosity. She looked, and it looked different. Giving what scrutiny she could without making it obvious, she decided that it did look flatter; no bulge.

Ellie looked back to the movie, acting as though everything was normal.

Someone in the movie made a joke about a drought in a specific vicinity, pointing in the area of one person, and the characters all acted accordingly.

Ellie bit her lip thoughtfully. She had been having a pretty bad drought herself, before the cam show. Now, though, she felt great. Bucky had been giving her great orgasms. No sign of the mythical nipplegasm, but the ones she had had were great.

Ok, maybe amazing.

Bucky snorted at a joke on the movie and she looked over to him.

Somehow he had been having a drought, too. He could probably just walk up to any woman on the street, flash his playboy smirk, smoulder at her for a few seconds, then ask her to bed, and she'd go.

Ellie looked back to the movie, biting her lip harder.

Bucky was giving her all these wonderful orgasms, making her body do things it had never done before, and he didn't even get an orgasm.

She felt like she was just taking and taking from him, giving nothing in return. Sure, all the things he was doing were for pretend, just a show to pay the rent, but the orgasms were real.

Oh yes, the orgasms were certainly real.

Ellie pulled her mind back to current reality, glancing over to see if Bucky had noticed her taking a sudden mental vacation.

Guilt started building in her stomach, strange, but undeniable guilt.

Yeah, Bucky was doing these things to her for a show, and not for her, but… there wasn't any reason she couldn't do anything for him for a show.

In fact, it might give them even more tips… if he didn't object to her touching him…

… … …

"Hey, Buck," Ellie started hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He asked, flexing his arm against the band.

"Um, I-I know that we said we'd leave everything from the show there, and not bring it out here," she gestured around the living room, "but, um…"

Bucky was watching her carefully. "What's up, Ellie? You can just say it."

"I- well I feel really selfish- I mean you're the one doing all the hard work for the show, all I do is lay there, and- um- well, I thought maybe I could do something for you- for- o-on the show-" she broke off to stop her stuttering, and Bucky swallowed hard against the sudden lump in his throat. "A-anyway, do you think that kind of thing would do ok on the show?" She looked up at him from under the hair managing to fall in her eyes, her cheeks a dark color of embarrassment.

"Y-" he choked, then cleared his throat. "Yeah. Really well…"

"Ok, g-good, 'cause, ya know… if it wouldn't, I wouldn't want to do it and ruin the show…"

Bucky had to fight the erection trying to take hold of him. He'd thought of it in passing, when he watched her lips move in the sexy vowel sounds she moaned out in pleasure and orgasm, but he'd never thought it would actually happen.

Now it was going to happen.

"Wh-what about your face? I thought you didn't want anyone to see it?" He questioned.

"I'll put on a disguise," she answered simply.

"Like what?" He asked, the thought of her in a sexy nurse or librarian outfit jumping into his mind and taking residence with the rest of his filthy fantasies.

"Sunglasses and a baseball cap," she said with a grin. "Old standby."

Bucky laughed. "That is not a disguise. Besides, people," he, "would want to see your eyes, at least, if you won't let them see the whole thing."

Ellie made a face. "Hm… I could- no, I couldn't see through a sleep mask… oh- I have that mask from my cat costume!"

He remembered that from when they'd gone to some Halloween party. It was a cute half face mask with little ears on top, a nose painted on, and a short faux fur that gave it a soft feel. Bucky nodded. "That would work," he agreed.

He'd at least get to see her eyes… Get to look into 'his kitten's' eyes as she sucked his cock…

He couldn't fucking wait until tomorrow!

Have you ever seen a tsundere ask to give someone a blowjob? Now you have!