Sex Stories - Cam Girl

Sex Stories – Cam Girl

Sex Stories - Cam Girl
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Sex Stories – Cam Girl


Tara and I had been watching Bridgette Jones. It was girls night and we had been talking, laughing, and drinking our way through the whole movie. I was wasted even by my own standards and Tara was at least as far gone as I was when the movie ended.

“I fucking love that movie,” Tara set her wineglass down and laughed. “I mean, I’m not a huge fan of Hugh Grant, but I would fuck the shit out of Colin Firth.” Her eyes were swimming.

I clicked the remote and leaned back on the couch. Tara had come over to my place because she was at the bottom of her rope. She had lost her job as a hostess a few weeks before and she hadn’t been able to pick up another one. Of course, her boyfriend, one of the cooks at the restaurant before it closed, had also just broken up with her. And I seemed to be her only friend.

“Yeah, he’s yummy,” I smiled and held my glass out for a refill.

“I have a confession,” Tara finished filling my glass. “I am going to be a cam girl.” She leaned back on the couch.

“A cam girl?” I thought about the little adverts I had seen on various, porn sites. “Wow, ok,” I sounded judgy even though I didn’t mean too, “how does that work exactly?”

Tara took a long sip of the wine and grinned. “It’s stupid easy. I mean, all I do is set up a webcam thing, log on to this website, and then start chatting with every pervert that clicks on my picture. They can pay extra and I can go solo with them, which is where the real money’s at apparently, but all I do is, you know dress sexy and type, maybe show a boob or something until I get a private room request. But after that, things get hawwwt.” She rolled her eyes.

I stared at her. “So, like a strip tease?”

She grinned and shook her head. “Oh no, this is more than a strip tease.”

I couldn’t really get my head around it, I mean, I understood what it was she was going to be doing, but I didn’t really get how you got a job like this in the first place. “Was there like an interview or something? Did you have to audition?”

“Not yet. I just called today and talked to the manager, at least I guess she was the manager. She said I had to come audition for her at her office.” Tara took another big swig of wine.

“A woman, huh?” I had expected a man, I mean, everything I had seen online showed men giving the auditions – which, as my last boyfriend had pointed out, amounted to little more than a girl’s first fuck on camera.

“Yeah, she said there are no men on her site,” she scrunched her face, “I know, right? I mean, I was sure there was going to be, I don’t know, like I was going to have to,” Tara shrugged and polished off her glass.

“Fuck some stranger?” I set my glass down and looked Tara over.

We had both run track in college and, although that had been a couple years ago, I thought we were both in pretty good shape. I mean, we both still ran a few times a week and neither of us had any kids.

“Hey,” Tara’s eyes glittered, “you know what we should do?”

I held my breath. Years of experience had taught me that when Tara had that look on her face, there was no telling which way things were going to go. The last time I had seen the look, we ended up riding a ferris wheel in a Walmart parking lot at 3 in the morning. “What?”

“I should audition for you.” She stood up and slipped off her t-shirt before I could say a word. “You know, I mean, then you can tell me what I like, need to work on and stuff.”

“What do you mean? What’re you doing?” Her bra hit the floor and her breasts bounced into view.

“Come on…” She stood on the opposite side of the coffee table from me topless and in sweat pants. “How hard can a cam girl interview be, right? I mean, even if the woman wants to,” she made a weird face, “you know, fool around. How tough could it be?”

I refilled my cup and watched Tara clumsily finish undressing. “Alright, so, lets say I am…”

“Jill,” Tara smiled, “her name is Jill”

I am not sure why I decided to go along with her, maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because I thought she needed the job and wanted to be a good friend. I don’t know, but I decided to try and be helpful.  That’s what friends do, right? “Alright, what did she say when you talked to her.”

“She told me to watch a few cam shows online and then, if I still wanted to do it, to come in Thursday.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. “Here’s the login.”

It took a few minutes but we got the site up on the tv and logged in. Tara chose a redhead with unusually large breasts and requested a private room. Two clicks later, the scene on my television was about a foot away from a vagina that was being stuffed with a massive, black dildo, like a baseball bat-sized dildo.

“Oh, my God,” I cringed as the woman spread her legs further and worked the massive tool in and out of herself.

“Oh,” Tara’s eyes went wide, “look at that thing.”

I glanced over at my friend and realized she was more captivated than caught off guard.

“I mean, it’s huge.” Tara stared at the television as the girl continued driving herself toward orgasm.

“Yes. Wow,” I didn’t know what else to say.

“I brought one too, but Jesus, that thing is huge.” Tara turned back toward me. “Do you know how much money she’s making? Look, there are eighteen people online watching this right now.

The woman kept going. Her moans grew louder and her hips gyrated onto the trunk of plastic while I lowered the volume on the tv.

Tara turned it off. “Alright, lets do this.” She smiled at me. “Hi, I’m Tara.” She offered her hand across the table.

“Hi, Tara. I’m Jill.” I shook Tara’s hand and tried to sound business like, but the wine was beginning to cloud me a little and my friend was standing in front of me naked.

“Good to meet you,” Tara smiled, “I did what you suggested and watched a few cam sessions,” Tara sat down on the coffee table in front of me. “I think I’m a perfect fit for this.”

“Alright, Tara.” I paused, I didn’t know what to say. I mean, was I supposed to ask the usual questions? What would you say your greatest weakness is?  I looked at Tara who sat patiently in front of me. “Alright,” I found a little liquid courage and decided to go with it, “show me.”

Tara grinned the same grin I remembered from the ferris wheel night. “Alright,” she spread her legs slightly. Her pussy was bare, like it had been freshly waxed. “You want me to turn you on?” She gave me a playful, little grin.

“Um, well, I think you probably want to focus on…”

Tara stepped in between my legs like a stripper and put a finger on my lips. “I can do it you know,” her voice was barely a whisper. “I can turn you on.”

“Tara, I don’t think they’re going to…”

“Come on, Gabby,” Tara stepped out of character as quickly as she had stepped in. “Jill’s going to do the same thing as all those other sites, she’s just, you know, a woman, right?”

I couldn’t argue the logic but everything about the situation felt weird.

“Alright, so be Jill. I’ve got to show you I can do this. Plus, I need the practice, it’s not like I have been a real slut before.” She took a deep breath. “Don’t laugh.”

She arched her back and pushed her tits forward. “I mean, I watched those shows,” she ran her hands along the curvy undersides of her breasts and then down along her waist, “I think I have what it takes.” Her voice was soft and seductive.

I laughed and Tara fell out of character again. “Come on!” She stomped her foot and pouted. “I need a job, help me!”

“Alright, alright,” I did my best to regain my composure. I straightened my glasses . “So, Tara, you’re obviously pretty, but…” I pretended to look through a resume, “…it takes more than that to be a good cam girl. You’ve got to be able to seduce, you have to be able to make the customer feel special.”

Tara bit her lower lip and looked at me. “I think I understand,” her voice was soft, “I think I can do it.”  She sat back on the coffee table in front of me. “I mean,” she grinned, “I do love to turn people on.” She slowly spread her legs to give me a full view of her naked quim.

“Do you like that?” She ran her hands along the insides of her thighs. “Do you like my pussy?”

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“It’s a very nice pussy, miss Jenson,” I stayed in character.

“You know you make it wet, right?”  She ran one hand across the pink, puffy lips and took a deep breath.

I watched in silence and thought: The girl can work it. 

“Oh!” Tara turned around and started digging through her purse. “Here, let me get mine out.” She turned around holding a nine inch purple dick that was very thick, like really thick.

“Are you taking that to the interview?” I asked.

“Yeah, you know, I mean I want this job and I am going to have to show Jill what I can do, right?”

Being a supportive friend, I nodded. “Alright, lets do this.”

Tara set the dildo on the table. “Alright, so where was I?” She looked at me and grinned. “Right,” she took a breath and slid back into character, “so…you know you make me wet, right? Like, really wet.” A finger disappeared into her labial folds.

She ran a hand up to her breast and squeezed it while she did a few circles across her clit. “Is that what you want? You want to watch me get all turned on?” She closed her eyes and tweaked a nipple until she gave a little moan.

I sat back on the couch and stared at Tara. She was good. I mean, we all have the ability to turn a man on, it’s kind of built in, a part of us, but Tara was really good.

She worked her finger for a few moments, rocking her hips a bit, and all I could think of was how hot she was. I felt like I was getting my own show, my own private sex show.

And it wasn’t supposed to happen, I mean, I am fairly sure it wasn’t supposed to turn me on, but watching her begin to work herself – my own body started to react.

“Mmmm…see what you do to me?” She spread her pussy lips wide and gave me her best, lustful look.

Her her pussy twinkled in the light, soaked by the stimulation, and I was suddenly aware of my own cunt, the spreading warmth.

Tara slid a finger through the shining wet and slipped it into her mouth. “Mmm…” she moaned.

I shifted in my seat a bit. Everything about the situation made sense, I just wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen. I mean, I was supposed to help her get the job, right? I mean, that meant watching her masturbate like she was in front of a camera, like she was on my computer screen, but I couldn’t help but kind of fall into it.

“Do you want to taste?” She looked at me and offered her middle finger, still glistening with her nectar.

I swallowed hard and smiled even though all I wanted to do was say yes. I mean, it’s true, I had no idea how difficult it would be to sit and watch Tara…give me a show especially when I had a couple glasses of wine in me. I was suddenly hot and horny.

But Tara, never missing a beat, slipped the second finger into her mouth and made her lips smack when she pulled it out. “God, I taste good.” She grinned and ran her eyes over me. “I bet you taste good. I bet your pussy’s getting all wet just sitting there,” she started to slowly circle her clit with three fingers.

I stared at her hand, the motion of her fingers across her cunt, the way the flesh moved, and my mouth went dry. Is she serious? Is she talking to me or practicing? I couldn’t tell, but all I wanted was to help.

“Ohhhh…” she twisted a nipple between her fingertips and threw her head back. “I wish it was you,” she whispered, “I wish it was your tongue.”

Is she talking to me or is this part of the act? Is this for practice or for real? It took everything I had to sit still.

“Here,” she straightened up tucked her hair behind her ear. She was breathing hard, like she was close to letting go, when she reached over and grabbed the giant dildo. “Oh, just like I like it, nice and thick.”

My eyes snapped back and forth between the plastic  in her hand and her eyes. I wanted a sign a signal. I was so turned on, flat out horny. All I could think about was grabbing that dildo, sliding it into her, and then turning it on myself.

It’s got to be the wine. What is wrong with me? In all the time I had known her, I had never once been attracted to Tara. We were friends, good friends who went shopping and dancing, who sometimes had lunch and just bitched about our boyfriends or lack thereof.

But sitting in front of her, watching the show she was planning to put on for her new job – I couldn’t shake my desire.

“This is one of my favorites,” she licked her lips and looked me over again, lingering on where my nipples pushed against my shirt. “I love a big cock, don’t you?” She held the plastic in front of her and slowly moved her hand along the shaft. “I like to get it all wet first,” she parted her lips and slipped the head into her mouth.

I would love to share a cock with her. 

She pulled her mouth free and grinned. “What? You want to know how much I can fit in my mouth?”

I nodded but it was a lie. All I wanted to know was how it would feel, I knew it would stretch me.

“Watch me,” she opened her mouth and descended onto the plastic shaft until almost half of it disappeared. “Mmmm,” she moaned.

My eyes were glued to her lips, to the place her mouth wrapped around the plastic.

She bobbed her head on it a few times, slowly sliding her tongue across the tip every time she pulled it free.

I imagined watching her kneel in front of my boyfriend Andrew, I imagined holding his cock while she licked and sucked.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Tara slipped the dildo from her mouth. Her face was flush, her breathing ragged. She lowered the trunk of plastic between her thighs, spread her pussy wide and started to work herself onto it.

I watched as her pussy devoured the cock.

“Oh, God,” she groaned and bit her lower lip. “Fuck that feels good.” More of it disappeared with every thrust of her hips.

She closed her eyes and I crawled onto the floor between her legs. I couldn’t take it anymore. My hand closed around hers and we both worked the plastic into her gash.

She stared down at me with a plaintive look, “finally.”

I pulled the cock back and her body shivered in delight.

“Come here,” she whispered.

I got to my knees and she leaned forward and kissed me.  My own orgasm washed across me as soon as her tongue slid into my mouth.

She pulled me into her and wrapped her legs around my back while I fucked her slowly. Her hand reached down and pulled my shirt until my left breast was free and she could squeeze my naked flesh.

Warmth washed over every nerve in my body.

We made out for a few moments, our tongues fighting between our mouths, our free hands holding and squeezing each other’s breasts and thighs. I was in heaven. My body was a furnace of lust.

“Faster,” Tara fucked her hips forward swallowing the plastic until my hand was wet with her desire.

I followed instructions and began to bang the dildo in and out of her snatch, faster and faster as my own cunt soaked through my panties. Leaning down, I sucked a  hard nipple between my teeth and gyrated the plastic cock in and out.

“Oh, like that, don’t stop.” Tara leaned back onto her hands and moaned. “Yes, yes, of fuck, yes.”

Tara’s hips fucked against the plastic and I lowered my head to her glistening nub of flesh. I had to taste her and I knew that my tongue, as close as she was, would push us both over the edge.

The sweet warmth coated my tongue as I wiped it through her folds and across her erect clit.

“Ohhhhh, shit!” Tara leaned forward and pushed my face into her pussy. “Eat me, yes, fucking suck my clit.”

I sucked and licked at her cunt until her body went still, rigid from the orgasm that soaked the dildo and my lips.

I let her go after a few moments and sat back against the couch.

Tara, her face bright pink with strands of hair coated in sweat, wiped a hand across her forehead.”Holy fuck, Gabby.” She panted the words.

“I couldn’t help it,” I grinned, “you were just too good to sit there and watch.” I said with a smile. “I guess you’re hired.”


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