0 comments/ 1785 views/ 6 favorites Virtual Sex By: Catmoore I go from cyber emails to cams and beyond. I'd purposefully not worn a bra. One reason being the delicious feelings on my full breasts and nipples from the lustrous, pale pink, silk blouse I was wearing. I had just slipped that on and had slowly done up each of the four buttons. They were rather too far apart really for, as I moved, the blouse gaped and much of my breasts and occasionally my nipples were exposed; that excited me even more making my nipples harden and become such stirringly large indentations in the silk. I was also wearing thin, track trousers. They were beige and loose at the bottoms of the legs with a double white stripe up each side. They had an elasticised waist band and fitted snugly across my tummy and bottom. Glancing in the full length, mirrored wardrobes in my bedroom and seeing the slight sagging of my breasts, the bulge of my tummy and the surplus fullness of my hips and bum, I grimaced a little, but overall the sight wasn't too bad I thought, well not for forty seven year old that is. I wasn't wearing anything on my feet, but then you don't need to if you have under floor heating do you? For some reason I found being barefoot sexy. Under the trousers I was wearing a white, lacy thong. It was small, ridiculously small really for there was quite a lot of me to go in there. Not that I'm a BBW or anything like that, but at just on one forty pounds there is quite a lot to fit in. I went into my conservatory, the only room in the Victorian pile in St Albans, which is just outside London in the UK, where I live with my husband that I like; I hate the rest of the house. I sat down at my desk in front of the PC. Everything was ready; all that was needed was in place; I was prepared, emotionally and physically. Pressing the key and moving the mouse I then typed. "Matt, you can now fuck me." * Looking back I often wonder how I reached that point. How I had reached such levels of, depravity, I suppose some would call it? How I had come to accept, no relish really, having cybersex three or four and sometimes more times per week? How I had got to the state where I had three regular, electronic lovers, two male and one female? How I had let myself so often be persuaded to finish a session in a chat room lying back in my large, black leather, office chair naked or almost. How I would log off having made myself cum, often surprisingly strongly and now and then wonderfully satisfyingly. The justification I made to myself was that it had become pretty much my only source of sex. Richard, my husband, was older than me in his mid-fifties. He is a corporate lawyer, works murderous hours and travels continually visiting his firm's New York office at least once every month. He has to entertain current and prospective clients so when at home he is out three or four evenings a week. At his age something had to give and it did and that was sex with me. I was often tempted to have another affair, but after the one I had with David a few years ago I could not bring myself to have another. I found the Literotica chat rooms by mistake. In fact I was not aware that either, Lit had any, although I had been writing and publishing stories on there for years or, that they still existed. I remember the yahoo and MSN chat rooms of a few years ago and had sort of assumed that when they closed down all the others did as well. So it surprised me when I saw them being advertised on Lit and for some reason, I cannot recall why, I logged on one day. I was slightly horrified, at first, that people could 'talk' so openly, but that soon gave way to me finding a perverse sort of enjoyment at telling men, and some women, that I did not 'play.' I started to feel comfortable describing what I was wearing, particularly the colour of my panties, and my body to them. I even started sending copies of the glamour photos that Richard had taken of me 'to perk up our sex life' to a few to whom I became close. Chatting led to exchanging e-mails; steamy ones. That led to chatting about the content of the mails which, in turn, resulted in me one afternoon almost masturbating with a man. It was such a turn on to hear a total stranger telling me what to do with my hands, to hear him telling me that he was naked and hard and for us to tell each other that we were near to cumming. It was such a turn as I did that, but I felt such guilt I just couldn't. So as I touched myself, heard him say he was near and as I found my climax starting, I reached out and logged off. I felt guilty that I had nearly climaxed or, cybered as I learned later it was called. I vowed never to do it again and to stop visiting chat rooms. The sordidness and wanton nature of what I had done got to me. I was amazed at how easily he had seduced me, or did I seduce him I wondered? Maybe it was exactly what I wanted and needed? Maybe I did want to undo my blouse when he asked me, to stroke myself through my bra and to then lift each orb out from their cups and pinch and squeeze my dark, pink, swollen nipples as he suggested. Maybe I was ready, I know I was willing and clearly I was able to rub myself through my jeans. And I guess, really, I was eager to go along with his suggestion of stroking myself down there, of slipping my panties off and touching my wetness. Yes I guess I was ready to fuck myself listening to a total stranger talk to me via cyberspace. But, somehow, I stopped myself. Despite the anonymity, despite the man having no way he could ever find me and despite there being an ignore key I just couldn't do it. My upbringing, my respectable persona, my positions as a mum, member of golf and tennis clubs, a, fairly, successful business woman and all the other conditioning simply prevented me. After that first, slightly worrying, well bloody scary really, episode I did stop. I did not visit a chat room for almost a month. But by Christ was I frustrated and did I give the batteries on my two vibrators a bashing? Yes two, which I used at the same time. There's something ravishingly exciting at having one vibe buzzing away on my clit, or up me, while I used the other on my nipples and tits. But my chat room avoidance could not last. I was too hooked on the net; after all it had become my hobby and favourite pastime during the many long days and evenings I was alone when Richard was out entertaining, working late in the office or entertaining. Actually I enjoyed chatting. I liked learning about people. Alright many, most even were rather ridiculous, asked the most stupid questions and wanted to 'fuck' me within a few moments of meeting. That said I did meet numerous guys who respected my position and I enjoyed chatting to them. But, overall, I was a good girl, well at least whilst on line. I did not once come near to going off the rails for ages. Then I met Matt. He was all the good things I look for in a cyber mate. Articulate, bright and quick minded with a self-deprecating way about him and a great sense of irony. He could chat on most topics, was an avid golfer, had a worldly-wise approach to chat rooms and a wickedly naughty sense of humour. He was clearly up for anything on-line, but was not, like many, assumptive or overly pushy. We were soon exchanging views on a wide range of topics including, of course, those of intimate and personal natures. He was married and, unlike most men I met on there, claimed to love his wife. True, he said things were a little difficult, but never pushed me to meet so I believed him when he said "I just like chatting to women." I believed him, for that was exactly what I most enjoyed, well with men mainly. We got on too well really. We were so easily able nearly every time we talked to turn the conversation to sex. Easy, comfortable, relaxed, non-threatening, flirty sex-chat. Not heavy, come-on, demanding stuff, but nevertheless stuff we admitted turned us on. I'd explained earlier when we were talking about being aroused that I didn't cyber "Don't or haven't?" he quickly quipped back. "I don't know," I replied feeling the need, as I so often did on there when with a man I liked, to be totally honest. I changed the subject and like the gentlemen, as many I had met on the net were, he respected that and didn't mention it again, well not for some time that is. We had also started exchanging e-mails. He wrote well. Not with classically good grammar, punctuation and spelling, but with clear, 'picture painting' descriptions and forceful narrative. I enjoyed reading his mails and, increasingly, I enjoyed composing for him. And of course from both of us the writing became steamier and steamier. He told me in wonderfully graphic, but not pornographic, explanations exactly what he would like to do to me and what he would like me to do to him. As I read them I could imagine him doing them to me so clearly that they became my masturbation material. Just as my replies that described my feelings as he did those things to me, became his wankfest as he termed them. * "Are you sure," he typed back. "Yes, yes I am." When we had last spoken on a Friday we had got very steamy. "God I so want to fuck you," he had typed near the end of the session. This wasn't completely out of the character of our chats, but was, probably a little more intense and direct than most. "Don't you feel it Cat? Don't you feel that need?" "Right at this moment," I typed one-handed as I pinched my swollen nipple. "There's nothing in this world I want more than to be fucked Matt." "Fucked by me?" Smiling I teased him. "Fucked by anyone Matt, but especially by you." We both knew this was impossible for his wife was downstairs and my daughter was in the next room. "Really? Especially me." "Yes." "Do you really mean that Cat?" "On here, yes I do." "Are you sure, are you positive about that?" We had spoken about 'going all the way' several times, but either, the time wasn't convenient, we just talked about it so much we talked ourselves out of it, or I backed out. This time, though, I meant it. I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it with him. With Matt, my electronic lover, my soon to be cyber-sexpartner. Yes I wanted to fuck myself for him. We rarely chatted at week-ends as it was difficult for both of us, but I received an email. "Just once more my darling, are you positive about this? Tell me no and there'll be absolutely no problem. Tell me yes and I'll be hard and rampant until we meet at noon on Monday." We had ended our chat on the Friday making a date for Monday. And once we had done that it did feel exactly like a date. The very special date that couples often make; the date when they are going to consummate their relationship; the date when all the awkward kissing, the fumbling and furtive gropings, the touches, caresses and strokings all come together; the date when they do go all the way, when they at last make love, finally have sex and fuck each other's brains out. That was the date we had made for noon on Monday! I typed back. "Yes, yes, a million times yes. I want you." It was an odd weekend. I hadn't got much planned; some shopping on Saturday and a couple of girlfriends round for take away pizzas in the evening. Golf on Sunday that I played so badly, followed by a snack at the club and home early for an evening's TV with my daughter. But it wasn't what I did that made it odd, it was how I felt. It really did feel as if I was going on a real date, as if we had agreed to make real love. As if Matt really was a new lover, a lover with whom my relationship had deepened to the point that we had made this pact for Monday. All Saturday, more so Sunday and especially as I watched TV, alone as it happened for Lucy had popped to a friend's home to do some homework and Richard was on his way to New York, again, I became more and more aroused. There was an, almost permanent, tingling in my tummy, a warmth that ebbed and flowed through me. An extra fullness and heaviness in my breasts and a pressure on my nipples that made them feel as if, at any moment, they could burst and let that fullness from each orb gush out. I had washed my hair and showered. As Lucy and I often did on Sunday evenings, particularly in the winter, I had slipped into a nighty and a dressing robe. The nighty was grey and white silk. It was beautifully lacy, had a low neckline and a slightly flared, mid-thigh length skirt. It was partly see through and clung to me above the waist. It wasn't really a nighty to sleep in, more one to be shagged in. The white robe was thin, but not silk. It was floor-length and had a tie round the waist. Sipping my second glass of wine it was the easiest thing in the world for the robe to fall open. The skirt part of it did that naturally, so that as I sat on the sofa my feet tucked under my bottom, my legs were bare. As I had moved around getting the papers, pouring wine or changing channels so it was nearly as easy for the top to gape, for the two lapels to fall apart and for the deep cleavage the tight nighty created to come on view. "What will it be like?" I wondered, my mind continually thinking of tomorrow. "Will I be able to do it, go through with it and finish off with him?" I asked myself. "Will I," it suddenly struck me like a charge of electricity. "Be able to make myself cum as I chat to him? Will I be able to say and do the right things? Will I find the words to make love, no have sex on-line? Will I be able to fuck myself to an orgasm as he tells me what he's doing?" I did not know the answers for sure, but at that moment they didn't seem to matter too much. No, as the neckline of the nighty slid down beneath my breasts and as the lacy, silk skirt slid up my legs, tomorrow really did seem so much like another today. And as one of my hands found the soft fullness of my boobs and the hardened crinkleness of my nipples so the questions became irrelevant. And finally, as my other hand found the sopping wetness between my legs, nothing seemed to matter for I was writhing on my sofa in orgasmic satisfaction. Monday morning was hell. I can't begin to work out how many times I changed my mind. This whole idea was becoming an obsession and taking on an importance far beyond merely masturbating, for in reality that is all it was. In reality I was going to take my clothes off, touch myself then make myself cum. Just as I had last night on the sofa and last night in bed and the night before on the sofa and Saturday evening in the shower. In reality it was just masturbating, wasn't it? Yes it may well have been just masturbating, but it was not really reality was it? True, with Matt reading every word I typed and him typing back, it could not be termed fantasy either, so what was it? I had no answer to that. Is there a state between the two? Perhaps rantasy or feality? Maybe what happens on the web needs some new terms like that? I was wearing just a robe when I logged on and checked my mails. My heart pounded when I saw there was one from him. Glancing at my watch I saw it was 11.30. "I'll definitely be there at noon, naked and numb with hardness for you, my darling. I'll understand if you don't make it or if you have a change of heart when we're talking." I quickly typed back "I'm just getting dressed especially for you Matt, I'll be there when you want you me." The silk felt incredible on my breasts; it was so smooth, cool, lustrous and caressing, that I was sure my skin on them was of a much higher temperature than normal. The image in the full-length mirror thrilled me. 'What an arrogant, hedonistic vain woman I can be,' I thought as I looked at myself clad just in that pale pink blouse. The hem of it was around my hips the lapels were open. They were caught on my nipples, that I saw with a wry smile were almost exactly the same colour as the blouse. My breasts were full but had that slight sag that older woman who have suckled children have. My waist was nicely indented, but the tummy that should have been cosseted after the birth of Lucy or should have received many hours of attention in the gym, did bulge. Not alarmingly, not in a Christmas pudding like way of a pregnancy bulge, but was of size where being undressed by a younger men had to be avoided or done in the dark if possible. It did, fortunately, almost vanish when I was lying on my back naked or near so, but then the bloody tits flopped to each side, so as with woman my age, I couldn't win could I? "Maybe," I smiled, "that's the attraction of sex via the net, no peeping eyes?" I had promised Matt that I would dress to excite him and that was what I was doing. 'Or was I,' I thought as I slid into the AP panties that were as ridiculously brief as they were ridiculously expensive, "£40 just to cover those thin lips and then be cast aside. 'What women do to please and thrill their lovers, or themselves, perhaps' I thought knowing that I was dressing as much for myself as I was for Matt? "Again Cat, are you sure?" came up on my screen in, what seemed, a rather matter of fact reply to my invitation of, "Matt now you can fuck me." "Yes, yes I am," my writing, looking to me far more assured and confident than I felt, came up on the screen. "Oh God Cat?" "Yes Matt, yes I know." "I'm so excited but so nervous," I told him truthfully. "So am I and have been all weekend?" "Did you make love to Fiona?" I asked referring to his wife whose' photo I'd seen and who had been the subject of a story we had written together. "Yes I did, it was fantastic," he told me. It was that we could have such a conversation where we could discuss our own lovemaking that made my relationship with Matt so different to any other I had on the web. I ahd told him practically everything I'd done in the past, including some dallying with other girls, and he had told me lots about he and Fi's sexual habits, likes and dislikes, which included some partner swapping and attending mild orgies. "Good, I'm pleased." "But Cat, not as good as how our fantasy lovemaking is, or will be. Not as good as how it's going to be." "No that's better Matt, ours isn't real, that is." "No Cat, ours is real, just different." "Yes that's true." "What are you wearing Cat?" "A pink, silk blouse and tracky trousers, you?" "Just the tight, white CK long boxers you like." Clicking on my picture gallery I brought up the photo he had sent me a few weeks ago. Any doubts about my arousal vanished as I looked at him. He wasn't that tall or muscular, just nice, with little excess weight and a, frustratingly to me given my bulges, flat stomach. The white, almost cyclist shorts length boxers clung to him like a second skin. They accentuated and emphasised his genitals making them, as maybe they were, I didn't know for I'd never seen them naked, huge. Not the boastful type at all I'd had to drag out of him that he had a thrillingly eight inch and three inch diameter cock! I was almost shivering with desire as I imagined him at his PC in that deliciously alluring underwear. "Just them Matt?" "Yes Cat just my boxers, just those tight white boxers you like so much. Just those skin tight pants Cat that cling to me." "Mmmmmm," I clicked feeling the surge of arousal at the words he was manipulating me with. "The ones Cat that you said made my cock look big." "It does Matt; I have it on screen now." "Does it look big now? Would you like to see it right now?" "Yes, yes Matt it looks huge." Suddenly the window in which we were chatting said, "Matt has invited you to photo share, Accept or decline." I don't usually like pictures of men's' erections. To an extent it's "seen one seen 'em all," well to me at least. Obviously that's different when looking at the real thing. When near to a penis that you know you've made hard, it's a totally different ball game. When close up and personal to something that's shortly going to invade you, plunder your insides and do such amazing things to your mind and body, well then they look fantastic. But on a computer screen or a paper, no thanks not for me, usually. Virtual Sex Matt's cock looked magnificent. It was big, it was long, it was thick and in the, about to be fucked, state I was in, it looked beautiful. Yes, though cocks, most of the time, have little going for them and certainly are low on aesthetic values, when hard, hot, nearby and are about to be shoved right up a girl's pussy, then they can look beautiful. "Oh Matt," I whimpered, adding "thank you, thank you," remembering that last week he'd asked if I'd like such a photo of him and I 'd said I would. "Oh yes," I went on as several more of him in various naked poses lit up my screen. "What's under the blouse babe?" came up, making me tear my eyes away from his body and cock. "What would you like to be under it if we were together?" I asked rather coyly given the circumstances. "Nothing of course." "Spot on M." I typed trying to sound sexy in print. "Does it feel nice Cat, the silk on those big, full tits of yours?" "Mmmmmm," wonderful. "Are you rubbing your boobs, through the silk?" "Yes," I told him truthfully feeling a shudder go through me as my fingers ran round my nipple and caressed them through the pleasure giving silk. "And under the trackies? Are you naked there as well?" "No Matt, just a nice little thong, just like this," I typed as I forwarded him the page site that showed the most gorgeous, but annoying stick-like model in the thong with shots from the back and front. "I bet that looks fantastic Cat, are you looking at that thong?" "No of course not," I typed as I started getting a little more involved with the silk on my breasts. "It's hidden by the trackies isn't it?" "Yes, but should it be Cat? Need it be? Wouldn't it be better if it wasn't?" "Lol," I typed turning to the chat room vernacular. "What, pray sir are you suggesting?" I asked in the mock, shock way we sometimes messed around as I undid the buttons on my blouse and pushed my boobs together with the silk between my hands and my skin. "Well, my naughty, randy Cat just one thing." "Yes and what can that be I wonder?" "Take your fucking trousers off," came up followed by "lol" "Well as you ask so diplomatically how could a girl refuse you?" With hands that were visibly shaking I slid them down and stepped out of them, keeping them close by, though, just in case Lucy came home unexpectedly. "Have you Cat? Have you taken them off for me?" "Yes Matt," I typed feeling very free, aroused and amazingly expectant, "are you naked?" "Yes darling, totally naked as you want me. Are you wet Cat?" he asked. "Yes Matt, are you hard?" "Yes, of course." "How hard?" "Very." "Are you as hard as you can be Matt?" "Yes Cat." "As hard as you would be if I was there? If I was there Matt dressed as I am here?" "How are you dressed now?" "My trackies are off Matt and my blouse is undone," I told him truthfully for the buttons had, somehow managed to slip open. "So you can see the thong now can you?" "Yes." "Is it wet, Cat, have I made you wet?" I ran my finger along the gusset, establishing that it was indeed very wet. At the same time, I sent lovely sensations through my entire body. "It's soaked Matt, you've made me very, very wet indeed." "And you've made me so hard Cat." As we both thought about such things there was no typing for a few moments. I saw the light on the window saying "Matt is typing a message." I wondered what was coming for we'd reached a seminal moment. A key time, a critical instant. We'd reached the time when either, we drifted on or, we cybered. Either we kept on talking about netfucking, or we netfucked. "Cat I want you so much." My heart leaped for he'd taken the plunge, made the decision and had asked the question for that was followed by. "Cat I want us to make love, can we darling, can we please?" "Right at this moment in time Matt, there is nothing in the world I would like more than that." "Really Cat, really?" "Yes Matt really, absolutely, totally. I want to make love to you here and now Matt, I want you to make me cum and I want to help you cum. So fuck me Matt, please fuck me right now" * That's really how it all started. That's how I "found my feet" on the net, well not my feet literally, but it is how I found out how to masturbate on there, how to make love on there and, yes, how to, in affect, fuck and be fucked on there. Matt and I did it frequently for a few weeks. It was as if once we'd done it we just couldn't get enough of each other, for a while; not that unlike lovers in real life who lust for each other, but don't really go emotionally further than that. Like couples who want sex, but little more from each other. And in any case the net's so transitory. Nothing's permanent. A long-term net relationship is often no more than a few weeks. As so often happens in a transitory world with a couple that have only sex in common, Matt and I didn't last. We made pretence that we weren't bored, that our "lovemaking" hadn't become predictable and that we still wanted each other badly. But it was all an act. We were like an office affair or a couple that meet, become very intense, have great sex and mistake that for there being something more in the relationship. For Christ's sake how can there be more with just a bloody screen and keyboard where one's only communication is typed words? So we had each other less and less frequently until we stopped. Sure, a few times over the next year or so we bumped into each other in chat or messenger. It wasn't awkward. We were both very grown up about it and chatted easily even jokingly hinting at doing something for old time's sake. We didn't though, but we did chat about our lives and lovers with him telling me that he and Fiona had parted. She'd caught him messing around on the net and had found his email password. She'd found many of the mails we'd exchanged and two to women that Matt had met. End of story as far as she was concerned! It was by no means the end of the story as far as my online affairs were concerned. If anything, after parting from my first real cyber lover, they became more complicated, active and frequent. I guess for a while I lost control. I can't count the number of men I "electronically" slept with over the next few months; I can only just about count the number of women. I went with older guys, younger ones, blacks, Indians and many other nationalities. It was daft and immoral, but most of the time it was harmless, enjoyable and sexually satisfying. Yes of course having sex with a computer is limited. Sure being made to cum merely by words, well to start with that was, reduces the scope of the sex and yes it was nowhere near as fulfilling as face to face, mouth to mouth and body to body real sex. But I didn't want that. That means involvement and that I didn't want or need. No, all I needed were, mainly, men with a modicum of intelligence, reasonable writing skills, a sense of adventure and a desire to cum; let's say 20% of the world's male population shall we and that was plenty enough for me! "You are one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen," I typed as I looked at Jason's cam. He'd contacted me and we'd chatted a bit before he asked if I'd like to see him on cam? These had recently, particularly in the US and the Far East become very popular, but as usual technological advances were taking their time in the UK. He was young, around 24 and lived in California. With his long blonde hair, tanned, muscular physique and tall, lean body he was the epitome of what Europeans think of as a typical Californian surfer or beach bum. The sort of young man that lots of ageing women would love to have rescue them from the sea, or even a puddle come to that! We'd chatted a couple of times with him telling me, not unexpectedly or unusually, how much he liked older women and asking my opinions on younger men. I was fairly non-committal, but not off-putting. After all, what's age got to do with fucking by words or shagging by telephone? I meant what I said when on the third time we met on messenger and he asked if I'd like to see his cam. I hesitated a bit not wishing to appear too keen but agreed. I gulped when after a short time my screen was filled with this gorgeous image. He was just wearing shorts; white, tight ones that set off the golden tan of his legs and his awesomely flat six pack to perfection. He really did look beautiful and I couldn't help saying so. "You look lovely Jason" "Thanks Cat, just as you do in your photos." "Thanks again, but why do you want to bother with a woman of my age Jason, there must be loads younger you could have?" He went on to tell me in quite outspoken terms that he found older woman far more open and amenable on line than younger ones. "Amenable?" I typed teasingly, feeling that familiar urge starting inside me. "Yes, amenable," he replied. "I'm sure you know what I mean Cat." Pleased that I'd met a young hunk that could use and understand such a word let alone start to debate it with me, I typed back. "And what do you mean by that Jason?" "I mean a woman that isn't offended by sexy chat and is open to flirting with me on here." "Hmmmm, I see, and you think that's me do you?" I watched fascinated with my heart starting to pound a little as he put his hand on his chest. His skin was a golden tan and he had well-developed muscles and thus defined breasts. His nipples stood out clearly, for his upper body, at least, was bald, probably shaved, I guessed. "Just guessing Cat, but yes I do," he typed as he let his hand slide slowly down his chest. "Am I wrong?" he asked. "Do tell me if I am and I'll stop," he went on his fingers slipping an inch or so inside the elasticised waist-band of his shorts. I didn't reply for two reasons. One, as always, despite the anonymity my social conditioning made it difficult for me to be open and upfront. Secondly I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to go on, I wanted to see more. I wanted him to do what I thought he was suggesting. Yes I wanted Jason to take his shorts off and show me his cock. His fingers fiddling with the waist band he asked. "Well Cat, do you want me to stop?" He had put the ball firmly me in my court. It was now my decision, my choice and my direction. There was no way out other than to play the game by his rules. Sometimes, I had found, guys just wanted to get naked almost irrespective of my wishes or, really even my participation. I called them flashers for it was the exposing of themselves to a woman that was the kick for them. With me that rarely worked. Even though this was unreal and was electronic some reality conventions applied, well they needed to for me. And one of those was that we were in it together so if he got his rocks off by flashing what was my role other than an observer. Jason, though, clearly wasn't like that, although it seemed he wasn't averse to revealing his gorgeous body. And why should he be for I guessed that to many women, I included at that moment, just seeing him in shorts was enough to dampen some knickers and make many nipples harden immediately. He obviously used this ploy as his come on, his suggestion and indication that he was available and as his seduction technique. And I'm sure it worked, for as his fingers slid just a little further into his shorts so I found one of my hands on my bare breast. "No Jason, I don't," I typed in a way that had I have been speaking would have been very quiet. "Are you sure?" he asked slipping the waist down a tad. "Yes, I'm sure." "You want to see me naked do you Cat?" "Yes Jason, yes I do," I replied my blouse falling to the floor so that I sat there also in just a pair of shorts. He had previously asked what I was swearing, so it wasn't too much of a surprise when he asked if I was still wearing the blouse. "No, I'm not." "So your breasts are bare are they?" he asked standing up from the bar stool and moving away from the cam so I got a pretty much full length view of him. Although I guessed he wouldn't be able to read my reply I told him they were. He was clearly experienced and, I thought, skilful at this for slowly, so very, very slowly he eased his shorts down his legs until the fell around his feet. He was already fully and wonderfully erect. And like the rest of him, his cock was glorious! I'm not much of a one to admire cheesecake. I don't usually look at hunks and gasp. Men's bodies, until I'm up against, them, don't often do that much to me; they rarely turn me on; make me want the man or make me want to be fucked by him. Jason changed all that. As he walked back and sat on the stool so that he could type and I could see him from mid-thigh to the top of his golden blonde head my sexual insides simply exploded and that's when I typed. "You are one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen," It was wonderful watching him masturbate. He did it with confidence and the assurance that he looked good. His eyes seemed to bore into mine via the cam as he got me to remove my shorts and panties. He asked me what I was doing and I could see an increase in the pace and vigour with which he was masturbating when I told him. "I'm pinching my nipples, I'm pulling them hard. I'm squeezing my breasts together into one big mass of titty flesh Jason. "Would you like this between them?" he asked pointing his cock right at the camera. "Yes, yes I would, would you like to fuck my breasts J, would you like to cum in my tits?" He wanked even harder, but managed to type, "what are you doing now"? Loving every minute of what I was seeing as this young man masturbated so freely in front of me I told him. "I'm pressing my clit Jason, rubbing all round, but not on it." "My fingers are running round my lips, in them along them, all round my pussy." Still pumping his erection he leaned forward and typed. "I'm near Cat, cum with me, put your fingers in." "Yes Jason, yes," I typed straightening my three middle fingers and holding my thumb on my little one. "I've got three fingers ready, three straight fingers Jason, they're near my pussy, they're ready Jason, ready for me , ready for you, they are you Jason, my fingers are your cock and they want me. Jason I've just shoved three fingers right up my cunt and I'm fucking myself. Cum with me, please, please cum with me." The sight of stream after stream of the whitish, gooey fluid spurting from his cock and splattering, firstly, on his thighs and then, as the pressure subsided, onto his stomach was all I needed. Squirming more firmly on my extended fingers I writhed the sensitivity of my vaginal innards against the surrogate cock until I joined Jason in a shudderingly satisfying mutual orgasm. * Could I do it? Should I? I pondered. I'd often masturbated as I spoke to my ex on the phone when he was away on one of his frequent business trips and twice I had done that when I had that brief, but amazingly invigorating, affair when my marriage was at a very low point. But to do it with a stranger, a cyberpal, someone I'd met on messenger, wow that was a whole new ball game wasn't it? Several men had asked. I'd always said no for my intent was to keep my distance from them. My web activities were kept in a sealed compartment of my life, to which there was only one key-holder, me. No one else knew I even went into messenger let alone what I did there and I had no intention of opening it up other than when I wanted to. Equally I wasn't prepared to go any further than I had so far. I was determined never to meet. Not just because of the dangers involved, but also because it made me feel cheap; as though I was using the net to pick up men. Odd wasn't it that I'd masturbate with them and could morally and emotionally handle that, yet the idea of meeting made me feel cheap? But then I'd always thought I wouldn't talk that much about sex; that I wouldn't tell men what I was wearing; wouldn't undress, bare myself or caress my body; wouldn't look at men on cam as they masturbated and certainly wouldn't say "You are one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen," as I gazed lustfully I suppose at a young man's naked and very rampant body. In the end I'd always given in, reconciling that as I'd gone this far...!! "Hi," I said quietly into my mobile. "Hello Cat, how are you?" I heard feeling relieved that it was clearly a female voice. Several times men had pretended to be women and had come onto me quite strongly. That was why I was relatively easily persuaded by Lin to chat on the phone. No matter how intimate we had chatted on the screen there was still that lingering doubt that she, or I come to that, could be a man. And so we'd agreed that before we did anything we'd talk on the phone, but with her being in California and me in London the eight hour time difference made it difficult. Several times one or the other of us had been forced to cancel at the last minute due to unforeseen circumstances such as my daughter being around or her older male lover, who it seemed treated her as almost a sex-slave, not going to work as he should "I'm fine and you?" It didn't take long for us to take things dramatically further. But then we'd almost been there before. Been there typing to each other and looking at the photos we had exchanged; photos that as we had got to know each other became more explicit, more graphic and quite frankly more horny. I had my "portfolio" taken by my ex and Lin had hers taken by her lover who was trying to get her some modelling assignments. So far it seemed all he'd managed to get her was some "erotic dancing" gigs, or as we call them in the UK strip jobs. I was undressed as we had planned. "Just that blue, silk robe you've seen in the photo Lin." "Mmmmmm and under it?" "Just me lol. And you Lin." "lol, I' m just me." "Well then." I said a bit tongue-tied. "Well then too," came back Nothing was said for a while as I looked at the innocent face and the lustful body, the childlike look and the womanly demeanour. She was truly beautiful, had a fabulous figure with the most perfect, small but rounded 33b breasts and long, long slender legs that even as I looked at them I could imagine being around my shoulders as I lay between them lapping at the marvellous source of her femininity. "Cat, I'm looking at your breasts imagining them in my mouth." "I want them there Lin as I want to be between what I'm looking at, your thighs. Open them for me darling." "Oh yes, yes," came quietly and throatily down the phone, "undo your robe darling and get those titties ready for me." I gladly shrugged it off. I wanted to bare myself for her, to be as naked as she was. "Yes Lin, I have, I'm naked and ready for you my love," I moaned. "I want you Cat; I want you now, make love to me, make love to me now, please fuck me darling." "Oh yes Lin, yes," I groaned both my hands cupping my breasts and caressing, squeezing and kneading them. "I want to fuck you, I want you to fuck me, make me cum Lin, make me cum" "I'm near Cat, I have my fingers up my cunt and I'm fucking myself as if it was you. What are you doing?" I told her about holding my breasts. "But now Cat you have to fuck yourself with your fingers and pretend they're mine." I wanted more than that and I'd planned for more than that. Why not? I knew what was going to happen with Lin today. I wanted sex with her as much as she wanted sex with me, or bringing reality into play, we both wanted sex with ourselves, for that was what it really was all about. That's what all my messing around on the net was about wasn't it? Modern masturbation; variations on a theme; bringing self-sex more alive, adding verve and flair to it, getting more from it. Wasn't that why I did it, why Lin, Matt and all the others I'd had and who'd had me did it? Didn't we all do it so we'd get more excitement from fucking ourselves? Virtual Sex "I will Lin, but not with my fingers." "What then Cat?" "I have my vibrator." "Oh yes, use that, use that to fuck yourself Cat." "Have you got one Lin?" "No Chuck won't let me," she replied. I didn't bother to ask why, but instead switched on the bright pink vibrator. "Oh darling," Lin moaned down the phone. "That sounds so good." "And it feels wonderful," I told her as I ran the vibrating tip round the lips of pussy returning time and time again, of course, to the base of my clitoris. That really is the most mega sensitive place for me. With the folds of pink, glistening skin pulled away the entire, fantastic stalk, that has only sexual pleasure giving as its reason for existence, is revealed and then my fingers, a lovers tongue or, as now, the tip of a throbbing vibrator can find the place where maybe my erotic paradise resides. I was too het up to last long. I'd wanted this for some time and had thought of little more than having Lin over the phone for the past week or so. Being naked, hearing her voice and her low moans and now having my "friend" doing its business on my special spot were all too much. "Oh Lin," I sighed holding the plastic against my clit and turning the power up a tad, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming." "Yes Cat, yes, yes, yes, so am, so am I." We both grunted, groaned, sighed and moaned our ways wordlessly, almost, to our climaxes. * Now and then I got very down about my net involvement. Not only was I, at times, spending hours a day on there, but also I was letting other things slip. I was rushing work, finding excuses to cut golf or avoid seeing friends and missing the gym. I was taking risks and breaking what I had thought were cardinal rules, particularly with regard to my daughter. I chatted while she was in the apartment, while she was in her room or the lounge, something I'd vowed not to do for fear of her catching me. But now it got worse, for occasionally I would get up after having gone to bed at the same time as her and log on again. Late night brings an entirely different animal onto messenger, a more predatory one, a more assumptive go for it one; men who wanted just one thing and that they made very clear. "Hi are you horny?" or "hi wanna see my dick?" Were far from uncommon greetings. Greetings that just months ago would have had me immediately closing down his window. Now, though, as an experienced and adventurous cyber groupie I'd sometimes type back a smartarse remark. "No, I'm Cat," or "why would I? Seen one seen 'em all?" Or things like that. They confused most, for as we all know many people on the net in messenger or chat rooms have the intellect of a cretin. But some came back with equally smart or even smarter remarks. And sometimes with those, often after as short a time as twenty minutes or so, I would break my cardinal rule. My vow never to do anything with my daughter there. But I did. I did things while she was there. Things like squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples and telling the guy what I was doing. And yes I'd cum with them. It was probably the day after such an event that would find me full of doubt, guilt, remorse and confusion. Why did I do it; what did I really get from it; why couldn't I seem to control it; where would it lead to? All these tormented me. I had answers to none of them, other than perhaps go and get laid, but that gave me even more emotional concerns so until after the divorce became final that was a definite "no no." So I reconciled myself to a few more months of self-sex aided and fully abetted by the wonder technology of the net. "So you reckon that I can hide the folders so that no one could find them?" I asked the guy I was chatting to on the net. "Sure it's easy; I'll explain it once you've gone through the install programme." He was right and he did. "So Cat, now you're installed and everything is hidden from prying teenage eyes do I get to celebrate as being the first night audience?" I smiled. "Well I suppose I owe you that and you do deserve it, showing me how to stop hide the folders with the cam software. Hold on." It took some time getting used to realising that everything I did was being watched by him but I slowly adjusted and after we'd chatted for half hour or so I began to relax and forget about the tiny camera transmitting my every look, glance and movement. Lots of guys had asked if I was going to get a cam and I had always said no. But there was something about the idea that appealed. I recalled the amazing feelings I got when Richard photographed me in my underwear, naked or undressing. The sensations I got when I touched myself as he was snapping away. How, after the initial nervousness of posing for him to photograph me in glamour shots to perk up our ailing marriage, I had begun to see the camera as a person and I started making love to it. I guess there's a latent exhibitionist in many of us and that had confirmed it for me. I had always thought there might be, but neither I nor Richard or the other lover I'd had exploited it. Sure, with the lover I had for a few months I had sex in dangerous places; cars, trains, in woods and on beaches, but nothing really significant. And of course in the real-sex starved situation I was in, where masturbation was my only relief from the pangs of frustration, any embellishment to my self sex process was welcome. I had accepted chatting, gone with exchanging steamy e-mails, taken on board looking at cams and had embraced voice sex. Having my own cam was the next logical and, in many ways, inevitable extension, wasn't it? "I know Cat, I know exactly how you feel" the very considerate American guy said as I gazed at him and as he gazed at me via the magic of the cams. Tom and I hadn't actually chatted that much, but we had exchanged emails for months. We had developed a complicated story about how I, a thirty five year old single woman living in the US, was seeking to lead a life that was to become more and more dedicated to the erotic, sexual experimentation and extending the boundaries of my sexuality. That had enabled us write the most graphic accounts of practically every imaginable sexual experience and encounter. It had been so exciting to write my parts then read his. He was wearing a dark blue silk dressing gown and was sitting on a bar stool at the bar of his den in his house just outside Chicago. His laptop was on the bar and I couldn't work out where he had fixed the cam for this was before inbuilt cams, but he had a remote control in his hand that enabled him to zoom in and out. That was good for I got close ups of his face and then full length shots where I saw that the folds of the gown had parted a bit and one of his long, slender legs was bared. He wasn't at all self-conscious and I guessed, though did not ask that he had done this many times before. Tom had the sort of sexual curiosity and confidence that his divorcee life-style would let him make full use of the latest technology and sexual opportunities. I had seen a photo of him and I knew that he was in his fifties, but I had forgotten what he looked like and so I was pleasantly surprised by his distinguished, ruggedly handsome demeanour and what looked to be a lean, fit, toned body. At least that is how he had described it and so far he was living up to his physical description. "You just watch me Cat and let me ask you what I'd like you to do. Is that ok?" "Yes, yes ok Tom, that's ok," I mumbled nervously into the microphone, getting my words mixed up a little. "And if you get uncomfortable at any time we'll stop, ok?" He knew this was my first time on cam. I had let him talk me into promising I would get one and that he would be my first cam lover. We had masturbated together a couple of times over the phone but this was new, well to me at least. We were going to watch each other masturbating as we imagined we were making love to each other. "So Cat why don't you slowly undo those buttons on your blouse that are just bursting to be opened?" Looking down I couldn't help smiling when I saw that the buttons on the crisp, white business blouse were indeed straining against the buttonholes. I had been running late all day. The mother that was supposed to take my daughter to school had called to say she was sick and that meant I had to drive the fifteen miles or so out into the suburbs and then back again with the late rush hour traffic: a one and a half hour round trip. That would usually have been no problem, but it was on a day when I had to go to an ad agency as opposed to working from home as was the norm. I was required to sit in on a pitch and I arrived in the agency in Soho barely in time for the pre-presentation briefing from the Account Director. But of course the day had gone pear shaped. By the time I was ready to go there wasn't time for shopping. I slipped into the white, lacy, very feminine underwear and pulled on the black hold-ups all provided by the client. As I did that my mind for some reason regurgitated Miles words about the female MD wanting me to model it for her. "Mmmm Cat," Tom said, "they're looking every bit as good for real as they do in the photos," he went on as the tops of my breasts were revealed. "Do they have to stop there Cat?" He asked moving on his stool so that the gown fell open a little more on his legs and gaped more at the lapels. He had a nice covering of hair on his tanned chest and legs and I thought, despite his age, he looked great. I began to get worked up. "No Tom they don't," I said glancing at the monitor on my cam as my fingers fumbled the remaining four buttons beneath my bust under undone. I pulled the tail of the blouse from the tight waistband of the skirt and went to remove it. "No Cat," he said quite sharply. "Leave it on a while." I shrugged never failing to be amazed by the vagaries of men where sex is concerned. Some like you to keep your panties on even as they fuck you, while some want to rip them off you. Others like the bra being kept on so they can pull your tits from it while others want it off quick. Yet another lot likes the girl to keep her clothes on and bunch them round her waist whilst some and I have to say they're becoming the minority, want you naked. We talked at some length about our correspondence and a few other things as at both sides of the Atlantic we sipped champagne as we had agreed, teatime for me breakfast for Tom. We both became nicely relaxed as Tom slowly let his gown slither open more and more. The lapels now gaped down to his waist and his legs were almost completely bare. There was no more than six inches of the robe down from his genitals. One shrug, one sudden movement, one overt action on his part and he would be bare. That excited me. He was raising the sexual temperature not just by how he was almost revealing himself but also by his remarks. "We'd be so good together Cat. We would make love all night. You me and Mary or Kath or Lisa Cat, or all of us at once," he said referring to the women we'd had threesomes with in our wild narratives. "I want you so much darling." He was priming me, arousing me, getting me ready and preparing me for what I had once told him I dreaded. "Slip the blouse off now Cat," he whispered between telling me at some length how wonderful my breasts were and casually taking hold of the tie round the waist of the robe. It was as though we were in the same room, well almost. I could look right into his eyes and feel his gaze boring into mine and roaming all over my body. "Hey Cat, my lovely wanton randy Cat," as I dropped the bloody troublemaking blouse on the floor. I heard Tom say, as if from afar. "What shall we do next Cat? The bra and see those gorgeous tits or the skirt and get nearer to your pussy?" That pulled me back to reality, well the reality of the fantasy of fucking via a cam that is. "I don't know," I said quietly suddenly feeling a little embarrassed in front of him my nipples very hard and almost bursting through the thin lace of the bra. He quickly got me back on track as he said croakily. "Let's do the bra darling? Let's get those gorgeous tits out so we can play with them? You do like playing with them don't you Cat?" he continued as I saw him starting to pull on the tie. "Don't you Cat? Don't you? You do like playing with those big titties don't you?" he went on demanding an answer as he undid the bow at his waist. I was transfixed. Aroused and intrigued I knew he'd got me. "Yes Tom yes I do." "Then my love, why not take that beautiful bra off and let me see your breasts?" Reaching behind I slipped the clasp undone and flicking my glance from the monitor to the screen I watched my breasts slowly being revealed at the same as which Tom let go of the undone tie of his robe. "Oh Cat they are fabulous," he sighed as he leaned forward getting closer to his screen presumably to get a better look at my boobs. "Oh yes, yes, yes," he went on moving back again and standing up. He was holding the robe together as he looked right into my eyes. He pulled the silk tightly across his body. "Oh God Tom," involuntarily slipped from my mouth as I saw the outline of his erection. He'd told me he was quite large, but the outline under the silk looked enormous. I dropped the bra onto the floor. "You like Cat?" he asked pulling the material even tighter. "Yes Tom, yes I do," I sighed as I watched so amazingly excited as slowly he let go of the robe. As if in slow motion the two sides fell apart so that standing proudly between them, surging its way right up the middle of his stomach all the way to his navel was his cock. His hard, thick cock. His warm throbbing, stunningly erect and obviously extremely ready cock. His eyes not leaving mine for a moment he shrugged the robe off and stood before me totally naked. He was comfortable with his nudity for he did a slow twirl before returning to the stool and climbing up onto it. "Ok Cat, do you approve?" "Oh yes Tom, yes, yes, yes I do," I gushed at last now feeling almost fully relaxed. He had been both considerate and clever in stripping first, but hey, who cares for I was now so up for this I could hardly wait. Whether it was my better or baser instinct that took over I don't know. But suddenly I wanted to impress him, thrill him, excite and tease him. I wanted to be naked, to touch myself and see him do the same. Yes, I was ready and I wanted to masturbate for him in front of my cam. As my hands found my breasts, which seemed so much heavier than normal, I wondered whether it was him or the camera. Whether it was my cyberlover or the lens that I wanted to fuck? I didn't know and quite frankly I couldn't give a damn so strong were the sensations of want flooding through me as I squirmed the orbs of flesh together. Tom was gazing at me, a slight smile on his face his fingers slowly running up and down the length of his erection as I stood up. I was now full of bravado, totally relaxed and confident. I stared at Tom. "I want you Tom, I want you now," I moaned as I started to gyrate in front of him my hands on my skirt. "Yes Cat," he grunted back his fingers excitingly slowly wrapping themselves round his length. "I want to have you, I want to fuck you Cat, Is that what you want me to do?" "Yes, yes it is Tom; I want to cum, I want you to make me cum." I knew I was now out of control, I was lost and I was well on way to doing anything and everything in front of Tom on my new cam. Was it for him, for me, for both of us or the camera I wondered as I slowly eased the tight skirt up and up my thighs? I was sort of dancing, certainly moving, somewhat like bumping and grinding I suppose. I was acting like and indeed I felt like a stripper as I slid the hem of the skirt up and up and up: past mid-thigh, over my stocking tops, across that thin patch of skin between them and my panties and then over my mound until it was bunched around my waist. As I was doing that my movements were causing my breasts to jiggle, I was occasionally squeezing and pressing my boobs and pinching my nipples. My head was rolling from side to side my unkempt, blonde hair, now long released from the clips needed at the presentation, was tumbling down over my shoulders with strands of it falling onto my breasts. "Yes Cat, yes, go, go for me," Tom was croaking as I saw that he had started to masturbate. When I'm aroused I adore seeing a man masturbate, well I might with some when not aroused come to that! It's something to do with seeing his hard cock pumping in and out of what is in effect a surrogate cunt, a makeshift cunt, a copy of my cunt, I suppose. But it's not just that wonderfully erotic sight that does it for me. It's the whole bit. His body, the straining of his muscles, the movement of his hand and, as much if not more than anything else, the look on his face. The deep staring of his eyes, the opened mouth, the dropping of his eyelids and the, almost, trance-like look that comes over him as his body commands his mind to lose control. The slow rhythmic pumping of his hand, up and down, up and down was so alluring and so enticing to me. It was also marvellously encouraging and it broke down any final inhibitions I may have had. "Oh God Tom that's fantastic," I moaned truthfully. "You like seeing me jack off do you Cat?" "Yes Tom, yes I do," I replied, still gyrating on the spot, one hand holding my skirt up showing my panties and the other kneading my aching breasts and nipples. "Cup it Cat, cup it for me?" "Cup what Tom?" I asked somewhat bemused, realising what he meant just as he said. "Your pussy, your mound, cup it for me." It felt perfect, the absolutely right thing to do for him and for me. I swayed on the spot my hand cupping my warm mound, my middle finger between my legs stretched right along the slit in my pussy. I thrust my tummy out towards him and pressed more firmly bending both that finger and another one so they found and rubbed right on my clit. It was very difficult doing what my mind and body so badly wanted me to do yet remaining within the focus of the cam. I'm sure Tom missed quite a lot before he advised me to stay still and suggested I sit in the big, black leather chair and focus my cam right on that. "Sit down Cat, take your time and let's cum together," he advised pushing his erection towards me as if inviting me to lick it, something I would so absolutely loved to have done. He shuffled forward a bit on the stool so that his legs were bent and both feet were on the floor. The wide angle, as he called it, lens enabled all of his body to be in the picture until he used the zoom thing which he did alternating between close ups of his face and his hand slowly and purposefully now pumping his glorious cock. I was lying back in the chair my legs spread out before me, wide open. Yes it was a lewd, sordid and very wanton pose. It was made more so by my boobs flopping to the sides, my fingers of one hand pinching the achingly erect nipples and my other hand now being inside those thin, diaphanous knickers. It was a very lewd, sordid and wanton position and that matched my mood perfectly. I felt wanton, I wanted to look lewd and act sordidly. After all what else can you call masturbating in front of a camera as you watch a man jerk off for you? "Take them off Cat, please take them off," I heard through the developing fogs of my impending climax. "What, what?" I moaned my fingers stroking, probing and pressing all round my soaked lips and clit. "Your panties, take your fucking knickers off for me Cat, I want to see you." It seemed the most relevant thing for him to ask and the most welcoming thing for me to do. I wanted to take them off, I wanted to take my knickers off for him, show him me, flaunt it at him as I made love to it and myself. Virtual Sex I struggled the tight, see-through, white lace panties that were now soaked, down my stockinged legs and dropped them on the floor. I felt so free and so available, so ready and so terribly wicked. I opened my legs even further seeing the image on the monitor of my pinkness all wet, smooth and open. Open for Tom, open for me, open for us and most importantly open for my main lover, that red light and intrusive lens. Yes wide open, free, available and ready to be fucked by my camera. "That's fantastic Cat," Tom breathed as his hand increased the speed of its pumping. I stroked my pussy, I caressed my breasts, I squeezed them and pulled and pinched my nipples. I stroked my thighs and ran my hand over my tummy right into where the skirt was still bunched around my waist. I touched myself everywhere that was sexually sensitive as I alternated between watching Tom masturbate harder and harder on my screen and seeing myself on my monitor. Seeing myself almost bare and laid out for self-sex; seeing my legs open in a position to receive a lover; seeing my hands and fingers providing the sensations I need for satisfaction, seeing myself enjoying myself and yes seeing myself starting to be fucked by myself. "Oh Tom, I'm starting," I groaned. "Good Cat, let it go, cum with me." I opened my eyes and saw that he was holding back for he was taking those long slow strokes that I had learned from Richard meant he was near but could go on like that for some time savouring those pre climax feelings. I knew he would see that I was starting, no not starting, but was cumming. He would see it for I could see it on the monitor. The camera was, purely by luck, perfectly positioned. It showed my legs from the knees up, my hands between them and the grimacing, pouting looks on my face. My head was now rolling from side to side, my chest was heaving as I struggled to breath and my breasts were wobbling and jiggling with the thrashing movements of my body. My hands and fingers were stroking and caressing my breasts and pinching and pulling my nipples. They were also doing other things; rubbing my clit, stroking my lips and lunging in and out of my pussy. We climaxed together. Me, in a roller coaster of feelings, sounds and sensations as wave after wave crashed over me. Tom, in an explosion of creamy goo shooting out of his cock and all over his tummy and thighs. My initiation into cam sex was over. Was it to be the first of many I wondered as I switched it off? * I was going too far. I knew that. I was out of control and something had to be done, but what? I had become an experienced and enthusiastic cyber junky and like most addicts I wanted more and more. I had tried all I knew; typing, then phone and latterly camming. I knew and dreaded the next step, which would be meeting. I had been asked many times, but so far had resisted. I knew, though, that the better I got to someone, the more I liked them and the more often we cybered on cam then the more likely there was for me to agree to meet for a no strings attached, although I did not believe that for one moment, coffee or drink. If I did meet and I liked the guy I knew that I would have sex with him; after all what was the difference between fucking him on cam than doing it for real. And if I did it once I would do it again and god knows where that might lead. To find out where that leads join me again soon and I will tell you all about it. Virtual Sexcapades: Session 01 "Please place your selection on the screen below." The recorded voice was feminine, and sounded a touch mechanical as it emanated from the audio box in the booth. Niki sighed and wondered if this was such a good idea, but now that she was already here it seemed silly to leave without at least giving it a try. Supposedly, this place was the newest fad in the age of sexual freedom. No commitment, no biological risk factors, and able to play out almost any fantasy. Glancing behind her, Niki wondered what it would feel like to slide her body into the gel contained in the small pool that took up most of the room in her booth. But before she could do that, she had to pick out what fantasy it would act out for her. Did she want sex with a hot celebrity? A robot or alien? Gang bang? Orgy? Some of the 'popular selections' scrolled across her screen in an effort to tantalize her into make a choice. Well, this was a place for fantasies, and she'd always wanted to try something a little...over the top. Niki finished keying in her performance selection and moved on to the characters. That was much simpler, and she ended up just using the pre-made ones since her fantasy wasn't about anyone in particular. Plus, some of those guys were downright hot. She was anticipating this now, wondering if it would live up to the hype and really 'feel like the real thing -- or better!' as they advertised. The screen asked for a confirmation, which she gave, and then it prompted her to follow the instructions displayed by the pool for how to enter the gel. First, she put on the slightly archaic looking helmet. It covered her nose and the back of her head completely and was totally dark inside until she clipped the last buckle. The final instructions played across the screen in the helmet as it displayed a digital view of the room she was still standing in. Visually, Niki was impressed. If she didn't feel the weight of the helmet on her shoulders, she wouldn't know that she was looking at a display. "Man they've really improved these things." Following the instructions, she removed the robe that was serving as her only piece of clothing, and inserted herself into the gel, helmet and all. The words, 'Thank you' appeared across her screen in a reassuring manner. Another recording sounded in her helmet. "Your selection will begin momentarily. This session has been pre-paid for one hour. Thank you for choosing Holo-Gel for your sexcapades." It went dark for a second, and then Niki gasped as she was greeted by an entirely real looking den, with a crackling fireplace and a bear-rug carpet. She looked down at herself and saw her own body (as she'd selected) dressed in what could only be described as very immodest underwear. The nipples of her B-cups were clearly visible through the thin, red fabric, as were the folds of her genitals. A light drape made from the same material was wrapped over her shoulders, but the temperature was perfectly comfortable for wearing even less. "Which should be sometime soon," Niki thought to herself as she started a tour of the room. She glanced over the shelves near the fireplace, curious as to what was on them. The room wasn't really decorated, besides the two key features she'd dismissed for the moment. And although she knew she was actually lying in that pool of gel in a slightly reclining position, the holo-view simulated her ability to walk very well. In a few strides, she was next to the shelves. Her eyes widened slightly as she took in the array of sex toys displayed across them. They ranged from several size dildos, to anal beads, a couple vibrators, and some more exotic items. "Would you be more comfortable starting with one of those? I wouldn't mind watching." Startled, Niki turned towards the source of the smooth, masculine voice and found one of the model's she'd viewed on the selection screen standing before her. He was naked, his bronze skin almost glowing faintly in the flicker of the firelight. "I..." she started, her eyes wandering over his body until she was staring at his cock. "..oh my..." The model smirked at her, and suddenly stepped closer. He reached out and wrapped one sculpted arm around her waist, forcing their bodies to come in contact. Niki gasped and tried to pull away, but he held her firmly in place. His other hand reached up to stroke her shoulder, as he leaned in and began lightly kissing her neck. No longer resisting, Niki gave herself to the virtual experience. She let go of the knowledge that this wasn't really happening and submerged herself in the fantasy, letting it become as real as the designers had made it. The model moved his lips to her mouth, and she tasted a husky scent as his tongue swept across her lips. Parting her lips slightly, she teased his tongue with hers and soon they were in a full kiss of pent up passion. He hadn't even touched any of her sensitive areas yet and already she was yearning for him. They had slowly migrated to the rug, and Niki found that it was just as soft as she'd imagined as he eased her down onto it. It enveloped them both in a sensual cocoon as she felt his hands begin to wander over her body. He touched everything lightly, passing over her breasts and down her stomach and across her thighs. Nothing lingered and she was starting to get impatient. As though he could read her thoughts, she suddenly felt her breasts being released from their meager confines. While he pulled the straps away and tossed the bra into the distance, Niki looked over his body once more. Now his manhood was fully aroused, and she gaped at the size of it. "I had no idea..." she breathed, breathless from their kissing. "Whatever you want, all you have to do is ask." His eyes sparked at her, and she knew he wasn't lying. "Take off my panties and lick my pussy." She couldn't believe she was actually saying that, but she was so turned on right now it was easy to let go of all her prohibitions. He smirked at her again. "With pleasure." After was seemed like an eternity while he ran his hands up from her ankles to the top of the thin red fabric, and an almost slower decent and he slid them down her legs, she was as naked as him. He kissed one thigh, then the other as he nestled himself between her legs and she relaxed herself back into the rug. Finally, he positioned his face over her feminine mound and tantalized her with a single flick of his tongue. It was incredible. She wanted this so badly, and he was so good. His tongue ran along her labia, never going inside, but teasing just so. Then he began flicking his tongue on her clit. Slowly, gently he started, increasing his pace at a frustratingly slow rate. But finally, he hit her stride. It was only a matter of time before... "Don't stop! I'm going to cum!" Keeping his pace even now, he rode it out with her. A few moments more was all it took, and she felt her orgasm shudder through her body. "Ohhh that was so good." But she didn't have any more breath to spare as she realized he hadn't stopped eating her pussy. Her mouth opened slightly as the sensations continued and brought her to the edge of another climax. "Again, mmmm, yes again..." As she was about to cum a second time, he parted the lips of her vagina with his fingers. She felt him push one, no two fingers into her, timing his in-out thrusts with the massaging of his tongue. "Oh!" Her body shuddered, and she felt her pussy clamp around his fingers as she came. Again, he didn't stop, and rode out her climax for an indeterminable amount of time. Finally it subsided, and he withdrew. "Would you like a moment?" he asked. "Mmm, no, I just want more," Niki replied, still trembling slightly from the back to back orgasms. "I think I'll join you this time." He ran his hands up the length of her body as he slid himself over her. When he was even with her breasts, he kissed the right nipple, then the left, and sucked on it slightly. She moaned in anticipation, and looked down as he positioned himself over her. His cock, easily the largest she'd seen, was positioned directly over her entrance. Niki swished her hips back and forth in anticipation. She was wetter than she ever remembered from his earlier ministrations, and she wanted that hard, big cock to fill the empty void between her legs. She felt him ease down slowly, and as the tip of his penis came in contact with her, she thrust her hips up at him to give him easier entrance. Waiting, she looked up at his face to see why he hadn't entered her yet, but as they locked eyes she didn't have to wait any longer. In one smooth motion, his cock plunged into her, filling her in a way no other man had. She lost coherent thought as he began thrusting in and out, seeming to hit all her most sensitive spots all at once. Again, she felt another orgasm build, but he slowed down before she reached the point of no return. Disappointed, she thrust herself into him to encourage him to finish, but at that moment she heard another voice. "I hope you don't mind us joining you." Startled, Niki dropped back flat onto the rug and twisted her head to look up over her shoulder. She saw a man and a woman standing a few feet away, playing with each other as they watched the events on the rug. Both were intensely attractive, and Niki found herself enjoying the idea that her fun was turning them on. "I don't mind at all..." At that moment, her partner began thrusting again in earnest. She turned her attention back to him, but found herself suddenly shy in front of their company. The orgasm that had been so close a moment ago retreated into the distance, and she wondered if this was such a good idea. "Let us help." She turned and saw the woman kneeling next to her. "It sometimes takes a woman's touch to really bring out the heights of a good climax." Before Niki could object, the woman was tracing a hand down her stomach and between her legs, just above where her partner continued his re-energized motions. Niki gasped as those delicate fingers came in contact with her clit, and she felt her orgasm returning as the woman massaged her most sensitive part. "Oh wow," she gasped, ignoring the thought that this was too naughty to enjoy. Another minute, and her body was wracked by the most intense orgasm yet. Her partner apparently climaxed at the same time, as he grunted into her and she felt his cock pulse as his hot load exploded deep in her pussy, sending new sensations of pleasure through her. He pulled out, panting from his efforts. But the woman continued lightly rubbing her clit, and Niki was finding herself getting more turned on and less satisfied. "Go ahead and take her, she's still aching for a man between her legs," the woman instructed her companion. "As you wish," came the reply as the second man kneeled down by her feet. "Wait, please," Niki pleaded. She didn't know what was going on with this couple, but it felt wrong to want this man. "I don't know if this -" "Don't be silly," said the woman, "Enjoy him. He's very good." "But -" "Take her from the back if she's going to protest so much." "What?!" Niki was startled as she found herself man-handled by the new man and her original partner into a position on her hands and knees. She momentarily tried to crawl away, but the three held her in place. "No, please..." Whack! She felt a slight stinging across her ass cheeks as they were slapped by one of the people. "Be a good girl, you'll enjoy this." Niki felt a hard cock line up with her pussy once again and struggled to move herself away. But her ass was pointed up into the air, and her arms were being held down on the rug. There was nothing she could do as the second man entered her, in a very hard thrust, and taking advantage of her prostrate position. "Please," Niki tried, but was greeted only by laughter. Where her original partner had been slow and steady, this man was hard and fast. He took her aggressively, shoving himself inside her with as much force as he could muster. His hands held her hips and drew her back to meet each thrust, and she felt her ass being pounded against his hips as he took her. Despite her protests, Niki found herself enjoying it. She was feeling slightly used, but it was getting her off to know that this man desired her enough to almost force her into fucking him. 'It must take a lot to get him off', she thought to herself, as he showed no inclination to let up. Niki felt fingers on her clit again, and cried out into the fur of the rug as she felt an orgasm explode out of her. Still, the man did not slow down, and she gasped as her orgasm rode out over several minutes. The fingers from her clit disappeared and she found herself looking around to find out what happened to her other partner and the woman. Her eyes were greeted by the sight of him eating out the other woman's pussy as he thrust the largest of the dildos on the shelves in and out of her. Imagining what that must feel like, Niki watched as the woman's eyes closed and a wordless "Oh!" sounded from her lips. Suddenly, the woman panted, "Harder, harder, oh, yes, like that! Oh!" Her orgasm must have been intense, since it caused her body to spasm and her back to arch against the floor. Niki couldn't help but be incredibly turned on and her body responded. "Don't get too comfortable, I'm not done with you yet," the man behind her said and, impossible as it seemed, his thrusts got rougher. Niki was feeling very used but very turned on as she climaxed around him, her pussy clenching and unclenched repeatedly as the pleasure rolled over her in waves. But he still wasn't done. "Let me have that dildo," he said to the other pair, who were now in a mirror position of Niki and her unexpected partner. The other woman tossed it to him and Niki found herself wondering what he was planning to do with it. In answer, he said, "I'm going to stick this in your pussy and fuck you with it until you fall over. Then, when you don't think you can come any more, I'm going to shove my cock in your ass-hole and get my friend there to stick his down your throat. While we do that, Ally will keep fucking you with this dildo. Your cum is going to flow down your legs, and onto my cock, and you're going to love how we filled up all your holes. And finally, when me and him are completely satisfied, we're going to let Ally eat you out. She loves eating pussies filled with cum, and you're going to be drenched." Gasping, Niki wondered what she got herself into, but at that moment the images froze, flickered, and disappeared. She wondered what was going on as she felt the helmet's auto release break its seal around her head. The lights in the booth were still dimmed to the same level they had been when she entered the pool, and she blinked in confusion. Then, she saw the blinking display across the room. "Session complete. Have a wonderful and satisfying day!"