She had decided on a seductive tableau: long, black, wavy wig, smoky make-up, lacy black gown temporarily obscuring black bra and panties, as well as matching garter belt and stockings. He joined a half-dozen premium members watching as she twirled on his screen, the tip tokens ringing in. She shrugged the flowing garment off her shoulders and tossed it aside before he had a chance to contribute. This would not be a drawn-out session.

The bra and panties were simple and sheer; the discs of her nipples and the outline of her vulva were plain to see as she settled onto her bed. Steel grey sheets compromised between her pale skin and the dark lingerie, evoking a black and white movie. She leaned forward to fill the screen, her hands pressing to increase the depth of her cleavage, her lips, parted and inviting. Her bright red lipstick and nails were all that defied the monochrome palette.

His eyes followed those red spots as she leaned back and gave a tour of her body. He imagined kissing along that path: her cheek, neck, shoulder, breasts, chest, and belly. She raised her stockinged legs; the hint of her painted toes teased as her fingers traced her shapely calves and the swell of her thighs encased in the dark filmy material. She toyed with the garter straps, an anachronism that still had such a mysterious influence on libidos.

His first tip was more than usual, saying “Bravo on the outfit and the mood!”

With an array of options, she could be the cute co-ed, the stern mistress, the submissive slave, the blonde bimbo, or many more. Her screen name was Sybil, a reference to the famous woman with multiple personalities.

“Thank you, Flyboy,” she cooed, recognizing him. She thanked all the tippers, but he heard only his own screen name. His cock pulsed as her voice sang in his ears and he loosened his pants to let it swell.

He was a recreational pilot but spent a lot more time on commercial jets as his work took him around the world. His wife approved of this outlet while traveling. He couldn’t be effective in negotiations if he was horny (some used attractive women to put him off guard), tense (some applied high-pressure tactics), or tired (some tried to sneak things into the fine print). This way avoided the risks of getting disappointed, infected, robbed, or worse if he patronized the local sex purveyors. Tomorrow, he would be focused, relaxed and well-rested.

He began to remove his clothes as he watched her display herself. Some tippers requested a particular feature, angle or posture, and she obliged them. The tally grew to where her breasts would soon be unleashed. Her nipples began to poke out the thin fabric, and he yearned to see them. Unconsciously licking his lips, he tipped to push her over the threshold.

“I think you guys are as horny as I am today,” she teased, seeing the milestone achieved sooner than she had expected.  Reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, she explained the large amount for the next goal. “I’m going to keep the garter and stockings on, so you only need to take off my panties after this.” She made a show of moving each strap off her arm, then covered both nipples with one hand when she finally raised the wisp of cloth over her head and flipped it away.

He had removed all his clothes by that point, and his cock was growing. He rubbed himself as her nipples appeared and she played with her naked boobs. She pulled a dildo from under her pillow and made a show of licking it and taking it deep in her mouth. Leaning toward the camera, she placed it between her soft mounds, pressing them together so only the tip was visible.

“You’d love for this to be your cock, wouldn’t you?” her seductive voice allowed no dissent. She manipulated her breasts against it, as she skillfully manipulated her growing audience. Approving tips rang in.

Sybil’s natural breasts were soft and pliable. She pinched her nipples into half-moons and used them as handles, lifting and jiggling her rippling tits. He doubted that he could be so rough with such sweet flesh, but her gasp as she tugged them showed her excitement.

“Ahhhh, yesss. Suck my nipples hard! I hope you are going to go all the way with me today,” her breathy voice was enticing but not demanding.

With pursed lips, he tried to follow her instructions. He squirted some lube into his palm and stroked his shaft until it stood up straight, a tall shiny pole. He checked his screen to be sure he was ready for her as his eyes followed her every move. She reached down to her panties, stroking the material into her crack. Seeing the darker spot that her dampness made, he could wait no longer. He sent the tip amount that would get her to open his cam so she could watch him.

“Looking good, Flyboy!” she exclaimed as she glanced at her screen. “I think you’re as turned on as I am.” He knew she could see him as he slowly pumped his rigid dick.

She had been camming for a while before she met her husband. By the time they were serious, he knew about it and accepted it. The fact that she regularly helped and watched hundreds of guys jerk off hadn’t stopped him from proposing to her or her from marrying him. She had started as a camgirl to pay for her education. Working on a degree in computer networking, she took delight in knowing that she was becoming an expert in the technology that made it possible for a group of people scattered around the world to masturbate together! Security, routing, video streaming, digital rights management, software, servers, network nodes—she was learning it all.

At that moment, she wasn’t thinking about technology. Nor was she counting her tips to calculate how many more sessions she would need to pay for the next semester’s tuition. Sure, she wanted them to tip more, and she knew how to put on a show to encourage them to do so. But she was turned on and wanted to satisfy herself as well as her viewers.

It turned him on so much to know that she and she alone could see him as he jerked his cock. He knew her panties would be gone soon, and her fingers would delve into her sensitive folds. In his mind, her fingers would be his and his, hers, as they would drive each other to ecstasy.

He could have had her for his own, paying to take her private, but his wife would not like that; one-on-one seemed too close to an affair. Besides, when he imagined that it was his hand between her legs and Sybil’s hand wrapped around his cock, the idea of the others watching and jerking off to them would make it even more exciting.

She slipped her hand inside her panties and let out a long moan. Her eyes were half-closed, and she seemed like she had forgotten where she was and was going to make herself climax. Her husband had been away for a week. Despite or because of her camming sessions, she was horny! Camgirls need love, too, she often reminded herself.

“Okay,” she gasped when another tip rang in and she regained control of herself. She raised her damp fingers to her mouth and sucked them in turn as the bell chimed again.

“I’m going to have an orgasm before you guys get horny enough to tip enough to take my panties off,” she complained with a laugh. “Rather than wait for that, I’m going to do a bukkake show!”

He knew what that meant, and his cock twitched as more pre-cum oozed from the tip.

“If I get at least five more of you to cam-to-cam, then I’ll do a countdown and we’ll all cum together,” she explained as she slipped her soaked panties down her legs.

“Thank you, Ninja. Thank you, Pussyfan,” she said as two joined. She dangled her panties on her toes close to the camera, clearly showing how wet they were. With a well-practiced flick of her foot, she tossed them up and caught them. Holding the undergarment to her face, she sniffed deeply, and the two dozen premium members and dozens more lurkers all tried to imagine her aroma.

Hugging her knees to her chest, she showed her pussy and asshole to the camera, drawing two more participants.

“Nice cock, Bigdave. You too, Assman,” she said as she surveyed her screen. “Five wonderful penises that are going to ejaculate on my command.” Lowering and splaying her legs, she finally revealed her open cunt. “See how pink it is getting?” she observed, spreading herself with her fingers. Her inner lips were indeed flushed compared to the ivory skin of her hairless mound. Being totally shaved was popular and also made it easier to look appropriate when she became a blonde or a redhead.

His mouth watered and his grip tightened at the sight. He would have to share the screen with the others, but by being first, he would be at the upper left and easy for her to see. He hoped it was a large screen.

“Where do you want to spurt?” she asked. “Inside me?” She pushed two fingers into her opening and stirred them around. “Mmmmm,” she said as she put them in her mouth, “that would be nice.”

“Maybe on my face?” she offered. Leaning toward the camera, she placed her hands on her cheeks and opened her mouth, her tongue out begging for a load. “On my tits?” she asked, raising and pressing her soft globes together, filling the screen.

“Oh, wait, I know what Assman wants,” she said, then quickly turned to face away from the camera, presenting her rear end to the many hungry eyes. “How about in my butt or on my butt?”

Another participant sent the cam-to-cam tip, meeting her goal. “I don’t know if I could get that one inside me, Bigdog, but you’re welcome to try!” she complimented the new recruit. Rolling to lie on her back, she was eager to proceed.

“Are you guys ready?” she teased. “Not too ready, I don’t want you going off before I do. In a minute, I’m going to start the countdown. The number says how close I am, so it might not be exact. I want you all to cum when I hit one; seeing that will make me explode.”

“I have two more spots if someone wants to join,” she leaned back, adjusting her pillow so she could see her screen. She found the dildo and slid it easily into her dripping vagina. “Last call,” she grunted. She reached her right hand behind her raised leg to fuck herself with the plastic penis. It was an awkward position, but it gave the watchers a better view of her pussy as her left hand stroked it.

The tip bell chimed, then chimed again making her whine then laugh, “Why do you wait until the last second?”

He had been having to hold back, his slippery cock tingling in his palm. If he squeezed the shaft or touched the head, he was afraid he would lose control. The momentary distraction of the new arrivals let him take a breath.

She let go of the dildo long enough to type on the cordless keyboard next to her to add the two stragglers to the four-by-two array of windows she could see. Some focused just on their genitals, some showed their whole bodies. Young, old, fat, skinny, big, small, hard, soft—she had seen all kinds and, in a way, enjoyed them all. Yes, they paid her, but they were willing to share this intimacy with her, exposing themselves to her the same way she exposed herself to them.

The power she wielded over them and the few dozen who also paid to see her, as well as the dozens more who only watched, was an aphrodisiac. Some days, she had to act. Most days, she would eventually get into the spirit and respond naturally. Today, her body hungered for the euphoria, and she was using them for her own gratification.

“Here we go!” she said. She set a steady rhythm with the thrusting while she massaged her open vulva. Watching each window in turn, she saw some familiar cocks and some new ones. The variety of anatomy and techniques interested her—some intense, some relaxed, some urgent. She imagined the order of magnitude more spectators who she could not see but who certainly mimicked those she saw. With that thought, mentally and physically, she crossed a boundary.

“Ten,” she intoned.

He thought her body was glorious, her face full of lust, her nipples hard, her pussy wet and flush with excitement, her right hand working the fake cock in and out while her left strummed her clit.

She was perfectly framed on his screen, no wasted area. Her pussy, larger because it was closer to the camera, glistened with the lubrication that her fingers had spread over her tender flesh. Her breasts rose over her flat belly, bobbing as she moved her body in rhythm to the thrusts. Her eyes stared at her screen, watching herself as well as the eight cocks worshiping at her altar.

“Nine… eight… seven…” she counted slowly, driving herself closer. She watched the eight men watching her. “I want to see those big loads.”

He had been showing her his whole body, but now he zoomed in on his cock and balls, filling whatever space she gave him. He saw her eyes move as she noticed the change on her screen.

“Six,” she panted, her breathing coming faster.

“Five,” she groaned. “Pick the spot where you’re going to give it to me.” He wanted to fill her to overflowing.

“Four, oh how I wish those cocks were here with me right now,” she licked her lips with a slurping sound.

“Four,” she repeated, close to the edge but not quite. She fucked herself faster, her fingers focused on her clit.

His hand pumped in time with her dildo. It was his cock fucking her, it was her cunt’s slick tightening grip he felt around his shaft.

“Four, so close,” she moaned. “Wait for me.”

“Four-or-or-or-or-or,” she purred for long seconds, her body tensing in anticipation. When she reached the point of no return, she gasped “Three!”

“Three… two…” she struggled to enunciate. He knew it was time and he polished his glans with his slippery fingers as his other hand squeezed his shaft tightly, letting the pressure of the explosion build before he would release it.

“One… cum for me!” she cried. “Cum with me! Cum on me!”

He moved his fingers away and released his tight grip, stroking as his contraction shot a large milky gush from the tip of his cock. He hoped she saw it, but his eyes were fixed on her pussy and that driving dildo that was his cock spurting deep within her. She struggled to keep her eyes open as her body writhed with pleasure.

“I’m cumming! Shoot that cum! I’m cumming!” she squealed. As she had promised and hoped, the sight of eight spurting cocks caused a tidal wave of ecstasy to crash on her burning genitals, spasming belly, and throbbing nipples, inundating her entire body with exhilarating warmth.

He pumped his penis with one hand, massaging his testicles with the other to lure every drop of fluid out of him. The waves of pleasure echoed through him with each emission. His fingers and organ were well-coated by the time the final twitches pushed the last drops from the tip.

Sybil moaned and gasped as her body gyrated. Every movement seemed to amplify the impulses surging through her, and she wanted her fans to know what they had helped her experience. She slowed her thrusting to idle and cradled her now-too-sensitive clit between her fingers as she sighed and quivered.

“That was perfect, you guys,” she smiled when she had regained her senses, looking at the eight who had ejaculated for her benefit. “I felt every squirt on me and in me, like an electric shower of semen.” She shivered in giddiness at the image.

He hoped—he knew—she was talking directly to him. Of course, she would say it to the other guys, but he felt they had a special connection. Keeping his sperm-drenched fingers wrapped around his slowly-softening rod, he squeezed and pumped it, the warm afterglow relaxing him and tempting him to sleep. He wiped his other hand on the towel and typed a tip note of praise and thanks, the ring inspiring others to add their messages of appreciation.

“Thanks as always, Flyboy, Ninja, Bigdave,” she enumerated the tippers as they rang in their gratitude. She could see the people leaving the room, and knew she was done for the day. Sometimes she could go on for hours, but this session had drained her at the same time it sated her.

“I’m going to take a hot bath,” she said, then added “offline!” Sometimes she would cam her baths, but today she wanted to be alone. Her husband would be back tomorrow, and she wanted to plan something. She did some of her best thinking in the tub. It had been a profitable session with a good group and some familiar names. “Thanks to all who came, as well as those who came and didn’t cum,” she teased. “Check my profile for when I’m on next.”

“Until next time,” he sent with a final tip before closing the app. He cleaned himself up as he got ready to sleep. If things went as he expected tomorrow, he would close the deal and be heading home. He expected his wife would be planning something, but he had a few ideas of his own that he wanted to surprise her with.