Alexander and I met at work. We both were low-wage employees at a customer service center. We were getting paid next to nothing to get yelled at by people for shit we can’t control. He and I shared the same schedule and lunch break so I started up a few conversations with him, mainly because neither of us seemed to know anyone else in the small break room people crammed into for lunch. He was a nerdy guy, but knew his stuff when it came to the Internet. All I knew was what we learned in training. We both were divorced, but unlike me, Alexander had no children.
Once after work, Alexander saw me crying in my car and came to ask what’s wrong. I tried to blow him off but he had known about the angry caller that unloaded a profanity-laden tirade on me. Our supervisor did nothing to help me, so I just had to sit and take it. Alexander consoled me and suggested that I try to find something else. I confessed that I had been trying but could find nothing that could work with taking care of my kids that paid even worse. Then I began unloading about everything going wrong in my life, including the fathers of my kids that wouldn’t pay child support, much less call their own children.
Alexander suggested we go to the closest fast food restaurant to talk since everyone in the parking lot could see me crying. He was right that it was none of their business. Over burgers, I confided in him how tight my budget had become. If it hadn’t been for government assistance and the aid of family, I wouldn’t have been able to take care of my kids. The jobs we had didn’t pay much and I was looking for either another job that paid more or a second job, but that would keep me away from my kids more. Alexander listened and thought heavily before saying he had a suggestion, but wasn’t sure if he should mention it.
Almost immediately, he began to back out of his idea, before even telling me what it was. I had to practically beg him to tell me. He then, very hesitantly, told me that whatever he suggested couldn’t be held against him, it was just a suggestion. I told him I was desperate, I’ll consider almost anything right now. He then leaned in closer.
“Nora, do you know about webcams?” He asked in a lowered voice. I nodded my head and leaned in closer as he continued, “I helped a lady in Florida set up a webcam where she would chat with people online, occasionally flashing some skin. She even sold pictures of herself, in sexy clothes, swimsuits, even some nude.”
My mouth dropped open. He was suggesting that I get naked on the Internet. Guys had hit on me before, but never in such a way. I was about to object when he continued, obviously trying to sway my obvious shock, “The site she was on was membership only, and you could probably pick up a little extra money just by being in a bikini or revealing clothing. Selling pictures for a small fee could bring in a little bit extra.”
I sat back, still a little shocked. “If you’re just trying to…”
He interrupted me, “I’m not trying to hit on you. Sure, I think you’re hot, but I’m just trying to get back on my feet, too. We could work together on this and both help ourselves out. I have a webcam and a fast Internet connection, so just give me a share of the money you make from tips viewers give. You don’t have to be nude, just pose in bikinis or something like that. Heck, you’ve probably already posted pictures like this on Facebook.”
I had posted a few bikini shots on Facebook before. Once, I inadvertently put up a skimpy lingerie picture up that I meant to send to a guy before taking it down. I asked him, “If it was members only, it’d be more private, wouldn’t it?” He nodded, so I asked him where we could do this, since my house was out of the question..
“I have a two bedroom apartment and one of the bedrooms is my home office.” he answered, “I urge you to tell someone you trust where you’ll be. If you wanted to bring someone, you could.” He was very open to making me feel all right that he wasn’t going to try anything, so I told him I didn’t need to bring anyone, the fewer people that knew right now, the better. He insisted that I still let someone know that I would text them around a certain time, and if I didn’t respond, call me first before worrying too much.
“Okay, but just a bikini,” I answered him in a whisper, “Will it take a lot of effort to set it all up?”
“No, there’s just the need to set up a profile and send a copy of your driver’s license and a picture of you holding it,,” he relaxed in his seat, probably relieved that I wasn’t upset at the proposition, “My schedule is pretty much open, so we can do the first cam session whenever you’re available.”
My aunt watched my kids while I was work and always said that she can watch them for a little longer if I needed to work late. I hated to lie to her so I asked how long it would take. He promised me only an hour or two, but if I stayed longer, it might help get a larger group of followers for future cam shows. I told him tomorrow after work I could follow him to his apartment and bring a bathing suit to pose in. He reminded me that a bikini would be best.
“Don’t worry, Alexander, I only wear bikinis,” I answered. It think it turned him on a little bit by the smile he gave me. He said he’d have things set up that night so we could get started as soon as possible when we got there the next day. He snapped a picture of my license and of me holding it. He told me that his apartment was a half hour away, so I could make arrangements for my kids. He also gave me his cellphone number and told me to let him know if I changed my mind.
I didn’t know how I felt about him not trying to hit on me, unless this was his way. He did say I could let someone know where I was going. So on the way home, I called a friend that I trusted and told her that tomorrow I was meeting a guy after work. I didn’t want to give her details, so I let her believe it was a date. I told her that I would text her the address of where I was going to be when I got there..
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After the kids were in bed, I went through my bathing suits to pick what I was going to wear. I knew I wanted the royal blue bikini as it was my newest, and my favorite. Even before I get a good tan going, it makes my skin look darker. I was torn on another one. It was between a leopard print that covered a little more than the blue one, or an orange one that really looked best when I had a darker tan. The orange covered less, especially on the bottom, but I thought that the leopard print looked sexier. Unable to decide I texted Alexander pics of all of them and asked which he preferred. He replied that he thought the blue was much more flattering, and might work better to draw in viewers.
I had trouble sleeping that night, of course. I was nervous about guys watching me on the Internet, but couldn’t figure out why. I had taken sexy shots for guys before, but I always took them, and the only people that saw them, to my knowledge, were the guys I wanted to see them, and were guys I was interested in. Tomorrow I was going to have men I didn’t know probably masturbate to me. I didn’t know how I felt, but I needed to get over my nerves.
I figured the only thing to do was to follow up on my text to Alexander. I got up and dressed in the leopard print bikini and took a couple of selfies in the mirror. I didn’t try to be too sexy, but showed it off from front and back. Then I took pictures of the orange one. I sent them to Alexander with no message. I wondered how he would respond to them.
When I took them off, I didn’t put anything on. My nightshirt was by my bed if any of my kids needed me during the night, but I got back into bed nude. I was now excited to the point that I could feel my pussy growing wet. It was so stimulating that I couldn’t go back to sleep until I dealt with it, so I reached between my legs and placed three fingers on the lips of my pussy. I was going to have to shave my pussy in the morning, but right now, all I could think about was what men everywhere would be doing when they saw me in a bikini.
They would want me, and in wanting me, they would be getting harder and harder until they had to stroke their cocks to me on the monitors. I could see them in my mind glistening as they slid their hands up and down the shafts. My fingers explored my clit as I thought of their cocks glistening with precum, and imagined them desiring me and wondering what it would feel like if someone would pull aside my bikini and slip inside of me. I put a second hand on my clit while my first reached inside of me, arcing up to rub the sensitive area inside.
I could feel my climax growing closer. My mind began to focus on my fingers, my pussy, and my clit. As it drew closer, I felt more and more sexy. I was so wet, ready for a strong man to penetrate me. I wanted to feel his hard cock fill my pussy. I wanted to feel him throb and flood my cunt with his cum.
Then I felt my orgasm crashing down on me. It hit as hard as it ever had, curling my entire body as it withdrew, then came back like a wave.forcing me to shake from inside, making every inch of my body vibrate with intense pleasure. My hand separated from my wetness and i gasped to catch my breath, holding enough of my wits to not be too loud and wake my kids. I could feel an uncontrollable smile on my face as I drifted off to sleep.
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The next day at work was uneventful, but I tried to catch a glance at Alexander, to see if there was any sign of what he thought of the pictures I had sent him. The few times that I did see him, he was busy, so I never got his attention before our shift ended. I waited for him outside of our call center for just a couple of minutes. He came out, putting on his jacket and asking me if I wanted the address or did I want to follow him. I opted for both. Once I followed a friend and got separated by a red light and was completely lost. He was fine with that.
Once out in the parking lot, I felt a blush move across my face as I asked him if he got the pictures that I sent him. He smiled at me and said that he did. He had a very warm smile that read of a little bit of deviltry behind it. I asked him what he thought, and he let me know that they were nice but he really couldn’t wait for me to see what guys thought of me.
The drive to his apartment seemed to take forever, but Alexander made an obvious effort to keep me behind him so I didn’t get lost. When we pulled into his apartment building, I was surprised that it was a much older building, but well-maintained on the outside. Inside, the stairwell and hallway were more modern, but very plain. Alexander explained that he took the apartment specifically for the extra room he could turn into a home office. It even had its own door onto the hall to make it more professional if he ever needed it to be. I was a little nervous, but remembered at the last moment to text my friend the address.
Alexander opened the door and stepped aside, allowing me to enter first. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but it instantly struck me that Alexander knew what he was doing. He already had lights set up. There was an upholstered dining room chair off to the side and a nice fabric office chair in front of the computer. In one corner he had six louver closet doors set up as a screen. The window had heavy curtains blocking any outdoor light. The webcam was sitting on top of a shelf above the computer monitor and looked very capable of capturing in high quality.
“You can change over there,” Alexander pointed to the screen, “I need to get a few things ready while you do.” I carried my purse and I got behind the screen. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Then I lifted my shirt above my head.
I was going to do this. I had to mentally prepare myself. I remembered the fantasy I had the night before and that helped as I unclasped my black bra. As my breasts fell free, I immediately went to undoing my jeans, as if I were doing so to prevent myself my stopping and running out the door. The fantasy was exciting, but this was now very real. I was undressing in a man’s apartment so I could show off on a webcam where guys could leer over me. Peeling off my panties, standing totally nude, I stood up straight and took another deep breath. Of course, I didn’t have to completely undress before putting on my bikini, but I needed to on some level. This had to be a process where I crossed a line, and standing here in Alexander’s apartment nude was it.
I noticed the lights turning on in the room, snapping me back to reality. I was really going to do this, and if this was a ruse to get in my pants, he was going to great effort to do so. There had always been that nagging suspicion in the back of my head. I think part of me hoped that was it, which is why I teased him with the selfies the night before. However, he was being completely honest about this, and that put me more at ease.
I reached down and pulled out the royal blue bikini that was my favorite. I started with the bottoms, sliding them up. As I pulled them over my butt, which I had always considered too big, but never ceased to get comments from guys, I heard Alexander’s computer starting up. There’s that unmistakable chime and somehow knowing it was on, added an air of finality to the situation. It also reminded me that this was for a purpose.
I fastened the bikini top under my breasts. I spun it around and stretched the shoulder straps up over my arms. I gave the cups an adjustment, before looking down and twisting to analyze the bottom for fit. Whenever I got a bikini on, I felt better about myself. I could always expect compliments and lingering looks from men. Feeling more confident already, I proceeded to step out from behind the screen.
Alexander looked me up and down. I asked his opinion, “Do I look alright?”
“Very nice,” he answered, “Very, very nice.” I had to giggle at the way he said it.
“Do you really think we can make money from a webcam? “ I asked.
“Seeing you here,” he answered, looking me up and down again, “I am very confident. It’s just a matter of getting people to check you out.”
“So,” I tried to carry through with the thought,”I need to be really sexy, huh?”
“Yeah,” he said giving me a look like he wondered where I was going, ”but don’t go any further than you’re comfortable with.”
“What if I want to stop?” I asked.
“You just turn off the webcam.” he stated so simply, “Although I hope we can keep this going for some time.” That last bit was the closest thing he’d gotten to flirting throughout this entire thing.
“Let’s get started,” I said, smiling.
He turned on the webcam and logged me on to the site he had talked about. I saw myself on the screen as others were going to see me. Alexander adjusted the cam, and even moved it to get a better angle.
“Just click ‘Broadcast’ when you’re ready to begin,” he instructed, “ I’m going to warn you that some guys may get rude or demanding. Some may even insult you. That’s how they get off, by making you feel bad. Just click on their name and a menu will appear with an option to silence them.”
Alexander sat out of frame. Almost right away, guys were watching me. After about fifteen minutes, it was up to over a hundred. I needed to state numerous times that my bikini was staying on. Then I got my first tip.
“ How much is that?” I asked.
“ About ten cents,” Alexander stated dryly, “Hopefully, it will set an example for others to follow.”
I asked him if I was being sexy enough. He told me to just do whatever I was comfortable with. Some of the guys watching would offer suggestions. Alexander suggested that I make it a point to thank any tippers. A couple more tips came in, and then one of the tippers made a suggestion to see my ass. I pushed the chair back and stood up. I turned my back and almost instantly got a large tip. I asked Alexander what that got us up to, in real world dollars.
“Ten dollars,” he responded, “Not too bad for half an hour. Hopefully, it’ll pick up from here.”
The next requests had me accentuating my boobs and butt. I would squeeze my breasts together, increasing the already ample cleavage that I had. It also involved pulling on my bikini bottoms to let a little more of my ass show. Alexander would start staring at me instead of the monitor. I liked the attention of the guys viewing the webcam, but really liked that Alexander couldn’t help but look over at me. I was getting more and more turned on as it went forward.
I would tease by tugging on the front of my bikini bottom and would roll them down as if I were taking them off. I even responded to a request by completely unfastening my top to show my bare back. When I looked back at Alexander, he was trading between looking at me and watching the room. We were both pleased with the response and Alexander was able to control the people there to post spam links. Amazingly, the guys interacting with me were respectful.
Then a request came in that actually asked for me to push my boundaries, “ How much to show your tits?”
I asked Alexander how he thought I should respond. “Use your own judgement,” he responded. “ If you absolutely don’t want to, then just say so.”
I bit my lip as I considered my answer. I looked at the tips we had collected, “How much should I say?”
“Go with whatever your highest tip was,” he answered, “Or you can go slightly higher. Just remember that whatever you give them, they’ll want more.”
I asked for slightly more than the tip that came when I turned around the first time. Almost immediately, it came in. I shrugged and lifted my bikini top, amazing myself at how easily it was for me to do.
I looked over at Alexander and his mouth had dropped. A smile appeared on his face, “I’m impressed,” he complimented, “Now how far are you willing to go with it?”
I thought about it out loud, “Probably this far,” I motioned with my hands over my topless body, “But I could probably show my butt, too” I was now flirting with him, almost by habit.
“oh-okay,” he stammered a little, making me feel better that I could distract him a little. We were then alerted to numerous tips coming in.
“Where are we at now?” I asked.
“It looks like over fifty dollars,” he said, “And in just under an hour.”
“Why don’t you,” he paused as if he was deciding where to go with me nearly nude just a few feet away, “just play the room and see what they want.” I was a little disappointed that he changed direction. It was obvious that he was going to make a suggestion that would up the stakes on our little endeavor.
“Okay,” I turned a little as I jerked down my bikini top, intentionally causing my breasts to bounce. Part of me was relieved that Alexander remained a little professional, even though it was obvious that I had rattled him for a minute. Another part of me was hoping that he had just taken me there.
Alexander started a reminder to the room that I would show my breasts for a minimum tip amount. Almost immediately, two tips came in that had me showing them off again. Then an offer came in to show my ass.
Alexander asked, “Are you alright with losing the bottoms if we don’t show the front?”
I was a little shocked, but I had opened this topic by teasing him with my bare ass, “I-I’m okay with that, I think.”
“You don’t have to do it if it makes you uncomfortable,” he reassured me. Without actually saying so, he let me know that I was in control here. I simply nodded at him and hooked my thumb into top of my bikini bottoms. He coached me on slowly removing them, until they were around my ankles. He had me keep my back to the cam.
When I lifted my leg to step out of my underwear, he coughed. I must’ve given him an odd look, because he instantly gave the explanation, “when you lift your leg and bend over at that angle, they can see everything.”
The fact that my pussy had briefly been on display excited me. How long had it been since a man had seen it? It had been far too long since a man made me feel desirable, and Alexander not only found me sexy, but he was convincing me that other men would, too. Now, standing there nude, with my back to the cam was getting me hotter and hotter. I began giving looks to the camera that showed how badly I wanted to get laid.
“Is everything alright?” Alexander seemed to sense the hesitation on my part, “we can stop if you want to.”
“Alexander,” I started to ask a question, then thought better, “No, nevermind. Let’s keep going.”
He accepted me changing the topic. I sat back down, nude, and watched the chat from my viewers. It was just a matter of time before the requests were for things that were more explicit. A couple of requests to show my pussy, one to masturbate for them, and then a question came about who I was talking to off camera.
Alexander told me to tell them he was there. Almost as soon as I told them a man was in the room with me, the chat went to the possibility of Alexander and I having sex of some kind. Someone suggested that Alexander was rock hard with me sitting next to him, naked.
I never thought about the implications of Alexander getting turned on by my show. I’d dwelled on all of the guys jerking off that were watching over the Internet. I really was turned on by the thought that someone found me attractive, much less sexy.
“What is it?” Alexander asked, “Did they go too far?”
“No,” I answered, trying to change the topic, “Let’s just let it pass.”
Alexander muted the webcam feed. “No, something’s bothering you, and if I can see it, they will see it,” he wasn’t going to let this go. I didn’t want to ask him this question, since we had gone all these way for the webcam. I was worried that this would ruin everything. I needed the extra money and the thought of guys getting turned on by watching me excited me. Those guys were anonymous, though. My question had to do with Alexander.
“Alexander,” I hesitated, trying to find a way to stall, “Are you – Do you think I’m sexy?” I knew the answer, but didn’t want to just come out and ask the question I wanted to ask.
“Um, Yeah,” he answered as if it was a fact we both knew already. He was right, we did both know but I think he didn’t know where this was going, “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have suggested this to you. Are you…”
“This evening,” I interrupted him,”Are you going to beat off after I leave?”
He was a little stunned, “I hadn’t actually thought of it,” he paused for a second, “I mean, this has all been very hot and all…”
“Are you hard right now?” I interrupted him again.
He sat there a second, “Yes,” then as if trying to backpedal, continued,”It’s something that just naturally happens, especially with you looking so….”
I closed the space between us instantly. I threw my arms around his shoulders and kissed him before he go any further. It wasn’t overly passionate, but the intent was there. After the kiss I looked him in the eye and told him, “Show it to me.”
Then I couldn’t wait for him to respond, my hands went instantly to his belt to undo his belt. He leaned back to make it easier for me Once it was undone, I quickly was able to open his pants. As my hand went inside, feeling his hard cock, I leaned into him kissing him deeply and pushing open his mouth with my tongue. As I pulled down the waistband of his underwear and my fingers found his shaft, it was like fire was in my loins. At this moment, I just wanted him so bad that nothing else mattered.
The sound of tips coming in reminded me that we were being watched. Alexander asked if I was okay with the cam still being on.
“Let them watch,” I told him in the most direct way possible. I bent down and took him into my mouth. I went down and back up a couple of times before rolling my tongue around the tip. I then ran it down the shaft before coming back up to roll around the tip one more time, before taking it back into my wet and waiting lips. I looked up at him to see him watching me, obviously enjoying it. Then he reached over to the cam and adjusted it so the sight of me sucking his cock was cent we centered in the frame everyone viewed online.
I went slowly, massaging the upper half of his dick with my lips, tongue and mouth. I maintained eye contact with Alexander, trying to convey with my eyes how badly I wanted his cock. When I went down and moaned around his shaft, I saw the effect it had on him, his head went back and I heard him exclaim, “Fuck, yes.” This was the best part of a blowjob, knowing that the guy was really enjoying it. So I went a little faster with going up and down on his pole. This elicited moans from Alexander, and the occasional, “Oh, God, Yes.”
In just a few minutes he pulled me up by my shoulders and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. It really surprised me because most of the guys I’ve been with wouldn’t kiss me after I’d had their dick in my mouth. One actually told me that he thought it would make him gay. Alexander either didn’t think that or was too horny to care. As our lips parted, he pressed his forehead against mine and said, “I have got to fuck you.”
He put both hands under my ass and lifted me up. As he stood up, his pants fell to the floor, piercing the room with the telltale clink of his belt buckle on the floor. I clinched my knees on his hips and gripped his neck tightly. We kissed passionately as he lifted me to a sitting position in the chair. Each second our open mouths were together conveyed how badly each of us needed this.
I could feel the tip of his cock against the lips of my pussy. I wanted to feel him inside me, pistoning that hard tool of his in my pussy. I tried moving my hips so his cock could be inside me, but nothing that I did worked. I let out a moan to let Alexander know that I was aching from this emptiness and needed him to fill me up.
Standing before me, he opened his shirt ferociously and practically tore it off. From just below his waist, he was pointing straight out, and I knew that I was going to stuffed full of that meat within seconds.The look in his eyes would have told me that if I didn’t know it already. He then excused himself and left the room, quickly returning with a condom. I was impressed he could still manage that level of self control. I was just craving his dick, and didn’t even consider a condom.
We locked gazes and I started masturbating for him while he tore open the wrapper.It was so wet already, just from kissing Alexander and being practically nude around him. I was so close to cumming already, and I figured that I would probably erupt as soon as he started thrusting inside my pussy. I know my face was telling him how badly I wanted him inside of me. My breath was picking up and I couldn’t form the words, “fuck me,” but I didn’t need to. He rolled on the condom as smoothly as I’d ever seen a guy do it before. While my legs were already parted, he lifted them up by my calves and pushed my legs back over me as he leaned into me.
I felt the tip of cock rub against my pussy again, but this time I didn’t try to move to work him in. I knew that he would do that himself soon enough. He was looking down at my pussy, lining up his cock to enter me. Then he looked up, staring directly into my eyes and I felt him enter me in one hard thrust.
I grabbed the arms of the chair and nearly came right then. He held his cock still for a couple of seconds before I felt him slowly withdraw. “Oh, God,” I moaned, “That feels so fucking good!” He grinned at that, thrusting back into me. He began to work into a rhythm, and I could hear his the tips pouring in as he pushed into me.
I begged for him to fuck me harder and deeper. He started to put more of his weight on my legs, practically folding me in half. I started paying attention to every detail. His musky smell as he worked my pussy hard, the sound of his balls smacking against the bottom of my ass, and the sound of my own heavy breathing as I approached an earth-shaking orgasm were all burning themselves into my memory. I don’t know how long it took but suddenly my hands grabbed the back of the chair above my head and my upper body did its best to contort as a wave shot through my body. I came so hard that when I looked up, my legs, which Alexander still held firmly over my body, were shaking uncontrollably. Alexander looked down at me and gave me a satisfied smile, pleased that he’d made me cum.
“Oh, shit,” I gasped, “I-I’ve never cum that hard before. You’re fucking me so good. “
Alexander, who had been pretty much silent since we started, responded to me, “You are one hell of a fuck,” he said, grinding his hips and hitting the really good spots. “First, a great blowjob, then a pussy that won’t quit.
“This pussy is all yours,” I said to him, trying to keep up the pace, “You fuck that pussy hard as you fucking want.”
He smiled at me, not much an evil smirk, but a smile of enjoyment tinged with lust, “Yeah, whose pussy is this?” and he let go of one leg and put his hand on top of my pussy, his thumb directly on my clit. It was almost like electricity.
I gasped.
“Whose pussy is it?” he repeated, massaging my clit with his thumb.
I panted out, “You-Yours. It’s your pussy.”
“Whose pussy?” he rubbed faster. I’d never had multiple orgasms before and now one was rapidly approaching.
“It’s your fucking pussy!” the wave was cresting, “FUCK IT!” I screamed, “FUCK ME ‘TIL I CUM!”
Then it hit, harder than the first orgasm. I convulsed and shook uncontrollably. I didn’t even realize that I had reflexively pulled myself off Alexander’s dick until I came down off my orgasm and noticed the emptiness between my legs. I groaned.
“Are you okay?” Alexander asked, laughing a little. He was sweet, even if he was a little perverted.
“Fuck yeah!” I didn’t even look at him. I was still riding a wave of pleasure, but I didn’t want to stop until I felt his hard cock throb inside me, “Lie down,” I told him, “I want to ride you.”
He did as asked, and my legs shaking, I climbed on top of him. I guided his cock into me as I lowered my hips to meet his. I felt every inch slide in, and I thought that I might cum again. I looked up at the monitor and saw that I was visible in the frame from the waist up.
“Feeling good?” he asked.
“Feeling fucking fantastic!” I had almost forgotten how good it felt to be fucked this hard. Alexander was filling me up, and I felt like I was getting something that I had needed for a long time.
Alexander pumped his hips upward, shocking me back into the moment. I Started to bounce on his cock, enjoying the friction. I looked down at him and saw him smiling up at me, “Does this feel good for you, too?”
“Absolutely,” he answered, “and I get to watch those magnificent tits of yours.”
When I was younger, I had been self-conscious about my larger than average rack, but after enough guys complimented me on it, I began to own it, and loved being with a guy who appreciated my breasts. We’d already exchanged some dirty talk with my last orgasm, so I thought that I’d continue the trend.
“Yeah?” I gave him my best sexy look,”You like watching those big tits bouncing?”
“Especially with you bouncing on my cock,” he replied. He grabbed my ass, guiding me up and down, as if I needed incentive. He felt so good inside me, and I really wanted to cum one more time. It felt like I was right on the verge of it.
“That’s it, grab that ass,” I urged him on, “Feel it bounce, too.”
“You like when I grab that ass?” He asked. Of course he knew the answer.
“You grab that ass all you want,” I was starting to get close again. I hoped that I would be able to stay on when I did.
He grabbed my ass hard and began moving me so I bounced hard and fast on his dick while he pounded it up into me deeper than I thought it could go. At this pace, like a freight train plowing into my pussy, I knew I would cum a third time.
“That’s it,” He grunted between powerful thrusts, “Cum on that dick!”
It wasn’t going to hold back any longer. I screamed out, “I’M GOING TO CUM AGAIN! I’M CUMMING!”
Alexander kept the rhythm going and continued to talk dirty, “Fuck! That pussy is so fucking wet! Soak my dick! Cum all over me!”
Then my third orgasm hit me, and I lost all control,. If Alexander hadn’t been holding onto my ass, I probably would have fallen off. He kept fuckibg me as hard as he could, and the third orgasm rolled into a fourth and then into a fifth. I let out a guttural noise that was somewhere between a grunt and a scream.
Then I felt Alexander slam his hips into mine. He grunted, “Yeahhhhh, you feel that? “ I could. His cock was swelling and he was making small thrusts deeper inside me. He was cumming inside me, filling his condom.
“Oh my God, I can feel you throbbing,” I told him, cooing at the sensation of his hard cock unloading. The only way it would have been better if he had worn no condom at all. However, my track record with men cumming inside me was not too good. I was relieved that he had remembered to put one on. I rolled off, onto my back, panting heavily and with a huge smile on my face.
“Alexander,” I said, still breathing hard, “That was exactly what I needed!”
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We laid there together catching our breaths after what seemed like an eternity of fucking. We didn’t make love, we fucked, and we did it with an audience. I got fucked within an inch of my life, and it was the best time I ever had, but something had to be said now that it was over. Alexander sat up and muted the webcam. He was the first to break the awkward, post-coital silence.
“I wasn’t kidding earlier when I said I didn’t want a relationship,” he said, obviously trying not to hurt my feelings by saying this.
I touched his face,”I know, and I’m not looking for a relationship,” I hoped I was reassuring him,”I just needed this so bad. You don’t know how long it’s been since I felt sexy.”
“Well, I’m hoping that the response we get from the viewers will stop that,” He continued,”And I really don’t want a thing between us to get in the way of that working. I’ve seen too many good performers go away because a guy got jealous.”
“Well,” I started to propose something, “You fucked me too good for this to never happen again, so how about we just keep this as very casual. You, know, friends with benefits, fuckbuddies.”
“Fuckbuddies is nice,“ he laughed, “Listen, let’s thank the guys still watching, before you have to leave” he suggested. I looked at the clock and I’d been with him for going on three hours, including the time before we started fucking.
I thanked everyone that tipped, and just like they were requesting, I wanted another go at his cock, but it was too late. I needed to get home so my Aunt didn’t feel like I took advantage of her. As he turned off the cam,Alexander told me we had earned almost seventy dollars.He said he’d put in for a transfer to his bank account that night, and get me my share as soon as it cleared.
I told him I wanted to do this again but with him, and we pencilled in that Saturday night to do a longer show, which is another story for another time.
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