Cam Queen

Today’s request is one of my favorites. I’ve read the message a thousand times—I need to get it right; I like to keep my Sir happy.  

Sir: You are to get dressed first thing in the morning wearing those sexy little crotchless panties that you have, and go about your day. To work, to the shops, anywhere you go, I want to know you are ready and waiting for me. 

My pussy twinges at the thought of being exposed under my outfit all day.

Me: Yes, Sir, crotchless panties it is.

I met my Sir on a swinging site really late one night. I was feeling particularly horny and had an insatiable need to let someone know just that. I was so horny—the type of horny that I couldn’t ignore—the type that made me feel I could take cock after cock and not stop, the type that a simple wank on my part was not going to fix.

It was in this crazy horny state that I decided to indulge my fantasy of talking to strangers online. The idea of sharing my dirtiest fantasies with multiple people had sent my pussy into overdrive. As I made my profile on a kinky playspace for swingers, which allows you to message, send pics, cam and meet, my cunt ached with anticipation. The thrill of sharing my mind and body with randoms was an itch that needed scratching. 

You are to be a good girl and not touch yourself no matter how horny you get, you understand? A few minutes before we talk – and I mean only a few minutes before – you will dress in black stockings and fresh black panties – oh and high heels – nothing else. 

I cannot wait, Sir. 

Oh and I think it is time we got that dildo out – don’t you? The one with the sucker, you’ll be riding it on the floor. 

Fuck yes, finally! I have been waiting to use him for several days – 

Thank you, Daddy. 

You’re welcome. 

That exchange was nearly 24 hours ago, and I haven’t thought of anything else since and neither has my cunt. I drop my dressing gown and reach for the black lacy pair of stockings that match the black silky panties I have planned to wear. I love the feeling of how the stockings wrap around my thighs, sending messages directly to my pussy. I pull the panties up over my ass and almost cum on the spot, feeling how they cut over my cheeks and how the silk rubs naughtily over my clit. The only thing left is to slip on some skyscraper heels—I’ve chosen red ones to match my lipstick – and I am ready. It’s clear I am to wear panties, stockings and heels, no bra or anything else on top. Catching sight of myself in the mirror, I cannot help but think I look hot. That’s something someone like me would never normally say, I am typically so self-conscious, but I do look hot. I look fuckable. 

Confidence has never been a friend of mine; I have always looked for others’ approval, putting myself down before someone else can. These evenings have started to change that. These evenings I am the person I want to be. 

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It’s time—I switch on the computer and log into the site. Message after message fill my screen, many of them commenting on my status from the night before—I had declared I was fucking myself. Others talk about how they love the look of my tits on my profile picture. Tits only—no face. I may be horny, but I am not naïve. Strangers on a sex site don’t need to see my face. 

I gingerly position myself on the bed, unable to ignore the flutter from my pussy. And suddenly, I see him, my “Sir”.  His profile picture is pretty recognizable – a picture of his delicious dick. Without a second thought, I move into our private chat room and wait, ready for my first DM from him. Our routine is pretty simple—private chat room, DM’s back and forth, then the cam goes on – my cam, that is. I love giving him a private show, while seeing the stream of other chat requests and DMs roll in. He is the only one I show myself to. 

It was around a month ago Sir first made contact with me, ordering me into a private chat room. His DMs were direct and firm and I found myself doing what he wanted without question. He saw the closet slut in me before I saw it in myself. We haven't exchanged real names. He is my Sir, I am his cum slut. I called him Sir instantly because there is nothing else that suits him better. That and because he told me to. Our interactions have quickly become regular and more elaborate, starting with messages about how I liked to be fucked, graduating to sending pictures of myself in skimpy outfits, and finally being a slut on cam. He gave me this name because of how many times he’s come over me through the screen.

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Are you there

The icon flashes in my chat box showing he has initiated interaction. 

I want to play it cool, to make him sweat a bit thinking I am talking to others, but who am I kidding? I am desperate to get this started—and let’s face it, me talking to others would only turn him on anyway. 

I’m here Sir – I type back. 

Did you follow my instructions?

Yes I am wearing it now, Sir.

Have you touched yourself yet?

No, Sir, I waited for you.

Good girl. Now slip your hand down your panties and tell me how it feels. 

I reposition myself so my legs are wide open and place the laptop on my lap, moving my hand down my panties. I have been longing to feel the wetness between my legs, it doesn’t disappoint—my clit is electrified. 

I am soaking.

Who the fuck are you speaking to?

Sorry Sir, I am soaking Sir.

I’ll forgive you this once. Get on all fours and keep stroking. 

I feel slightly annoyed, I was enjoying the position I am in, but I always do what my Sir wants. I have learned to. The one and only time I didn’t listen to him, he didn’t speak to me for two days. Instead he logged on and ignored me. He punished me by jerking off with other women instead. I throw the laptop on the bed making sure the cam goes on. I push my ass into doggy position, letting my breasts brush against the bedcovers. I feel so sexy I cannot take it. My cunt feels even sexier as I stroke my swollen juicy clit under my fingers and swirl my juice around it. I position myself sideways from the laptop screen so he can see my ass in the air before moving the laptop behind me so he can get a close up view of my clit and fingers. I pull my panties down a little so he can see my fingers at work, slowly showing him my wetness. I feel so dirty knowing I am exposing myself to a stranger, illicit even, giving him a first row seat to the fire between my legs. I am putting on a show for us both, watching myself like a porn movie.  

I’m so fucking horny, Sir. 

I know you are my little slut, how are your tits?

I can feel they are super sensitive, it’s like they have a direct link to my pussy. They never used to be, not until Sir started making me rub ice cubes on them and watch myself play. I can feel them start to harden against the bedcovers as I fuck myself with my fingers. 

Hard, Sir. 

Take your hand out your panties and rub your juice over your nipples.

I do as he asks but I’m annoyed again, frustrated that he is taking attention away from my aching cunt. 

Did you get out the toy I asked you to?

Yes I type, looking down at the brand new dildo I ordered online the other day. I opted for a thick boy reminiscent of the multiple dicks I had been privy to on the site. Ones I had wanted to fuck and suck so badly. 

Take your panties off and get on your back.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I can't help but notice the multiple chat requests building up from other potential playmates. The thought of being wanted by so many men drives me crazy. I decide to peek at some and become distracted. 

I see a picture of a hard juicy cock that looks simply delicious; I’d love my dirty mouth around that, so I message to tell him. 

Another message asking me if I would like a gang bang – shit right now I would like a whole fucking arena—I am that horny, I ping a message back. The thought of all these throbbing cocks while I talk dirty is so satisfying. 

Are you getting on your back or what?

Oops, I forgot to reply to Sir. I won’t tell him I have been messaging other guys—he may drag out my pleasure and I need it right now. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

Sorry Sir, yes I am.

You want my cock?

Mmmm yes please, Sir.

Take it then, deep as you can.

I ease the thick dildo inside me, desperate to feel its hardness. My hungry cunt is eating it up, thrilled to be filled. I work two-handed, using my left hand to massage my clit while  my right maneuvers the beast in and out. I feel so dirty and sexy in my stockings and high heels, and can only imagine my Sir stroking  himself to the sight of me fucking. I hear a symphony of pings on the screen. 

Message after message roll in:

Your tits look tasty – let me have a suck.

You still pounding that naughty pussy?

If you like the look of my dick, come sit on him.

We can arrange that for you babe, how many would you like?

each one making me push inside harder. Even so there is only one I am really looking for, Sir…

You fucking hard, sexy?

There he is. I notice instantly how he has dropped character; he does this when he is horny. 

Mmm so hard. Your cock feels so good.

My cock wants you so bad.

It’s at this moment I realize mission accomplished—he wants me, and his explosion is in my hands. I have him right where I want him, responsible for his hard-on, a hard-on that is just for me. I feel powerful knowing my Sir is, desperate to be inside me. I want him aching, I want him throbbing and I want him knowing it was his cum slut that made it happen. I feel so hot knowing he is watching and decide to give him what he wants, what he requested.  

I ease myself off the dildo and move onto the floor, allowing the sucker on the dildo to hold itself in place on the laminated floor. One reason I bought him was for the hands free option and the sucker to have fun in the shower...or on the floor. 

Pulling my hair off my face I guide my tongue and mouth down the shaft of the toy, I love to taste my own juice. For a moment I feel a pang, wishing it was a real cock I was sucking and worshiping but it will do. I push the tip into the back of my throat and gag a little, fantasizing about one of the dick pics I received tonight. I bet he is so tasty. 

I climb on top of my imaginary dick and lower myself cowgirl style and really start to feel the deepness take hold. Like a true cowgirl I start to ride, enjoying the feel of such a deep penetration. I start to feel the familiar pressure building in my pussy, the one letting me know I could explode at any second. Picking up the pace I can’t resist moaning out my pleasure, I feel dirty, powerful, sexy and alive all in one. Knowing Sir or whatever the fuck his name is rubbing his stiff dick in line with my thrusts makes me feel irresistible. 

A thought has popped into my mind, one that I have been tempted by for a while, but my usual cautious demeanor has put it off. Today feels right though, I am so sexed. I reach into the box at the end of the bed and pull out what I am looking for; my butt plug. I have played with it on its own before, although never really putting it in too far. Today I want it. 

I stop riding and climb off the dildo, grabbing some well positioned lube from the side table. The plug seems to glide into my asshole perfectly, maybe because I am so wet in general, or because both my cunt and ass are so submissive from horniness, they are pleading to be fucked. I turn to the screen again, realizing I haven't communicated with Sir, too busy lost in my own pleasure. I see the dots indicating he is typing. 

You’re such a good girl, are you going to climb back on your dildo too for some double fucking? 

I pause shortly, I’m excited at the prospect, but nervous at my first time with double penetration. 

Please Sir. 

Go on; imagine it’s two horny cocks filling you up.

I ease myself back on the dildo and can feel how much tighter it is with the plug up my ass. I love the feel of how the plug stretches my ass open. It feels so hot, being filled by both. My pussy is so wet I can feel my juice dripping down my thighs. 

You look like a fucking pro. Ride it like a naughty cum slut. 

I love that he approves. That he is enjoying it as much as I am. I want to show him how much of a slut I am and push the butt plug a little deeper in my ass. I am sure I could take the plug deeper, but this is more than enough for a first-time go. Sir would be impressed. I start to ride the dildo like my Sir has requested, imagining it is the guy’s cock from earlier and that it is my Sir’s cock deep in my ass. Two cocks all for me, I am such a lucky girl. 

I catch myself riding in the mirror and cannot believe what I look like. Lipstick smeared across my face from drinking up my juice, tits exposed, nothing but a pair of stockings on with my pussy and ass both filled. I don’t think I have ever looked more at home. The image is enough to make me push on. I don’t even try to slow the orgasm that fills my body and leaves my mouth – I have earned it. I only hope the neighbors are sound sleepers. 

Falling into a heap on the floor I look back at the mirror and notice my heavy breathing and sweaty body. I smile at myself and my body. I pull the laptop off the bed and can see Sir had messaged me again as had many other sex-mad individuals; I don’t bother replying instead I turn the laptop off and shove it aside. He and all the rest will be waiting right where they always are. 

Art by Hanzo Lamine