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Two whole weeks had gone by without Frank.

There was nothing you hated nothing more in this world than when he would go away to play punisher in another city that was hours away. But, it gave him satisfaction, and you didn't want to take that away from him.

Frank had many rules for when he was away; for example, no leaving the apartment after dark, never tell anyone that you were alone and to never hesitate to call him if anything happened.

Although, he did also have rules about texting and calling him. No texting "i miss yous", no calling just to chat and absolutely no horny calling him.

But that was just the thing, the frustrating ache between your legs was growing bigger by the second, and you wanted nothing more than to ring Frank's latest number and make him say dirty things in your ear, but of course, you couldn't.

You let your head fall off the side of the bed in frustration, letting out a sigh. Your head was beginning to swirl with memories of you and Frank in bed, which was just adding to your frustration.

But that's when the idea popped into your head. A brilliant idea.

"No! You can't. You know how Frank is when it comes to interrupting his important work and texting him!" the imaginary angel on your shoulder spoke.

"Fuck Frank's very important work and texting rules. He's been gone two whole weeks! Who leaves their girl for two weeks and expects her to suffer in frustration?" the devil retaliates. Right now you were agreeing with his argument. And anyways, it's quite late at night he surely wouldn't be out fighting someone right now or in a life or death situation.

A grin spread across your face as you eyed up your laptop that was sitting on the end of the bed. You crawl towards the end of the bed, grabbing the laptop and opening the screen, being greeted by the screen saver of you and Frank cuddling naked in bed after he surprised you with a trip away for Valentine's. The picture only added to your desperation.

The ache in your pussy was only growing the closer you got to opening the camera app, and when you finally did, butterflies exploded in your stomach. You reached across the bed and to your nightstand, where, in the bottom drawer sat your small collection of vibrators. You smiled, running your finger through the air above them.

"Hmm, which one shall I choose?" you mumbled before grabbing the middle one. When turned on, it's head spun around extremely fast, and was your favourite by far.

You look at your outfit in the camera. Frank's black top and white joggers was what you were wearing right now. If you were gonna do this, you were going to go to the next level.

You stalked over to your closet and pulled out a box from the very back, behind your row of shoes. As you opened the box, the smell of perfume and sex drifted out. Your eyes immediately darted for the white lace thong and bralette set, which you knew was one of Frank's favourites. You grabbed it out of the box and quickly pulled off your current outfit and tugged on the underwear. You pull your hair out of its plait and let the waves flow down your back and some over your chest.

Smirking as you posed in the mirror, you whispered, "showtime."

You jumped onto the bed, moving the laptop to a better angle and propping cushions up behind you. As you press record, you make sure to lean right over the camera, so Frank's first look would be your tits and he'd get the idea what type of video this is.

You lean back on your hands, and look down the camera lens. "See, this is what happens when you leave your girl alone for too long, Frankie." You bite your lip as you grab the pink vibrator sat next to you. You make sure to hold eye contact with the camera as you let the strap of your bra fall down your arm and turn on the vibrator.

First, to the lowest setting, running it over your lower stomach, the closer to your pussy it got the more waves of pleasure was sent through your body. "Mhm," you moaned quietly as you brought it closer to your throbbing pussy. You lean back against the cushions and spread legs so the camera has perfect view of your panties.

You turn the setting up one more, the head's rotations spinning faster. You now hold it against your clit, your panties still on. Your moans grew louder and your toes curled at the sudden increase in pleasure. Turning the vibrator up another level the pleasure only grew more and more in your stomach. You pulled the vibrator away from yourself for a second so you could pull your soaked thong down your legs and throw it somewhere in your room.

You run your fingers over your wet pussy, "is this what you wanted, Frank?" you moan quietly as you push one finger in. "You wanted me to get all worked up so I would do something like this didn't you?" You pushed another finger in.

You begin to thrust in and out with your fingers, grabbing the vibrator and putting it onto full speed, the head rotating against your clit sending intense pleasure waves through your body. Your back arched against the bed as your mouth was stuck in an 'O' shape.

"F-fuck Frank!" you moan loudly as you feel yourself nearing closer to your orgasm. Your finger thrusts began to get sloppier and your hand holding the vibrator goes weak as your orgasm coursed through your body, your toes curling, knees bent and back arched. It was one hell of a fucking orgasm.

You lay there for a few seconds, catching your breath before sitting up and looking at yourself on the laptop camera. You smile before stopping the recording and hesitating on what to do next.

"Just fucking send it!" the devilish voice in your head was saying. Your finger hovered over the share link button before you finally gathered enough courage to click it and send it to Frank's email. You fall back onto the bed, exhausted.

But your phone vibrating against the dining room table was enough for you to muster up enough strength to get out of bed, walk to the kitchen and see who it was.

Frank #64: your lucky David's asleep or he would've seen your tits

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