She sat alone in her room in Halls, hands clasped together between her legs, slightly chewing on her bottom lip in trepidation at what had been arranged and wondering, deep in the pit of her stomach, whether it had been such a good idea after all.
She was dressed exactly as discussed with her boyfriend the night before; a loose fitting white blouse with a tight to mid-thigh black skirt over a red lacy bra and pantie set with sheer black hold ups and her favourite glossy, red, five inch heels. The panties were so lacy thin that she knew when he got here he would be able to see that she had waxed her tight little pussy until it was totally smooth. Everything was set up and just waiting to be activated, she had played around with the webcam on her new laptop and had got it perfectly positioned so that it showed about half the bed and the space just in front, you could just make out the top of her armchair in the corner of the shot, she hoped if all went well that would be used later.
She jumped slightly as her laptop pinged and just for a minute she wondered what it was, finally it registered that the ping was the sign that somebody had activated her webcam broadcast. Her 'guest' had explained to her and her boyfriend how to set up the broadcast so it would be entirely private and only those people with the password would be able to view what happened.
Her boyfriend had been apprehensive about having other people viewing but he relented after she had explained how horny it made her just thinking about it and she agreed to limit the numbers to only a few; she had made arrangements with a married couple, 2 single men, one around her age and one in his early forties and a single young lady that she hoped she would get to meet one day; they were all people she had chatted with over the last few months and had built up quite a rapport with.
The first ping was quickly joined by four more in rapid succession and her heart begin to pound knowing that these people were now sat in their homes watching her on cam right at this minute, she began to feel the first stirrings of arousal deep in her pussy and a slight flush reached her cheeks as she sat up slightly straighter, her breasts swelling slightly to plump out the already deliberately tight blouse.
She caught the sound of footsteps approaching down the hall and caught her breath slightly, knowing if he was on time then this could be him. The steps stopped, yes they were definitely outside her door, then there was a light tap-tap, it seemed daft to her but they sounded firm and respectful without being overly harsh or rude and she hoped that was a good sign as, while she had selected the viewers, the meeting had been set up entirely by her boyfriend. She stood, straightened her skirt and after a glance in the direction of the cam she approached and opened the door.
A man in his early to mid-forties stood before her, he was dressed in smart black trousers, shoes and was wearing a neatly pressed shirt open at the collar. While no gym freak he was of average build with a slight middle aged spread showing and a short cropped haircut with a small neatly trimmed goatee. He looked presentable and had kind eyes so she wasn't surprised at the flutter in her stomach as he reached for her hand, lifted it to his lips, and after kissing the top of her hand lightly said, 'Good afternoon Cutie I believe you were expecting me?'
She blushed slightly at the obviously dated flirting but also found it very flattering and such a change.
'Yes,' she murmured, 'Please come in and take a seat.'
She noticed that as he strode into her room he completely ignored the chair and went to sit on the end of the bed, he glanced around the room and scanned the location of the laptop and the positioning.
She closed and locked the door, after all she wouldn't want one of her university friends to accidently walk in on her now, and stepped into the room; her natural position in front of him meaning the viewers could now see them both perfectly framed in shot exactly as she had intended.
She met his eyes as he sat there, legs crossed, arms resting lightly on his knee; she thought he seemed to be leaning forward expectantly. He cleared his throat slightly and said, 'I understand you only want to be addressed as Cutie is that correct?'
'Yes,' she said, feeling braver and staring intently into those grey flashed eyes.
Staring intently he asked, 'You understand what we are here for and that this is entirely with your agreement and consent?'
Again, 'Yes,' slipped easily from her lips but she could still feel the butterflies in her stomach and the fingers of her hands, clasped in front of her, were flicking in nervous excitement; as she realised that was exactly what he was looking at she unclasped them and held them at her sides.
He reached into his pocket and withdrew his keys, some loose change and his wallet, he took a clip of notes out of his wallet and reached back to place everything else on the pillow of her bed. Glancing up he uttered, 'In this clip I have twenty five pounds in five pound notes and a further seventy five pounds, as arranged I will take a five pound note and place it on the bed beside me for every item of clothing you remove, do you agree Cutie?'
'Yes,' she breathed, amazed that at simply hearing the statement she had involuntarily stepped forward slightly and parted her legs, she couldn't believe that there was already a slightly damp feeling in her panties.
A smile spread across his face as she stepped forward, 'When you have stripped for me you will come forward and undress me, you will then perform oral sex for me before I will consent to making love to you as agreed. At any time during the proceedings should you wish things to stop then your safe word will be 'CATHEDRAL' you may begin whenever you are ready.'
She was nervous and had never done anything remotely like this before in her life but remembered that one time before leaving for university when she had stripped for her boyfriend, she mentally slid back to that moment. She closed her eyes and began to slowly gyrate her hips; she could feel the action slowly begin to raise the skirt up her hips, as she gyrated one way she slightly bent her hips causing the skirt to rise a little higher.
Risking a little peek she could see him watching her avidly, the clip of notes circling in his hand.
Feeling braver she kicked off her heels and opened her eyes fully realising she was going to have to be able to see to do this. She sauntered towards him, stopping halfway to spin around; she bent over to place her shoes together and knew that this gave him a glance of her firm pert ass and the black stocking tops on her creamy white thighs. She turned back around and raised a leg, resting the foot on the side of the bed next to him, she slid her hand slowly, sensuously up her calves, tracing the curves, feeling the heat build in her pussy as her hands wandered up her thigh, she hooked her fingers inside the top of her stocking and slowly peeled it down over her leg, revealing her alabaster curves in all their glory.
Engrossed in her own performance she is surprised by the rustling sound, then realises he has unfolded one of the fivers but hasn't placed it on the bed. Smiling at him she carefully repeats the performance for him, her eyes never leaving his as she removes the other stocking.
'Thank you,' he says, and places the fiver on the bed.
Making a move to step back he stops her with a look and says, 'Put the heels back on Cutie.'
She doesn't mind this as she thinks her legs and ass look absolutely stunning when she is in heels so she slips them back on and moves to the centre of the room. She is truly aroused now, she can feel her juices seeping out of her and soaking into her panties. She begins to sway and dance again in the room, spinning round on the spot, bending her knees now and then to give the viewers a good view, she reaches up and slowly begins to unbutton her blouse, her back to the camera but offset so he can see her from the side she slips her blouse over her shoulders and gives a little shimmy causing it to fall off her arms and hang down over her skirt.
Head shaking and with a disappointed, yet humorous, tone he says, 'Tut-tut Cutie, you don't get a fiver for that one, you're still wearing it!'
She would take offence but she can hear the humour in his voice and knows he is messing with her slightly so she mutters, '2 for 1 kind Sir?'
Laughing he replies, 'Yes, I think a 2 for 1 offer could do it.'
She backs towards him, ensuring the viewers on cam can see her gloriously smooth belly and perfectly framed breasts as she raises the blouse and glances over her shoulder at him.
Taking the hint he reaches forward with one hand and slowly unzips the back of her skirt.
Running through her mind is, 'Oh my god, I am stripping and being undressed by a total stranger in my university room and there are people watching!'
She is staring into his eyes and knows he feels it as her body shudders slightly under his gentle touch as her first small orgasm causes her to moan against all her wishes, it sounds almost like the purr of a truly satisfied cat.
Smiling he pats her firmly on her shapely rump and gives her a little push back into the centre of the room.
She has almost completely forgotten now about the watchers, all she wants to do is satisfy this rising urge in her to do this, she understands that she has wanted something like this for so long and never realised, the surrender of control without all the perceived horrors she associated with domination.
She turns to face him and Him alone. '
Did she just capitalise that in her mind?
' My god she did, and another tremble of excitement flashed through her body.
