Make a show to have them wanting you. It’s how you make money.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of my panties and lift my hips just enough to slip them over my ass and sit back down. I slide the lacy fabric down inch by inch, revealing my smooth, tan skin. Once they hit the floor, I kick them off, pressing my thighs close together, not wanting to show my pussy just yet.
I keep my eyes fixed on the camera, letting my viewers know my attention is fully only on them. As if it's just us, no one else watching. My fingers trail over my exposed skin, tracing slow, deliberate patterns. Placing my hand on the bed, I lean back slightly, still keeping my thighs firmly pressed together.
InkedAlpha: Come on bitch, quit teasing us.
HotHands69: Ignore the neanderthal, Bliss. Take your time. Give us a show.
RavenSin: Yeah baby, give us a show.
InkedAlpha: What a pussy. She’s a fucking cam girl. Her only job is to fucking get off on camera so we can do the same damn thing.
InkedAlpha has left.
HotHands69: Good riddance. Please continue, Bliss.
I let out a sigh of relief. Sometimes the comments are vulgar or downright disgusting. But being called a bitch, that’s never happened before. It takes everything in me to hold it together, to not break down and cut the live off right then and there.
SavageTouch: Open those legs for us, baby.
RoughPlayRay: You have me hard as a rock, Bliss; let’s come together.
I take a deep breath then reach over, moving the pillow to expose my toy for the first time, and pick it up, already waiting, already charged. Sleek and familiar in my hand, almost as if it’s an extension of me.
My thighs part, slow but bold, as I give them a grand reveal of my pussy. I lower my hand, slipping my fingers between my lips, spreading myself open, and baring everything for the camera; for my viewers watching from the other side of the screen.
“You don’t get to touch,” my voice is warm and thick with teasing as I keep my eyes locked on the screen, “but youdoget to watch.”
I press the vibrator between my thighs, knowing the show is about to begin. The toy hums to life in my hand, and the sound alone is enough to make the live chat erupt with hearts and desperate comments—I don’t need to read them. I can feel them. Their eyes, their hunger, the way they live for this version of me: confident, commanding, untouchable and yetsointimately close. Such a contrast to the person I am in real life. The shy, reserved woman.
I drag the tip of the toy up my inner thigh, not rushing, while the vibrations set my body on fire. I want them to beg for more,to squirm in their seats and forget how to breathe as they grip their cocks or rub their own pussies. Who knows? It’s possible some of the subscribers are women.
“You want it, don’t you?” I whisper. “Want to see me come apart for you?”
My free hand cups my breast, my fingers rolling lazily over my nipple as I move the vibrator higher, spreading my legs wider. It hits my clit and my body arches as I let out a soft, breathy moan—not forced, not fake.Real. That’s what keeps them obsessed. When I give them enough realness to keep them addicted so they keep coming back for more. Spending their money as I give them a show.
I keep moving the toy, biting on my bottom lip, my eyes never wavering from the screen. Every moan, every shiver, every flick of my wrist is for them—becauseof them. In a strange sort of way, I own each and every one of them without ever having to touch them.
“You’re not allowed to come,” I order them, my breath catching as I press the toy against my sweet spot, my legs trembling slightly. “Not until I say you can.”
The messages come quicker, but I’m so caught up in the moment, what my body’s feeling, that I can’t keep up with reading them. My orgasm is building; tonight it’s going to be real. Raw and overpowering.
I know they’re watching. That they’re losing their minds for me. That their orgasms are going to be for me. All mine.
And I love it.
My body tightens as my moans come faster, like confessions torn from my throat. I’m close, and I know it’s driving them wild—knowing that I’mright there, about to tip over the edge, and they’re powerless to do anything but watch.
“Say my name,” I gasp, my voice cracking with pleasure. “Flood the chat with it.”
Just like that, they do just as I say. Most likely with one hand.
SavageTouch: Bliss
RoughPlayRay: Bliss
BiteTheBoss:Bliss
