I was desperate and had a desperate need to prove to myself that I could do it.
When you think of ‘Cam Girl’ I’d probably be the last person you would ever expect. I’m quiet and reserved, and you’re far more likely to catch me at home watching television than putting myself out there for everyone to see.
But I needed to do this. I needed the money and I needed to prove to myself that I could. That I could put myself out there like this.
He came to me in my chatroom. He pushed me further than I’d ever been pushed before. He said things and made me say things. Made me do things. Things I’d never imagined before.
I loved every minute of it.
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I felt a tremble running through my body. There was something about the way he worded that, like a statement edging on the verge of an order. The shudder that ran through me wasn’t a fear response, it was tied to something needy.
“Do you want me to tell you what to do?” he asked.
I swallowed hard and nodded, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach and the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Stand up and step back, let me see the whole of you,” he instructed.
I pushed back from my desk, taking a few steps back to let him see me. I spun for him, turning slowly to let him view my body from all angles.
“You’re so beautiful,” he replied, “How about you lose the shirt first.”
Following his orders, I gripped the bottom of my shirt and slipped it up and over my head. I felt so exposed, even with this much clothing still on, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to say no to him.
“Breathtaking,” he told me.
“You like it XavierClain?” I asked.
“Call me Xavier,” he instructed, “Take off the shorts next, but slowly.”
I started to sway my hips back and forth, dancing and moving to a silent beat. My eyes were locked onto the chat window as I unbuttoned my shorts and slowly slipped them down my thighs only to let them fall to my feet. I was wearing only my bra and panties now, and I knew they were so sheer that he could practically see all of me.
“Damn you look good,” he replied, “That black lace against your skin looks amazing.”
“Thank you, Xavier,” I replied, blushing, “I’m glad you like it.”
I bent for him, sweeping low and coming close to the camera. I knew that he could see the bottom half of my face but more to the point I knew that this view put my cleavage on full display. I let him bask in that view for a moment before slipping back and pulling my chair out to sit a bit further back from the screen.
This new position made it so that Xavier could see me even while sitting. I saw the image of myself in the camera on my screen, my smooth legs visible and enticing as I leaned back in the chair and traced a line over the cup of my bra.
“So what should we do next?” I asked, my voice heavy with the weight of the moment.
“Touch yourself for me,” he instructed, “Play with yourself.”
One of my hands stretched over my breast, cupping and squeezing it through the fabric of my bra. The other slid slowly down my belly, pressing apart my thighs and slipping over the mound of my sex, cupping it through my panties. I began pressing into myself, pushing the soft fabric of my panties against the slit of my dampening sex, biting my lip while watching the screen and waiting for a response from him.
“Is this good?” I asked him, “Is this what you want?”
Shuddering and trying to fight against the need building up in me while I waited for his response I had to wonder why this was affecting me so much. Why I was practically panting with desire at the thought of this stranger on the other side of the screen watching me expose and play with myself like this.
I didn’t know who he was. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. He could be anyone, he could look like anyone. But I didn’t care.