Cam Queen 2

It’s been 15 days since Sir contacted me and I am angry. They say red is the color of anger, which must be why I am dressed head to toe in some Valentine red boudoir get-up right now; my waist pinched in by a super sexy corset and my legs encased in a blood red suspender belt and stockings. I feel hot—as much as red represents my anger, it also signifies passion, and fuck am I feeling passionate. I am horny, and I need fixing—right this minute. 

Logging onto the site I have used for some time, I head straight to my profile to update my status. It’s simple, I need a man (or men) to message me, the dirtier the better. Anything that can solve the ache between my legs. Part of me feels guilty, I already have a Sir—granted a Sir who has gone awol—but the wetness of my pussy persuades me to push the guilt aside. I convince myself that messaging will be my absolute limit, I just need enough to get me off and then I’ll be good. I tell myself this Jessica Rabbit ensemble is purely for my pleasure alone. 

I position myself in front of the screen and feel my heartbeat increase as the messages come in. My panties start to soak before I have read a single message. I lean back on my chair and open my legs, running my fingers over that first hint of juice and start to read:

How are you?

What are you wearing?

What you up to tonight?

Small talk is not my thing right now, not when my cunt is desperate for a pounding. 

I bet you’d love my tongue on your clit…

Here we go.  

Mmmm yes please I type back, my sub side desperate to burst out. 

I learn this mystery guy is called Jace and that we are of a similar age. He’s into water sports (of the sexual variety), big boobs and being bossed about. But I enjoy taking demands not giving them. Being told what to do and how to do it, having someone else control my orgasm. 

I feel a pang of need for my Sir, I miss him. Or perhaps someone like him. But more so I need to cum, I need to cum for someone, anyone, so I continue. Jace’s description of his wanking dick is enough for me to experience flutters in all the right places. 

Just as I start to find my rhythm my eyes register another message. A message from him—my Sir. Ignore him, I tell myself, mess with him the way he has messed with you. But while my mind tells me one thing, my treacherous pussy tells me another as she tingles in anticipation for what he has to say. I click on his message. 

Get on cam now.

No ‘please’, no ‘thank you’, no ‘sorry I haven’t been around’ or that he’s missed me, just his usual demands and I can’t lie, I fucking love it. 

I don’t hesitate as I pause the chat I’m in and position myself in perfect view for him to see me. 

Have you been a good girl for Daddy? he types.

Part of me wants to lie, but I know he will see the truth written all over my face. 

Yes Daddy, until about 10 mins ago. 

What does that mean? He types back quicker than I have a chance to think about my next move. 

I have just been talking to some guy on here. Sorry Sir for not asking permission. I quickly add at the end, realizing my mistake. 

Has he made you wet? Show me. 

Without a second thought I push back in my chair and run my hand over my panties letting them soak my fingers before holding them up to the camera. 

Good girl. Take your panties off. 

I do as I’m told, throwing them to one side so my cunt is completely exposed when I sit back down with my legs wide. My pussy needs fucking so bad, but I know from experience the more I show it the more I’ll have to wait. 

Mmm I’ve missed my little slut so much. 

I don’t know what thrills me more, the dirty talk or the idea that he has missed me. I’ve missed you too, daddy. 

Turn on the mic so you don’t have to type. Your hands are going to be busy. 

I do as he says, adrenaline coursing through me. Hearing each other’s voices always takes it up another level, as does the realization that my hands are going to be busy. 

“That’s better,” he says. His voice deep and commanding. I remember the first time I heard it I almost came on the spot. “Show me what I have been missing.”

I smile as I lick my fingers and rub them over my clit, using my other hand to pull my tits over my corseted top. “Are you playing?” I ask. The thought of him touching himself is too much to bear. 

“I’ll fucking ask the questions,” he replies. “But yes, I’m wanking my cock for my little cum slut.” 

“Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, show me your ass.”

I begrudgingly remove my fingers from my clit, stand up and turn around, showing off my peachy behind cupped in suspenders. 

“Smack it.”

I smack it, imagining it is him, wishing he was here to bend me the fuck over. The sharp tingle igniting my pleasure more. 

On his demand I straddle the chair so my ass faces the screen, arching my back so I can get to work on my pussy. The intensity in my pussy makes me moan, “I want you inside me so badly.”

“Me or other men? Because earlier you were all for cumming over some other guy.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy.” 

“You know the rules, if you want to be a slut elsewhere, you get my permission first.”

I want to argue about his disappearance, and how that makes permission impossible, but he has my kryptonite, and he fucking knows it. He knows I love the thought of multiple men wanking over me, wanting me, he knows I’m so fucking greedy. 

“I’m desperate to shove something up my cunt,” I confess. And in response, he makes me stop touching myself all together. He says if I want to touch something, it can only be my asshole. 

I use the juice from my pussy to lubricate my ass as I ease my fingers in. 

“Mmm fuck,” I moan.

“Mmm, such a good girl. I’d love to share you. Watch you fuck other men.”

The thought sends me wild. I want to suck a dick so bad. Preferably with another inside me.

“Please!” I moan. 

“Where is that box of toys of yours?”

I reach across to the desk that is just off shot of the screen to indicate it is easily accessible. 

“Show me what you’ve got,” he demands. 

Instinct takes over as I grab my vibrator, hoping he will let me satisfy my dripping pussy. Of course he denies me that pleasure, instead questioning what I have for my ass. I show him my anal beads and he flat out disregards them, telling me he wants to pretend I have dick in my ass. I pull out what I know he wants me to use—a butt plug. 

“With or without vibration Sir?” I ask, looking back at the screen. 

“Vibration, but only when I say. Now how about a little suck for me?”

Desperate to please him so I can get my much needed release, I stand up from the chair and kneel beside it so he can get a sideways view of my body and mouth as I position the butt plug on the seating area and begin to suck. 

At his request I ease my fingers back inside my ass showing him I take orders easily. 

He tells me to get up and lube both my ass and the saliva drenched plug. “Oh, and grab a dildo, too,” he adds. 

I do all this as quickly as I can before re-straddling the chair, so my ass faces the screen. I know he will want to see the next bit. The bit where I ease the plug into my tight little asshole, pushing through the resistance as I moan in pleasure. 

“That’s my good little slut…” Shit, I fucking love when he calls me that, I fucking love being one. “Now, with one hand squeeze that ass cheek and with the other bring that dildo to your lips,” he orders. 

I squeeze my cheek hard loving how dirty I feel as I suck on my dildo like I have a real dick in front of me – his dick. I look over my shoulder so he can see me in all my glory. 

“That’s it, you perfect little slut. One cock in your mouth, another in your asshole. You love it don’t you?”

I moan back in reply. He will never truly understand just how much I love the idea of it. The idea of multiple cocks to play with, to fuck me with. What the power of fantasy does to my brain and my swollen clit. 

He tells me to take the dildo out of my mouth. I am secretly gutted; I love sucking on it – and instead tells me to sit on it. Relief floods my body as I stand to position it between my legs, desperate for my cunt to finally be filled. He teases me, not letting me sit straight on, instead telling me to brush it against my slit. 

“How many dirty dicks would my slut like?” His voice is more needy, I can tell he is stroking his dick now. The thought blows my mind. 

“How many would you like me to have Daddy?”

“Maybe four would be suitable for a greedy girl like you.” I ease my pussy onto the dildo, I know he is too lost in his own arousal to notice that he hasn’t told me to. Both of us are lost in the thought of orgies and gangbangs. The slide of my toy takes my breath away for a moment—I’m so tight already from my butt plug. 

“You’ll watch me, won’t you, sir?” The question elicits a deep groan from him. I know voyeurism is his thing, hence our current set up. He likes to watch, I like to show, and we both like to fantasize. 

“Of course, show me how you would ride me.”

At his words, I plunge down hard on my toy, letting it fill me whole, no need for lube as my pussy juice helps glide it in and out. I feel so sexy, so dirty, so alive as I concentrate on the sensation of both areas being satisfied. I suck on my fingers, the temptation of having something in my mouth too much to bear.

“Does that feel good baby?” He asks.

“Mmmm yes,” I can barely speak.

“How does it feel being filled?”

“So.fucking.good.”

“Wish I was inside you. Especially when we turn on that vibration.” I had forgotten that the plug was a vibrating one. My ass stirs in acknowledgement, I never knew my asshole could get so horny. 

“What about my cunt Daddy?” I know I’m not supposed to ask questions, but the excitement is too much.  

“That dirty fucking mouth,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, we’ll work that cunt, too.”

At this he directs me to remove my dildo and replace it with a vibe. Positioned oh-so-perfectly on my clit. I activate the vibrations while grabbing my tits,  letting the sensations fill my whole body. 

“You want my cum?” He asks hurriedly as he speeds up his wanking. I lower my finger down towards my clit despite the vibrating toy and rub some more, horny at the thought of us touching ourselves together. I tell him I want his cum, and I want all these imaginary men’s cum. “I want it all over my body,” I say, as I chase the building intensity in my cunt. I want to be a cum slut, a whore for him and his friends because this is what being horny does to me—it makes me so fucking naughty. It makes me feel invincible, irresistible. 

“Cum for me, my little slut.”

I’m climbing the hill to orgasmic levels as I rub my clit with one hand and push the vibrator deep with the other. The dirty thoughts in my head propel me as I reach my climax hard, screaming loud. I turn the vibrations off quickly, my ass and pussy both super sensitive, and pull my vibe out. 

My sir is still wanking, so I position my ass closer to the camera and show him the plug still inside. I reach between my legs and show him my cum soaked fingers. I lean forward so he can pretend he’s fucking my asshole.”Fuck me and shoot your load in my tight ass!” I beg. My own dirty talk turns me on so much I start finger fucking my cunt until we both explode. 

I couldn’t do this with anyone else—even though I’ve never met him in real life, I have built a trust with him that no one else could truly understand. But I don’t do this for him, I never have, and I never will. It’s all for me and I love every second.

Photo by Carlos Batista