Cam Fantasy (closed)

[slut_in_white]

Aimi Shugo stood in front of her full-length mirror, checking her appearance for one last time. Her black hair was teased and curled into a perfect, silky-looking bedhead. Her face was done up with dark eyes, pink eyeshadow and bright red, rosebud lips. Combined with her Japanese heritage and naturally pale skin, there was no question she was evoking the image of the geishas of old, but with a modern twist. She pulled slightly on the lacy black lingerie she was wearing - it covered more than most lingerie, but that just meant there was more to take off for her clients. Her impressive bust was going to burst out of it soon anyway. She pulled a short translucent robe printed with patterns of cherry blossoms and walked into her bedroom/studio.

There was a camera sitting on a tripod next to her large, luxurious bed. Her apartment wasn't all that impressive - it was basically the kind of student housing one might expect a university student to live in - but her bedroom was beautifully decorated and the entire space was dominated by her huge bed with plum-coloured sheets.

Her wireless keyboard was sitting on the bed, and a monitor displaying her cam site was sitting just behind the tripod. She bit her lip, and felt her soft, hairless pussy growing wet at the thought of what she was about to do. She had been aching to touch herself all day, but stubbornly held off, knowing it would mean a better show tonight.

She sat down on the bed, arranging herself to look as alluring as possible, and pressed a few buttons on the keyboard. The site updated with a notification that 'Maiden Black' was online - that was her cam alias. Then she winked into the camera and sat back to wait for someone to request a show.

She hadn't realized that her keychain was still hanging from the doorknob of her closet. It wasn't a particularly important thing - the image of a crown on a blue field wasn't exactly notable. Unless you were a student at Columbia University. Every student got one, so every student would recognize exactly where it came from, and that it meant "Maiden Black" attended the school as well.

 

[saedo]

I entered my apartment and slammed the door shut behind me. Tonight's date had not gone well. Worse, it was mostly my fault.

I should have seen the signs. Kimberly could be a lot of fun, but she could be moody. Usually this was just a minor obstacle, but tonight I'd gotten lazy and tried to just power through it rather than go around it. Foolish boy.

Had I just kept stroking her thigh until her momentary reluctance faded, she'd have been begging me to take her to bed. Instead, Kimberly put on the brakes and started grousing about how I never put her needs first (mostly not true) and only cared about sex (somewhat true). Things went downhill from there, so I wound up being coming home in a foul mood and an aching case of blue balls.

Fortunately, I had a viable backup solution. I stripped naked and planted myself in front of the computer. A few mouse clicks and a credit card verification brought me to my favorite adult webcam site. I immediately began browsing the listings for which models were online.

I'd never much cared for porn. The women were almost always clearly faking their supposed enthusiasm. Given their partners - creepy guys with waxed scrotums and skinny banana dicks - I suppose I couldn't blame them.

But I discovered on some webcam sites, you could get a more "real" experience. A model fingering herself to climax here didn't have a film crew watching or some creepy dude getting ready to shove his hairless ball sack in her face. Consequently, you could watch a beautiful woman cum for you. I preferred actually having that happen with my cock buried in her, but this virtual version made for decent masturbation material.

I grinned when I saw tonight's list. Maiden Black was on. I immediately signed up for a session.

I'd only started seeing her on this site this past semester, but she'd swiftly become my favorite. Part of it was her rarity. She wasn't on every day or even every week. She also didn't do multiple shows per day. This was at most a part-time gig for her.

But despite her limited availability, she was damn good at it. She made it easy to imagine that you were just a fly on her wall in her bedroom watching as she fantasized about her boyfriend. She was also multi-orgasmic, oftentimes hitting her first climax before she'd even disrobed. By the time her fingers coaxed out the last, her face was suffused with undeniable pleasure.

She was also the most strikingly beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She was Asian, so already a hint of the exotic for me. She also played into it with her makeup, favoring the pale white face and bold ruby lips of a geisha. Her silken black hair was often adorned with flowers.

Her body also drove me wild. Kimberly had an impressive rack by most standards, but she looked modestly endowed compared to Maiden Black. It was all the more incredible given the model's petite frame. From behind, her slender back and tiny waist seemed almost girlish; it was only the considerable swells of her bosom visible on each side that suggested how adult she truly was.

I'd never found a woman quite so sexually arousing. My cock was already a rock-hard pillar as I logged in. I reached into the desk drawers and brought out a pump-action bottle of lube and the thick plastic housing of my Fleshlight. I had custom-ordered this device to fit me but it was worth every penny. I began lubing up as Maiden Black appeared on screen.

She wore a silk robe, as usual. She always liked to begin demurely, then slowly reveal the luscious treasures concealed beneath. I licked my lips in anticipation as I slid the Fleshlight down onto my turgid shaft. I'd definitely cum at least twice; maybe even three times. I leaned back in my chair, eagerly awaiting the start of the show.

 

[slut_in_white]

Aimi grinned, her pussy throbbing even before she got started, when she saw who had request a private show. He was a fan of hers, if the number of times she'd seen his username was any indication. She saw the payment go through a moment later and then pressed the button to accept. A chat scene popped up - she liked to let her private viewers chat with her if they so desired. If she had her way, she'd never have anything but private shows, simply because the thought of doing as she was told by a stranger was strong turn on for her.

This whole cam thing still felt so taboo. She had only arrived at Columbia about a month ago, and she'd come from a conservative town and a conservative family. As far as her parents were concerned, she was a good little virgin who studied all the time and had no friends. Well, the friends part was mostly true. She was painfully shy in real life so she really didn't have any friends outside of a few people who were more study buddies than real friends. The point was, they would have disowned her if they knew she was "selling her body" like this. They had no idea how much pent up sexual tension she had all the time. They would call her a slut for the fact that she masturbated four or five times a day most days, more if she cammed that day. She had a little mini vibrator that she carried everywhere with her, using often between every class to keep herself from getting distracted by her inevitable arousal during class. It took a single word or thought to turn her on. Her panties were wet more often than not, even when she wasn't doing anything arousing.

She returned her thoughts to the show and winked at the camera, biting her lip to contain the moan that was already threatening to come out, just at the thought of stripping. She tugged on the tie holding her robe closed and felt it slide easily over her shoulders and breasts, down to pool around her and in her lap, revealing a lacy black corset and bra, as well as a pair of stockings and a garter peeking out from under the pile of cloth. She arched her back a little, causing her breasts to strain against the bra. She looked into the camera, popped her finger into her mouth and began to suck slowly, closing her eyes, while her other hand trailed over her neck and down across her ample cleavage.

She felt about ready to cum already - she could feel the dampness soaking through her panties against her thighs. Still sucking on her finger, her other hand traced a path over her stomach down between her legs where she began to rub the tip of her index finger over her clothed slit. She threw her head back, rubbing harder, and began to roll her hips. She was so needy after denying herself al day that it took only a few seconds for her first of many orgasms to rip through her, making her moan loudly as her body bucked against her hand.

 

[saedo]

Maiden Black cooed my screen name - Laramie10 - as soon as I logged in. Ooh, she'd taken me in for a private session. The charge was a little higher, but it meant that I could send her chat messages during the session. My dick swelled painfully with lust.

She welcomed me as she disrobed, revealing a corset, panties, garter belt, and stockings. I texted how much I loved seeing her in corsets, particularly on they made her waist look so tiny and her breasts so full. Maiden Black dipped forward to give me a better view of her endless cleavage. I also told her that her legs looked amazing in the stockings. She turned away and then bent double at the waist so she could face me upside down - all without a hint of strain. The thought of her gymnastic gyrations in bed made my mouth dry.

As expected, she ramped up her libido quickly. She kept one hand on her panties during her entire display of the outfit. After she'd shown off her towering heels - how she balanced on such tall stilettos, I've no idea - she arched her back and began to rub herself intently. She moaned how she'd been waiting all day, her voice filled with need. In moments, her voice rose in pitch still further and her body pulsed as her first climax hit.

I managed to last until her second, this time with her hand buried inside her panties, her body shaking so hard that I thought she might topple over. My own cock surged in size as I exploded within the confines of the Fleshlight. I always kept the end cap on to make sure I didn't spurt gobs of cum all over my keyboard.

I recovered fairly quickly and was able to cum a second time by changing the time Maiden Black had transitioned to her bed. Her thighs were folded out of the way, giving me an unobstructed view of her now naked pussy. I'd already lost count of her orgasms when she moaned into yet another, the tip of her index finger just inside herself. As pearls of her juices dribbled slowly from her slit, I blasted another massive load into my Fleshlight.

When I told her that I'd cum twice already, she seemed pleased. When I told her that I could manage a third if she gave me a bit more time, she even seemed impressed.

I suggested that she not let herself cum again until I could. I then directed her on how she should stimulate herself in the meantime. She eagerly responded. Soon I had her tweaking her nipples - easily the thickest I'd ever seen on a woman - while she teased herself with a slender vibrator.

With my cock still a flaccid mass, I could do little but watch. In so doing, I picked up on a random detail that I'd never seen before. Maiden Black obviously did these encounters from a bedroom. Everything was nondescript. The frames on the wall - no doubt holding photos or paintings that might reveal identifying information - were always covered with sheets.

But this time, I noticed in the background a dangling key chain. The lettering on it was too small to read, but the logo and colors seemed a lot like Columbia University. I only recognized it because I was a junior there. Of course, at this distance, it could just as well be a logo for a dry cleaner or a bank.

It would be nice to think a goddess like her was on campus. But such a thing seemed unlikely. What would a college student be doing as a webcam model? Moreover, she might not even be a student. With that makeup, her age was indeterminate. The key chain might not even be hers. In fact she probably wouldn't have left it out if sit were hers, so it probably was something left behind by roommate or visitor.

By the time my cock started to thicken, she was begging me to let her finish. At the same time, her voice had a quivering tone to it, as if she were almost afraid of how intense this long-delayed orgasm might be. I smiled and texted her that she was now allowed to cum.

 

[slut_in_white]

Never in my (admittedly short) career had one of my clients taken control and actually ordered me to do (or in this case, not do) something. I had requests and suggestions, but never orders. I thought I'd be pissed. I thought it would ruin my mood. Instead, I moaned loudly as he told me I wasn't allowed to cum until he could. The concept drove me wild with lust.

I followed his orders about how I should tease myself as best I could. I wasn't used to it - I always just let myself cum over and over every time I wanted to. I'd never denied myself like this before. It was so, so sweet and so, so torturous. My clit and pussy started aching for release, and he'd given no indication of how close he was. I couldn't help myself; I started begging desperately. Even through the haze of intense lust I could hear the need in my voice. I hoped he could too, I hoped he enjoyed it and would let me cum for him.

Some part of me was aware that I was technically doing this to myself, that I could easily let myself cum if I wanted, regardless of what he demanded of me. But the rest of me knew immediately that I didn't want to do that. Following these orders was intensely arousing and I could already tell that this orgasm would be far more intense than my usual ones. My normal orgasms were great, but I came so often that I was sort of used to them by now and I had added a bit of theatricality to it. I had some semblance of control when I normally climaxed, and I usually did what I could to make it look sexy for my clients. This one? There was no way I could control myself with the intensity I could feel building up inside. I would have to hope that he found of raw pleasure of it sexy, because I knew it was going to lose myself to it as soon as it hit.

I heard the ping of another message coming in and had to struggle to open my eyes as my slender little vibe slid along my soaked pussy lips. I was trembling from the need to cum at that point, and as soon as I saw that he's given me permission, I crashed hard over the edge. My vision went blank as the first wave of my climax ripped through me. My hips lifted high off the bed and I fell over backwards, so the camera could see nothing but my thighs and cunt as I orgasmed harder than I ever have in my life. I could vaguely hear myself scream at the intensity of it, and my whole body bucked and shuddered against my will. My juices were gushing out of my pussy as such a rate that I could feel it rolling down my thighs in a constant stream. Once it was over, I actually had to stop and catch my breath, something practically unheard of for me. I felt dizzy and it took me a moment to even realize that I'd removed the vibe to let myself calm down a little. I don't known how long I lay there, my pussy still exposed to the camera, but I only sat back up when I heard the ping of another message coming in.

 

[saedo]

What followed was almost electric. Moments after I sent my message, Maiden arched her back and let loose a delighted squeal. Moments later she had collapsed onto the bed, her hips shaking and her pussy lips twitching as she wailed with pleasure.

The speed was astounding. One moment she'd been moaning about how much she wanted to cum and the next she was in full-throated orgasm. It was like she'd flipped a switch in her head.

Given that the trigger for this instantaneous transformation was my permission, it was an incredible turn-on for me. I'd just coaxed my erection back to life, but seeing her pussy pulse with each wave of pleasure sent me into a quick climax as well. As I watched her pussy juices squirt out of her, I blasted another thick load of jism into my Fleshlight while wishing that I could have my cock inside her.

Though to be honest, I wasn't sure that would even be possible even if we were in the same room. I'd had several sessions with Maiden over the past handful of months - Kimberly was a good lay, but not as frequently in the mood for sex as I. I'd subsequently observed that my Asian webcam fantasy had an incredibly tight pussy. She invariably used small, slender vibrators and almost always used them to tease her clit and lips. The only thing she ever inserted inside herself of any length was her own index finger and even that seemed a snug fit. If she was truly as tight as she seemed, something of my girth might be beyond her.

When at last I stopped panting, I brought my hands up to the keyboard. "OMG, that was incredible! You are absolutely amazing," I typed. "I've never seen anything like that. Thanks for a great time."

She was still collapsed on the bed when I logged off. I'd have liked to get her reaction, but these sessions didn't come cheap. Moreover, I had class in the morning; after a vigorous session like this, I needed some serious rest.

I stood up carefully. My Fleshlight was full of sticky jism that was starting to ooze out around my softening cock. I waddled carefully with it held against my groin until I could safely empty it. I raised an eyebrow as the copious fluid spilled into the sink; the amount that of cum she could inspire from me seemed almost abnormal.

After I'd cleaned up, I went to bed. Even virtual sex with Maiden Black was exhausting; I wondered how her real world lovers managed.

Real world. Hah. She seemed almost mythical. Too good to be true. Certainly not in my world. I'd definitely never encountered a woman even in the same league with her.

 

[slut_in_white]

I barely managed to register that my client had logged off - I pressed a button and the cam site closed, setting me to offline. Then I lay on my bed for a while longer, properly exhausted. I don't think I'd ever cum that hard in my life, and was perfectly content to enjoy my afterglow

I wasn't really sure how much time had passed wen I finally convinced myself to stand up. I'd lost all my clothes during the session, so I moved slowl about the room and collected them, throwing them into my laundry bin. Then I went to have a shower.

Despite my ridiculous lack of "real life" sexual experience, despite what my friends and family might tell you, I might be something of a sex addict. I touched myself as often as I could and, when I wasn't playing with myself, I was fantasizing about sex and wondering when the next time I would be able to masturbate would be. It wasn't quite bad enough that it interfered with my life - I wasn't skipping class to finger myself or anything - but it was as close as you can get without crossing that line.

So I guess it's not surprising that I got about halfway through my shower when, thinking about my intense orgasm, my fingers (which were supposed to be washing me, not teasing me) slipped down toward my shaven pussy. I groaned as my finger tip danced over my clit and then slipped inside my tight cunt, where I was still slick from my last climax. Leaning back against the tile wall of the shower, I moaned, my finger pumping in an out of me. I was still so sensitive and horny from my session that I came again after about two minutes, shaking as I slumped against the wall, trying to catch my breath.

It seemed odd that it would have been one of my better orgasms, given how quickly I brought myself to it. It seemed that I was sensitive enough as a result of that last orgasm of the session that this orgasm had been made better by sheer proximity. I groaned, sitting down on the edge of the tub as my fingers began to work my pussy again. I was sure as fuck not going to waste this. I tossed my head back, thinking of what it might be like to be fucked by a man making demands of me - telling me I wasn't allowed to orgasm yet, putting his own pleasure first. I shuddered, my pussy reacting immediately to the fantasy.

I came twice more in the shower, then finally headed off to bed, sated and completely exhausted. I had to get up early for class tomorrow, so I was glad that I fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow.

 

[saedo]

I slid into my seat moments before my 9:00 AM calculus class started I wasn't a huge fan of math, but I needed the credit for my degree program. Fortunately the professor was mostly tolerable. Aside from his insistence on referring to our subject as "the calculus", I thought he was okay.

I was feeling spry this morning. I'd woken from my sleep with a solid case of morning wood. Given my sexual workout the night before, I'd ordinarily have expected a longer recovery time might be needed. There was just something about Maiden Black that seemed to kick my libido in overdrive.

Unfortunately, there was nothing worthy of my lustful intentions here. The class was mostly guys and the handful of women were far from appealing. The lone exception was Samantha Morris, but the slender brunette dated a linebacker with a notoriously intemperate disposition. I didn't need that kind of headache.

The rest were all rather bleh. Take Shugo, for example. I glanced over at the seat two rows up to my right. I didn't know a thing about her - not even her first name. She was one of those quiet Asian types; only ever heard her speak when the professor called on her. The rest of the time, she hid behind her glasses and bangs; I'd attended class with her three days a week for a couple months, but I doubt I could pick her face out of a lineup. Had a chunky build, or at least I assumed as such; her outfits were so uniformly shapeless that I assumed she deliberately avoided any clothing that might hug her pudgy abdomen. She'd probably satisfy some pudgy guy with a receding hairline, but certainly I could do better.

Bleh. I might have to wait till tonight to get my rocks off. Hopefully Kimberly was in a more receptive mood.

 

[slut_in_white]

I was about 15 minutes early to class, and I sat near the front, like usual. I'm always early and I always sit in the front third of the classroom. I figure, my parents are paying good money for this education and I don't want to waste it.

I was one of the first people in the classroom, so I slipped my huge headphones on over my ears before class started and dutifully ignored everyone around me. And in return, the rest of my classmates acted like I wasn't there. Big change from the center of attention and desire I was in my bedroom, but I liked it this way. I was secretly afraid someone might find out what I was up to, or realize what a slut I am. The anonymity of the Internet made me feel safe. I wasn't sure what I'd do if anyone ever found out that I'm not the innocent, boring, workaholic they all think I am.

I kept my head down until class started, hiding my face behind my bangs and my thick rimmed, incredibly ugly glasses. They, combined with my headphones, managed to obscure and dwarf my face to the point where I was sure very few people on campus even knew what I looked like. All the better - I couldn't exactly hide the angles of my face, the wide, almond shaped eyes and the pouty lips that many of my clients so enjoyed. I did, however, have the opportunity to hide my body, and I took every opportunity to do so. I favoured men's sweatshirts, several sizes too large for me and shaped just so I looked like a blob. My ample breasts actually had the effect of making me look fat. I wore no makeup, and kept my long hair up in a terrible mess of a bun. I had no problem at all with looking like a slob - I wasn't here to draw attention to my body, I was here to learn.

Just before class started, I saw one of the other students - I didn't talk to anyone, so I had no idea what his name was - look over at me. Great. He was ridiculously attractive, and exactly my type: tall, tanned skin, shaggy dark hair. I could see the lines of his collarbone just above the collar of his shirt and averted my eyes. He had this easy sort of confidence that told me he knew he was hot. I suddenly knew who I'd be fantasizing about when I inevitably escaped into privacy after class to get myself off before my next class. And I couldn't help but sigh as I resigned myself to the fact that I'd probably end up distracted by him for most of the class too.

The professor walked in then, and I pulled my headphones down so they sat around my neck and began to studiously take notes, stubbornly refusing to look over at the classmate who had gotten me so hot and bothered already.

 

[saedo]

Professor Melvin was his usual dry, by-the-numbers self. We took a quick quiz on the week's material, covered a new section, and received our assignment for Monday. We'd been following the same Friday routine all semester.

Bored out of my gourd, my eyes kept wandering in search of entertainment. Ordinarily I favored Samantha, who had a dynamite pair of legs and a fondness for skirts that terminated mid-thigh. Unfortunately, the current chill had her in jeans and the snug denim didn't have quite the allure.

Oddly, I found my attention centering on Shugo. Specifically, her ears. Each of the dainty lobes had a pale green earring dangling from it. Jade, I think. While I'm no great judge of jewelry, I found myself liking the look.

I also had the oddest sense of deja vue, as if I'd had this same thought before. I resolved to inquire further after class.

Professor Melvin finished a few minutes early and dismissed us thereafter. I'd never paid attention to Shugo's comings and goings before, so I found myself surprised at how swiftly she could move. She hefted her bulk out of her chair and was already out the door by the time I was standing.

I hurried afterwards and spotted her a couple dozen yards ahead. I had close to a foot on her in height, so my longer strides closed the distance swiftly. I tried calling out her name, but the headphones she always wore before and after class apparently drowned out my voice.

I at last stopped her by grabbing her upper arm. She spun around, looking shocked by the unexpected contact. Her eyes gazed up at me with trepidation.

I let go her arm and gestured for her to remove her headphones. "Hey Shugo," I began when she could hear me. I waited a beat to see if she'd greet me in return, but she just stared at me. "It's Trask - Jacob Trask."* Still nothing. "You know, from calculus?"

Shugo nodded slowly, still staring. I accepted that congeniality wasn't her thing and moved on. "I just wanted to ask you about your earrings. They're really pretty."

Shugo's mouth shifted slightly. Was that a smile? I gave a mental shrug. Inscrutable.

"Anywise, Kimberly - this girl I'm seeing - really likes the color green, so I thought I might look into getting her something like that," I continued. "So where did you get your earrings?"

 

[slut_in_white]

Class went achingly slowly. I couldn't stop thinking about finally sliding a finger into my sopping wet pussy...

No. Bad. Stop. Pay attention to your quiz, Aimi! This is important stuff!

But no matter how much I chastised myself, my mind kept floating back to my fantasies about that one hot classmate sitting not that far from me. And I couldn't help but notice that he kept looking at me. Only for a moment at a time, but there was no question he was curious about something. Most people's eyes just slid right over me, like I wasn't even there. I never got more than a glance or two in each class. But his eyes kept finding me, several times over the hour-long class, and it really wasn't helping that needy ache between my legs. I hunched over, trying to ignore the feeling of his eyes on me, and went back to studiously working on my notes.

Class ended and I jumped out of my seat, eager to escape to somewhere private to "relieve" myself before my next class. I yanked my headphones back on over my ears and sped out of the classroom, completely unaware that my classmate was trying to catch up to me. Even hurrying as I was, it wouldn't have been hard for him to catch up to me - I am not a tall girl by any means. I probably had to take at least a step and a half for every one of his strides.

I couldn't contain the squeak of surprise when I felt a hand closing around my arm. It felt rather odd - no one ever touched me when I was dressed like this, so it was the first time I realized that, when pressed up against my skin, my sweatshirt had to fold over on itself several times. I turned around and found my eyes meeting the gaze of the very guy I was about to go fuck myself while thinking about. I felt a blush rising on my cheeks and pulled off my headphones. My throat went dry at the same moment as a new gush of wetness soaked my panties.

I'm shy, but I'm not usually so socially retarded as to not even speak. Given, I'm not that much more socially adept than how I was acting, but I am better, even if it was just by a little. It was just that, given what I had just been thinking about, I temporarily lost my voice when I saw him. It took me several seconds to even register that he'd given me his name: Jacob Trask. He waited for me to respond, then told me he was from calculus class. I decided at that point that it was good I had lost my voice, because otherwise I might have laughed. As if I wouldn't have noticed someone like him in the same class as me. He was perfect fantasy fodder, but I really didn't want to have to explain why I found his explanation of where we might know each other funny. I'm a really bad liar.

"I just wanted to ask you about your earrings. They're really pretty."

That... was really not what I had expected him to say. I was pretty sure that I was one of the first in our calculus class, so sometimes I had people asking me for help - I think a lot of people really bought into the whole "smart Asian" stereotype (though I did, admittedly, sort of confirm it by doing well in my classes). I realized belatedly that I had unconsciously assumed that was what he wanted. I couldn't help the little smile that began to turn up the corners of my lips. I wasn't really used to being complimented like that - people either ignored me or, on the internet, the compliments were all about my breasts, ass or pussy. I mean, not that I minded those.

"Anywise, Kimberly - this girl I'm seeing - really likes the color green, so I thought I might look into getting her something like that. So where did you get your earrings?"

I pursed my lips, thinking. Of course he had a girlfriend. Guys who look like him can get whoever they want. Ah well, girlfriend or no, I was still going to fantasize about him. A slight blush rose on my cheeks again as I tried to steer my thoughts back in the direction of the earrings.

"They're my mom's, actually," I answered quietly. I cursed the sound of my voice - I sounded, perhaps unsurprisingly, the way I did whenever I was performing for a client. My voice seemed to shift a little, becoming weirdly husky, whenever I was really turned on. Fuck, I really needed to play with myself. I could feel the blush on my face getting hotter. I just hoped he wouldn't notice. "She got them when she still lived in Japan." I smiled apologetically at him. "I can ask her where, if you want, but I don't know how helpful that would be..."

 

[saedo]

For a bit, I wasn't sure if she was going to respond at all. She just kept giving me this odd stare. Only the slight tinge of color to her cheeks showed she was any more than a statue.

Finally, her voice came forth. It was barely more than a whisper for the first syllables, as if she were afraid. "They're my Mom's, actually. She got them when she still lived in Japan."

I was tempted to chuckle. Women had always been a bit predisposed to fawning on me, but Shugo here reminded me of my little sister's friends. I wondered if soon she'd break into girlish giggles with her hands clapped over her mouth.

"Ah well," I shrugged. "Guess that puts them out of reach. Thanks anyway."

I gave the pale jade a last glance. I couldn't put my finger on it, but those earrings really did seem familiar. Weird. "See you in class," I said, and walked away.

~~~~~~
Fortunately, I didn't need a gift to get back in Kimberly's good graces. She proved eager that night to show me her fondness for my cock. I left her sore but satisfied the next morning.

After opening my mail, I saw that I was going to have to make find a second girlfriend or learn to live within Kimberly's limits. My credit card bill showed way more than I expected owing to the nondescript company that operated the webcam site. Admittedly, I'd been using them a lot more since I'd discovered Maiden Black, but I hadn't quite realized how much that added up to. I could afford it, but just barely. Unless I wanted to start subsisting on ramen noodles for the next month, I'd have to sharply curtail my usage.

It was while I was thinking about my favorite webcam model that it hit me. Hadn't she been wearing jade earrings that first time I'd had a session with her? It'd been weeks ago, but for some reason I was Implicitly sure of my recollection.

I furrowed my brow. That was a weird pair of coincidences. First the hint that Maiden Black had a connection to the university and now Shugo - or at least her mother - shared a similar taste in jewelry. Weird.

Could Shugo and Maiden Black be...? No. No way. Maiden Black was a bold exhibitionist while Shugo was timid as a mouse. They didn't even look alike. Well, they were both short Asian women with dark hair, but then so were pretty much all the Asian women at school.

But then did I really know what either looked like? Maiden Black always wore that elaborate face makeup, so she might look quite different underneath. And given Shugo's reclusive hunch and glasses, had I ever really paid attention to her face?

But I had paid close attention to Maiden Black's body, so that you was definitively different. Shugo's body was all lumpy and shapeless. She was just an amorphous blob....

I paused. Did I know that's what Shugo looked like, or was I just assuming? She always wore those oversized, shapeless shirts that fat girls did, so Shugo was probably tubby, too. But chunky girls usually are thick all over; Shugo never wore skinny jeans, but I don't remember her denim-clad lower half including thunder thighs or huge ass. So if I were to imagine Maiden Black's enormous rack stuffed into a minimizing bra or corset and draped in an oversized sweatshirt, would she look like Shugo?

I shook my head. It didn't make sense. Shugo was a good student at a big name school. She had a bright future. No way she was simultaneously leading a double like as an online webcam slut. That'd be crazy.

Still, the ridiculous, implausible idea wouldn't quit tickling at the back of my mind. By Monday, I decided I'd indulge this nuttiness just long enough to prove it wrong. I'd pay close attention to Shugo today. Surely in the space of an hour I could observe something that would permanently dispel the ludicrous notion that she might be Maiden Black.

 

[slut_in_white]

I had a great weekend. I barely left my apartment, or even my bed. For the most part, I slept in as much as I wanted, then alternated between homework and cam shows. I was constantly either in the haze or an afterglow or playing with myself to my next orgasm.

I was a little sad when my new favourite customer never showed up. It was a bit odd, given that I rarely even recognized my customers' usernames. It was unusual for him to go a whole weekend without a single session, but I didn't think much of it. People have lives, after all. Well, people not me, apparently.

On Minday, I was in an unusually good mood, so I actually had to convince myself to maintain my usual hunch and to keep myself as unnoticed as possible. It wasn't hard - my slouchy sweatshirt did most of the work for me.

I walked into calculus 15 minutes early, like usual, and took a seat near one of the windows. The fall colours were in full bloom outside, and campus looked quite picturesque. I distracted myself with that instead of music while I waited for class to start, craning my neck a little to take in as much of the view as possible.

 

[saedo]

I spent the next hour paying as little attention to math as possible. I tuned in just enough so the professor wouldn't notice, but I was merely keeping up appearances.

The bulk of my time was spent making comparative glances at Shugo and the pictures of Maiden Black on my phone. Most of my shots of her had focused on her naked body, but those served little use for me now. Fortunately I'd been able to cull a handful of good fidelity pics of her face. I spent the hour trying to find distinct similarities or differences.

The task proved harder than it seemed. The stark makeup Maiden Black favored was hard to imagine as absent. That made comparing jaw lines, cheekbones, lips, and eyes difficult. After an hour of repeated glances, I was definitely confident that Shugo was actually a great deal prettier than her Plain Jane look suggested. But I was only somewhat sure that Shugo - with sufficient makeup - might resemble Maiden Black.

That wasn't good enough. Certainly it wasn't enough for me to confront her over. What if I was wrong? Falsely accusing a female student of being an Internet stripper would probably get me in serious hot water with other campus coeds.

After class, I departed from routine and trailed along behind Shugo. I kept a dozen yards back so the crowd masked me. Not that Shugo would have noticed. She plugged her earphones in, set her cap low, and appeared to tune out the rest of existence.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for or even I'd see anything. But not sure what else I could do, I followed Shugo, watching her every move.

 

[slut_in_white]

It was only when Professor Martin walked in and started droning in a voice more monotone than usual that I looked back toward the classroom and caught Jacob looking at me again. I felt a blush rising on my cheeks and a certain warmth pooling in my belly. Well, fuck. Apparently calculus class was going to be a distraction from now on. I was definitely going to need to play with myself before my next class - psychology - if I wanted to have any hope of paying attention.

The notes I took were are good as usual, which was nice, because it felt like the lecture was going in one ear and out the other. I kept glancing at Jacob from out of the corner of my eye, and his eyes were on me more often than they were on the professor. It felt weird and foreign to have someone (or at least someone physically in the same room as me) looking at me with that kind of scrutiny. It hadn't happened for years.

Back home, when I was in high school, I'd 'blossomed' quite suddenly over one summer from having the shapeless body of a child to having an impressive set of curves that only grew as the year went on. Back then, I usually wore clothes that were more normal - nothing exceptionally fashionable, but I didn't used to go out of my way to make myself look like an amorphous blob. The boys at school all stared and drooled and I found that I liked the attention. But, oh god, did my parents ever hate it. My father said I dressed like a slut (even though I never wore anything unusually revealing) and threatened to disown me if I kept "showing off my body". So that was when I started wearing the blob-y clothes. I technically didn't have to continue, but it was habit now, and if my parents ever caught wind of me wearing 'slutty clothes' (that is, anything that revealed any sort of shape at all), I'd lose their financial support. Even though I was making enough to support myself with the webcam, it would be difficult to pay for school with anything less than a full scholarship without my parents' help.

So naturally, because I was unused to it, Jacob's scrutiny left me somewhere between uncomfortable and intensely turned on. The combination of the two meant it was practically impossible to pay attention in class. I resolved to look over my notes later and pay extra attention in the tutorial, and then let my mind wander.

I spent the rest of class trying to keep my breathing calm while I thought about having Jacob's hands on my tits, my hips, my thighs, my pussy. Then I thought about his mouth following the same path, his tongue sliding in and out of my hot slit... I sighed, blushing, sudden aware that I'd very nearly moaned aloud at the thought.

It took me a second to realize that Professor Martin was dismissing us. Thank god! I pulled my headphones up over my ears, shoved my notebook into my bag, and very nearly ran out of the room. I badly needed to find somewhere private so I could touch myself. The washrooms were always packed between class and, given how horny I'd been all class, I knew I wouldn't be able to keep quiet enough for that. Instead, I knew of an out-of-the-way, empty study room where I could have some privacy.

The room was small-ish, and laid out with those study cubicles. I walked in, pulling the door closed behind me, and hurried over to one in the back corner, confident that I was alone in the room. I dropped my back on the desk, sat down in the chair, undid the button of my jeans, and then went digging through my purse. I kept a little portable vibe in my purse for cases just such at this. Then, I flipped it on, teasing the top of my black lace panties with it for a moment.

In the heat of the moment, I'd forgotten that I'd left my headphones on - they weren't playing anything, but they were pretty good at noise cancelling, so I had no real idea how loud I was being. The fact that the door was closed was enough to keep me confident that no one outside the room could hear me.

My breathing quickened to gasps as I finally slipped the vibe down into my panties. I couldn't help but hold my breath when it finally reached my slit, the breath releasing in a low, lusty moan as the little vibe slipped down through my sopping pussy lips to my throbbing clit. My hips jerked against my hand as my vibe finally made contact with the aching little bundle of nerves.

"Fuuuuck..." I hissed, using my palm to keep the vibe held down over my clit while my index finger slipped into my anxiously waiting cunt.

 

[saedo]

Shugo took off after class that I nearly lost her in the crowd. I hustled, though, and managed to keep her in view.

Oddly, though, she didn't head for a predictable destination like the exits or another classroom. Instead she went down two flights and took a couple of turns that brought her towards what used to be the astronomy section. The University had recently completed a new facility and moved the faculty of several science departments there, including this one. No doubt they'd eventually turn these old offices into classrooms or storage, but for now this hallway of rooms wasn't be used for anything. What could possibly bring her down here?

Shugo stopped about two thirds of the way down the hall and entered a door. With no one else in the hall but me, I felt rather conspicuous trailing her. I cautiously stepped down the hall, trying to keep my shoes from squeaking on the linoleum.

The door was labeled simply "Study Room". A small glass window in the door allowed a narrow view of two rows of study cubicles, all painted a utilitarian gray. A few windows - all in need of a good washing - provided the only illumination. Hardly sufficient light to read by - why hadn't she turned on the switch as she entered.

I couldn't see Shugo from the door, so I didn't know quite where in the room she was. Entering didn't make much sense; what excuse could I give for being in there? I'd hoped she might lead me somewhere useful like her apartment, not this dead end. Perhaps this was a waste of time.

I was debating whether to find a place to watch the door or to just leave when I heard it. At first, I wasn't sure it was real. With Maiden Black on my brain, I thought perhaps I imagined it. But again the sound came - a low moan, thick with desire.

Now I knew I couldn't just walk away. I had to know what was going inside that room. Was Shugo making that noise? Was there someone else in there? What the hell was she - or they - doing?

The moans were coming with a bit more regularity, so I timed my twisting the doorknob to hopefully be masked by the moans. No cries of surprise or outrage greeted me as I eased the door open, though the moans were louder and more familiar. There was also now a constant background noise - a higher pitch buzz.

I slipped inside and eased the door shut behind me. The voice came from the far corner, so I crouched down and crept towards the last row. Swallowing nervously, I eased my eyes around the edge.

Even hearing it, I was still surprised by the visual. Shugo was slumped back in one of the chairs at the far end. Her jeans were unzipped and tugged down. She had both hands buried inside a pair of black panties. She was unequivocally masturbation. Judging by a few quick glimpses, she also had a tiny vibrator to aid in her stimulus. Her eyes were tightly closed as she moaned in response to her self-stimulation.

I knew in an instant it was her. Over recent months, I'd spent several hundred dollars to watch and listen to Maiden Black pleasure herself. I'd her make those same noises, grit her teeth and issue the same dirty talk. Even without seeing her outside her baggy clothes, I knew Shugo was my Asian goddess.

Not that anyone else would believe it, of course. I only barely did myself. Not, that is, without proof. I reached into my pocket and retrieved my phone. Aiming it at her, I opened up the video camera app and pushed RECORD.

 

[slut_in_white]

I was sliding my index finger tortuously slowly in and out - I'd developed a taste for teasing myself a little after that one night my favourite client had ordered me to. I always came so much harder afterwards... and the thought of how hard I was going to cum now after spending all class so horny made my hips buck against my hands. My legs were trembling and my hands were getting a bit clumsy, so I started finger fucking myself a bit faster. My moans took on a slightly higher, more desperate pitch. I was so fucking close... God, I needed to cum!

My exploded a moment later. My whole body went rigid and I barely had the presence of mind to keep pumping my finger, prolonging the orgasm. I gave a full-throated cry of pleasure, no longer caring if someone outside the study room could hear me. I would care again in a moment, but in the throes of orgasm all I could think about was the pleasure of it.

My finger slowed as I started to come down from my high, and I turned the vibe off, sighing a little as my clit throbbed. I kind of wanted to keep playing, to bring myself to a second orgasm, but I knew I was already going to be late for my next class. I still had my eyes closed and I was still trying to slow my breathing as I pulled my hands out of my panties.

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't quite focus them properly, but I could see well enough to know that my finger and my vibe were both sticky with my juices. There wasn't anywhere else to clean up so, with a hazily pleased little smile, I slid my finger into my mouth, sucking off the wetness. Once I was finished with my finger, I licked the vibe clean too.

It was only then that I even tried to focus my eyes on anything past my own hands. I wasn't exactly looking for anything in particular, just staring off into space to enjoy a little bit of my afterglow before leaving for my next class. All I could see was some shape out in the middle of the row of study desks. It disappeared behind one of the cubicle walls as soon as I looked up at it. I froze, suddenly terrified that someone had seen me. I ignored the way my pussy reacted to the thought - it didn't matter how exhibitionist I was feeling. If this ever somehow got back to my parents...

I hadn't really thought through what I was going to do, so I did the first thing I could think of. "H-hello?" I wasn't sure what I was going to say if the person answered. Part of me held this ridiculous hope that I could convince them they hadn't seen what they had. My face burned into a blush. What was I going to do?

 

[saedo]

If I had any doubts about who Shugo was, her orgasm obliterated them. She rocked back so hard that the chair tilted up on two legs. Her voice expressed her pleasure in no uncertain terms. Just listening to her made me want to pull out my cock and start jacking off with her.

The sensation was unmistakable. I'd watched her do this on my computer a dozen times. I'd blown my load repeatedly listening to her cum. Shugo was Maiden Black.

But thinking about that also reminded me how much money I'd spent on the privilege. I had to eat ramen noodles for a week last month because I'd spent so much on this exotic Asian vixen. Except now I discovered that she wasn't something exotic import, but the mousy little girl who sat a few seats away from me in my math class. I'd spent all that cash on someone I saw three times a week? Someone too shy to make eye contact with me was getting me to dip into my food budget to watch her on the Internet?

So by the time Shugo realized she wasn't alone, I'd built up a head of steam. I was still turned on, but I was also pissed off.

I stepped boldly into the row. "Hello, Shugo" I growled. "Quite the little show you put on there. Fun to watch."

"Of course," I continued, "I've seen it before. Many times, actually. On your webcam site."

She started to protest, but I jabbed an accusatory finger at her and bellowed, "Don't deny it! Don't you fucking dare!" I held up my smartphone. "You tell me the truth or I swear to God I'll email a video of you fingerbanging yourself to half of campus! Now admit it: you're Maiden Black!"

 

[slut_in_white]

I yelped when I saw Jacob appear from behind the cubicle, the blood draining from my face as he told me he'd seen my entire little 'show'. So horrified was I by the fact that he'd seen me fingering myself that it took me several seconds to even register that he'd mentioned a cam site... and that was when my mouth went bone dry.

I listened in silence while he yelled at me to tell the truth. I felt shell-shocked, a thousand different emotions and thoughts bouncing around in my head as I tried to desperately figure out what I was going to do. My greatest fear was it getting around campus that I was on the internet - if that happened, who knew what would happen to me? And of course there was the chance my parents would find out and disown me for life, which was quite possibly the most terrifying outcome. I had no idea what I would do if they stopped paying for my schooling.

He demanded that I admit I was Maiden Black, and I'm sure the look on my face confirmed it. I tried to speak, but my throat had gone so dry that I opened my mouth several times only to have no noise come out. I swallowed thickly, trying to force my voice to work. Finally, I managed to squeak out the words, "Please don't tell anyone!"

I badly wanted to stand up and make an escape, but Jacob was standing between me and the door, and I wasn't sure my legs were going to work anyway. Fear was keeping me riveted to my chair, and my legs were still weak and trembling from my recent orgasm.

 

[saedo]

"I knew it!" I gloated. "Son of a bitch, I fucking knew it. I've never heard a girl cum like you do till I saw your webcam."

"Yeah, that's right, I'm one of your damn customers," I continued, feeling a bit of heat rise in my cheeks. Even knowing what she did, I felt embarrassed admitting that. I'd never told anyone I did that. Watching porn on the Internet was one thing, but paying to watch some woman masturbate on a webcam? It seemed shameful somehow.

And now I discovered I'd been doing this for a girl I saw everyday. A part of me recognized that it was a bit irrational to get upset about it, but dammit, I felt like she'd duped me. And now I wanted payback.

"Now that I'm on to your little scheme, things are going to work differently. Way different." I gave her a malicious smile. "To start off, Maiden Black is going to make a house call. 457 Patterson Avenue, Apartment 8C. She'll have the makeup, the corset, all of it. And she's going to give me a live, in-person show."

I held out the cellphone. "You do this or I post the video online." I put it back in my pocket. "I'll give you a few days to get ready. Let's make it this Thursday at 8 PM. Don't be late." I shot her one last glare, then turned and left.

 

[slut_in_white]

I gaped after Jacob as he left and sat staring at the empty doorway to the study room for several seconds before I realized that he'd given me an address I'd need to write down. Digging through my bag, I grabbed a pen and scribbled it on my arm. I assumed it was his place.

My stomach had exploded with so many butterflies I was worried that I was going to be sick. I wasn't sure whether the fact that, despite that uncomfortable sensation, my clit was throbbing intensely at the idea of doing a show live was a good thing or a bad thing. I was supposed to be embarrassed. I was supposed to hate this. He was blackmailing me, dammit! Why was I letting him get me all hot and bothered?

Because you're a little slut who loves showing off.

It was another fifteen or so minutes before I convinced myself to stand up. I was really late to class by now. I figured I could get notes from one of my study-buddy friends. I wanted to go home and lie in bed, and pretend to be sick so I could wallow in my misery.

As I walked back to my apartment, a thousand thoughts raced through my head. I started off wondering how I was going to even get to his place. Was he really expecting me to walk to his apartment in my full outfit and makeup, or could I get ready when I arrived? Was I supposed to bring my toys?

Of course, that line of thinking made me wonder what would happen once I got there. What was he going to do to me? Would this private show be it, or would I have to do whatever he wanted for the foreseeable future because of that stupid video? I tried to chastise myself for getting wet at the thought of doing whatever he wanted for... well, for either as long as we both went to this school or until he got bored of me. I hadn't even known I had a submissive streak until less than a week ago, but there was no questioning it now. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't excited, that I hated him for doing this to me, but there was that little voice in the back of my head that was aware of how aroused I was getting just thinking about it. My cheeks were burning with shame all the way home. I was sure that, once I got to his apartment and he started making me do whatever he wanted, I would realize that fantasizing about blackmail and the real thing weren't the same, that I'd stop enjoying it then.

I tried not to let the upcoming 'live show' interfere with my normal life - I kept going to class (though I avoided Jacob like the plague) and I kept doing my cam shows whenever I got the chance. I tried to pretend that I wasn't fantasizing about Thursday when I came for the men watching me, that I wasn't imagining them sitting there live, giving me commands and jerking off right in front of me. I had several of my clients tell me that these were my best shows yet, and I pretended that I didn't know why, because it certainly didn't have anything to do with those fantasies I wasn't having.

~~~~~~

When Thursday came I was an absolute mess. I spent most of the afternoon just pacing nervously around my apartment. It was only when I actually started to get ready that I started to calm down a little - I guess the familiarity of that routine helped to calm my screaming nerves. I got ready as it I was preparing for a cam show, as asked. I showered, shaving and plucking every inch of my body that wasn't the hair of my head or my already-plucked eyebrows. I went for one of my more subdued styles of makeup, something I could get away with wearing on the street if nobody looked at me too closely. Then I went to work on my hair, making it tousled and leaving it down the way I only ever did for my shows. I dressed in my favourite corset, panties and stockings, then pulled a pair of jeans and a hoodie on over top. I felt a bit silly wearing that and my six-inch heels, but, all things considered, I didn't actually look that odd. It was a bit of a relief - I was sure I'd look like a whore walking down the street to Jacob's apartment, but I actually didn't look that bad, especially with my hood pulled up to conceal my face.

The last thing I did before leaving my apartment was pack up my various toys in my purse. I could feel their weight as I walked down the street, and I could hear my shoes clicking against the pavement. I felt the way the corset constricted my waist and pushed up my breasts. All those sensations conspired against me to make certain that I couldn't forget, even for a moment, where I was going and what I was about to do. Of course, that meant that my cunt was betraying me yet again, so I was already wet and throbbing by the time I reached his door.

I stared at it for several seconds, swallowing hard. I lifted my hand to knock, but chickened out and dropped my hand back to my side to stare at the door again for several more seconds. This happened three or four times before I actually gathered up the courage to knock. Once I did, my heart started beating so hard that I was sure it would burst out of my chest and I was struck by the urge to run, to get out of sight before he actually opened the door. I was pretty sure the only thing that kept me standing there was the fact that I was quite impossible to run in my heels.

Once I heard the sound of steps approaching and someone unlocking the door, I looked down at the ground, my face burning in a bright blush.

 

[saedo]

I made it a point not to make eye contact with Shugo the next few days. Terse as I'd been with her, I didn't trust myself to go easy on her if she turned on the waterworks. I didn't want to risk being talked out of my demands. Fortunately, she seemed equally disinclined to engage with me.

When Thursday rolled around, I cleaned up the apartment and arranged the furniture for her show. I donned a white terrycloth robe to cover myself, but otherwise went naked. I wanted to have ready access should the need arise.

At the appointed hour, a quiet knock sounded on my front door. I opened it and smiled triumphantly. Shugo was only somewhat recognizable in her Maiden Black makeup. She'd worn a slightly more subtle version that just made her look very pale rather than bold white, but it was definitely her.

I frowned as my gaze continued southward. While she was wearing a ridiculously high set of heels, the hoodie and baggy jeans did not scream sexy. "You better have something nice underneath that sweatshirt," I growled. "I told you I wanted the full show and Maiden Black always dresses sexy."

I let her in and directed Shugo to my bedroom. I pointed towards the bed. "You usually perform on a bed, so you can use mine."

I dragged an easy chair in from the den and positioned it at the foot of the bed. That gave me a front row seat for her show. I settled into the cushions and leaned back.

Though I was trying not to let on, I was pretty stoked that Shugo was here. I was also horny as hell. It'd been days since I'd last had sex or jacked off. My balls felt like lead weights. I really needed to relieve the pressure.

"Alright," I demanded, "let's get started. I don't have all night."

 

[slut_in_white]

I followed Jacob mutely through his apartment, and I didn't really respond to his comment about my clothing. It irritated me a little - what the hell had he expected, for me to walk through the city in lingerie in October? It wasn't exactly warm outside! Part of me wanted to tell him so, but I was too shy and too afraid of what was about to happen to say anything at all.

I stood next to the bed, with my back to him, while he collected a chair and otherwise readied himself. I didn't move a muscle until he told me to get started. Still facing away from him, I took a deep, calming breath, and then reached for the buttons of my jeans. As soon as I undid the top button, they fell straight to the ground because they were so loose, leaving my stocking-clad legs on display under the hoodie. I stepped out of the pool of denim at my feet, then bent over at the waist to pick up my pants, well aware of the view of my ass that it would give him, and then tossed them off to the side.

Nervous as I was, I was still damn good at a strip tease, and I hoped that, if I pleased him, he'd keep the video to himself like he promised.

When I straightened again, I tugged the hoodie up slowly, revealing the corset inch by inch with my back still to him. Once I tugged it off over my head, I could feel my hair cascading down over my bare shoulders, and threw the hoodie over to where my jeans were in the corner. In doing so, I'd turned my head and I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder at him. My heart was still pumping out of my chest. I was terrified that I wouldn't please him... but if the look on his face was any indication, he liked what he saw. That knowledge simultaneously relaxed me, turned me on, and granted me a little of that confidence I usually had when I did a show.

Still moving slowly, so he could appreciate every move I made, I knelt down on the bed, still facing away from him, then spun slowly. I sat back on my legs and made as if I was stretching, forcing my breasts to strain even more against the corset and bra than they already were. I parted my knees until I was sitting with my legs spread wide and leaned toward him, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage.

"Did you want me to do anything special for you?" I asked, pleased at how husky my voice sounded, though not exactly surprised. I licked my lips, my eyes focused on that low V of his chest that I could see peeking out at the top of his robe. Fucking hell, he was really hot.

 

[saedo]

I had to admit, it'd been worth the wait. Shugo's body was just incredible. She did a slow strip tease that revealed her taut little ass and her monster tits. God, I wanted her.

"Did you want me to do anything special for you?"

I reached down and untied the belt of my robe. I parted the terrycloth folds to either side, revealing I was naked save for the silver chain at my neck.

I could see her eyes were immediately drawn to my crotch. My cock splayed out between my thighs and dangled slightly over the edge of the chair. Shugo's little strip tease had gotten my blood flowing a bit, so it was already starting to redden.

"That's what your barometer for success is,"I said, indicating my flaccid member. "When I watch you online, I can usually get off two or even three times, back to back. Now I want to see if you can do the same in person. So that's your challenge: make me cum at least twice in the next hour."

"How you do it is up to you. You are the professional." I emphasized the last word with disdain; I was still a bit pissed about how much money she'd made off me.

I reached down between my legs and lifted up the last third of my cock, then let it flop back down. Though it was a bit flushed, I hadn't gotten stiff yet. Of course, that was because I was pressing the mental brakes on my libido to the floor. After all I'd spent on her, it was time for some payback; I was going to resist her charms as best I could and make her earn this one. "But you don't even have me hard yet, so you'd best get to work."

 

[slut_in_white]

He seemed unimpressed and it made me a bit nervous; pleasing him might be more difficult that I had thought, and I didn't want to consider what might happen if I failed. But then I remembered that he was a customer, and a consistent one at that. He obviously found something in my usual performances appealing, despite his current demeanor suggesting otherwise. The thought calmed me considerably. I wondered why he was so intent on being cold towards me, but no matter: I could take his challenge and succeed. Probably.

I started off by running my hands down my body, my back arched, and trailing my fingers up and down the insides of my thighs without ever making contact with my panties. I closed my eyes - it made it easier for me to pretend that I was in front of my camera and figured I'd give a more natural, comfortable performance that way. My hips started rolling slowly, gliding forward every time my fingers teased close to the edge of my thong. I kept it up for as long as I could, but with the adrenaline and hormones already surging through me as a result of the situation, I couldn't stop my hands from finally tracing my slit through the thin silk.

I moaned, long and loud, my head thrown back in pleasure. I was already wet enough that I could feel my juices soaking the material. I lifted my free hand to my chest, gripping and massaging one of my tits as my other finger drew lazy circles over my clit. My hips bucked and my breathing had quickened into short whimpers, making my breasts bounce and heave with every motion. I moved the finger on my clit faster and faster, gasping for air against the constricting corset that felt like it was going to burst. My hips were thrusting and gyrating against my hand seemingly of their own accord, and then, a moment later, I crashed over the edge of the first of many orgasms, crying out in pure pleasure. My finger kept working my clit, prolonging the high until I sat shuddering on his bed.

It was only then that I opened my eyes again, my gaze hazy with lust. I hadn't anticipated how much I would find having a live audience arousing - especially one who looked like Jacob. I licked my lips, winking at him, and then pushed myself up off my haunches. I started to move my hips in slow, sensual circles, as if giving a lap dance to someone who wasn't there, and began to work the laces of the corset open.