A Camgirls Obsession Ch 02

Note: This story is mainly about ass-licking. If this topic is not to your liking, please feel free to click on a different story. Also, there is a small non-consensual element in this story, if this is something you are uncomfortable with, feel free to read a different story.

It was late at night and Rachel couldn't sleep. She couldn't believe what she did today. The memories of herself reluctantly kissing and licking her roommate's ass on camera replayed over and over in her head.

"What was I thinking?" Rachel thought, her face red with embarrassment. She tried to lose that humiliating feeling, but couldn't get rid of it.

In the room next door, Tara also couldn't sleep, but for different reasons. She had a sly smile, thinking about today. The unexpected pleasure she had experienced during the stream sent shivers down her spine. She slid her wet fingers, between her thighs, thinking of the surprise that her roommate was. Tara's wicked mind raced with thoughts of her roommate kneeling before her, ready to please her again.

She wanted to feel it again... No, she had to feel it again. While Rachel wrestled with her guilt, Tara's desire only grew stronger. She vowed to herself that this wouldn't be the last time she felt Rachel's tongue on her ass.

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The next morning Tara walked into the kitchen wearing only a pair of black lace panties and a tiny grey tank top, showing off a lot more skin than usual. Rachel was sitting at the table and was no doubt staring at her nearly naked body.

Tara's smile widened as Rachel squirmed uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. Rachel looked away quickly, trying to focus on the coffee maker and the toaster--anything but Tara. She busied herself with her cup of coffee and breakfast cereal, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to distract herself.

"Morning, Rachel!" Tara chirped, her voice dripping with false innocence as she turned on the coffee machine.

"Coffee?" Tara asked, bending over the counter to reach for a mug, her ass in full view.

"M-Morning, Tara... Uh, no thanks. I already made my own," Rachel stammered, trying to look away from Tara's half naked body.

Rachel continued to focus on her cereal, not wanting to give Tara any attention right now. Just thinking about yesterday made her blush all over again. And Tara, in her semi naked form, made her think of nothing else.

Tara grabbed the mug of hot coffee and walked over to the kitchen table, not taking a seat across from Rachel, but instead hopping up onto the table, making other mugs and Rachel's cereal bowl rattle, spilling small puddles of milk. Rachel's face turned bright red, as she caught herself staring again. Tara's panty-clad ass was all she could see.

"You know, I've been thinking about that stream. About you and me. And I think I have a few ideas to shake things up," Tara said, sipping her coffee.

Rachel gazed at Tara, her eyes wide and uncertain. "I-I don't know, Tara. I'm really not comfortable with all of that stuff. It's just not me," she stuttered, looking away. Rachel did not expect Tara to be so upfront about this.

"Hmm... Are you sure? Yesterday went pretty good, don't you think? I have a feeling we could take this even further," Tara pouted.

"I-I'm p-pretty sure... That was just a one-time thing..." whispered Rachel.

"Hmm... If you say so... Alrighty, see you later," Tara said, jumping off the table and giving her roommate a good look at her ass.

As Tara walked out of the kitchen, Rachel let out a breath of relief. She was torn between feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself and feeling slightly annoyed at Tara for walking around half naked, showing off her ass.

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Later that day, Rachel locked herself in her room, trying to finish work for the university. She turned the pages of her textbooks and while her eyes followed the words written down, her brain didn't register a single word. All she could think about was Tara. She desperately tried to push yesterday's humiliation out of her head, but it kept clawing its way back to the surface.

"I need to focus. I need to finish these papers," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.

Despite her efforts, the images of Tara's ass kept coming back to her and she would feel ashamed again.

"What was I thinking?" Rachel groaned, covering her face with her hands.

She tried her best to concentrate on task ahead of her, typing away and trying to absorb information from her textbooks. However, the memory of yesterday's humiliating stream with Tara kept pushing into her thoughts, causing her fingers to stop typing.

The events of yesterday replayed over and over in Rachel's mind. Whenever she managed to atleast push those thoughts aside, the image of Tara from this morning--nonchalantly walking in, half naked and unbothered--kept coming back to haunt her.

Rachel rubbed her temples, struggling to focus. She couldn't get that night out of her head. Feeling too overwhelmed by everything that happened recently, she grabbed her laptop, shoved it into her bag, and stormed out of the room.

Tara was sitting on the couch and watched some silly videos on her iPad. She looked up and asked, "Where are you off to in such a hurry?"

"Library!" Rachel called back, her eyes avoiding Tara at all costs.

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Rachel glanced at the time--9 o'clock. The library would close soon. She shut her laptop and stuffed it back into her bag. She'd been there for almost 5 hours. Rachel finished her important work after just 2 hours, but she spent the remaining 3 hours scrolling through YouTube, trying to avoid thinking about Tara. The change of scenery really helped, every time she glanced at Tara or thought of her, the humiliating memories came back.

When she arrived home, she opened the door so slowly and carefully that it barely made a sound. She peeked into the living room and saw no sign of Tara. Rachel quietly slipped out of her shoes and tiptoed into her room.

Once inside, Rachel gently closed her bedroom door and exhaled in relief. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was earlier than her usual bedtime. Perfect. She could get some extra sleep and wake up before Tara, avoiding another encounter. Rachel pulled out her phone and set an alarm for 5:30 AM, so she would have plenty of time to slip out unnoticed.

The next morning, Rachel woke up way earlier, just as planned. She managed to keep her mind in check today and somewhat concentrate on her lectures, although some unpleasant memories kept sneaking back occasionally. The day ended quickly, and Rachel found herself standing in front of her flat. She turned the key again with such care that the door barely made a sound. She tiptoed through the flat, until she could hear the shower running.

"Great timing,"

Rachel thought to herself. She quickly went into the kitchen, prepared a pack of instant noodles and retreated with the bowl back into her room, opting not to eat in the kitchen.

After finishing her food, Rachel went to bed. She felt guilty for avoiding Tara, but it felt like she couldn't be near her right now. She closed her eyes and minutes later, just before she was about to fall asleep, she heard a knock on the door.

"Rachel? Rach, are you in there?" Tara's voice came through the door.

Rachel had no idea what to do. She didn't say a word. Instead, she threw the blanket over herself, closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Rach, I'm coming in now!" Tara said, opening the door.

Tara entered the room and stood by Rachel's bed, crossing her arms.

"Rach, it's 9 PM. There's no way you're already asleep."

Rachel slowly lifted the covers from her head until her eyes could peek out. For the first time in a while, she was seeing Tara again. Tara was wearing a black satin robe that ended just above her knees, along with some pink fluffy slippers. Rachel noticed that Tara was holding something in her hand that she couldn't quite identify.

"How come I barely see you? What's going on?" Tara asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Uh, university is kicking my ass right now. I'm either spending the day at the library or in lectures," Rachel whispered, trying to sound sleepy.

"University has been kicking your ass for a while. You can still at least greet me and say hello," Tara replied.

"Right, my bad," Rachel said with a guilty expression, no longer trying to sound sleepy.

"Whatever. Here." Tara threw something toward her, which landed on the bed.

Rachel looked down and saw a wad of cash.

"What's this?" Rachel asked, picking up the money.

"What do you think? It's your cut from the stream. Should be about $200. Feel free to count it."

"$200!? What?" Rachel shouted, gripping the money and counting several $10s and $20s.

Rachel kept staring at the money. Her initial shock faded and a hint of happiness showed on her face. But a few seconds later, her smile turned upside down.

"I can't take this," Rachel said, attempting to hand the money back.

"It's yours. What are you talking about?" Tara replied.

"It's, uhm, it doesn't feel right."

"I thought you needed the money, Rach?"

"I do, but... not like this. Maybe this was a bad idea afterall," Rachel whispered.

Tara shrugged, "Look, I don't care what you do with it, but it's yours. If you want to keep it, fine. If not, you can donate it or do whatever you want with it."

Rachel hesitated, still feeling conflicted. Tara yawned, then turned towards the door.

"Goodnight, Rachel. I'm going to bed," Tara said. "Do whatever you want with the money. It's your call."

Tara left the room, leaving Rachel alone with her thoughts and the bundle of cash next to her.

Rachel looked down at the cash on her bed, the faint smell of Tara's perfume coming up from it. Two hundred dollars. It was a small fortune, especially for a broke student like herself. But as she counted the bills again, her mind reminded her of how she earned it.

What else could I have done? she argued with herself, trying to justify it. I have to pay rent soon again and I'm barely scraping by. I have overdue tuition fees, food... it all adds up. And Tara was right, I do need the money.

Rachel thought back to the very first conversation they'd had a few months ago, when Tara had first proposed the idea. Rachel had been hesitant, appalled even, but Tara's had slowly worn her down.

"Come on, Rach, it's not like you're selling your soul or anything," said Tara. "You're just... entertaining people."

Rachel shook her head, feeling frustrated. "You don't understand Tara. I don't want to be known as some kind of... internet sex object."

Tara rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen. You're not going to become a porn star overnight or anything. We're just giving guys a small show and they're willing to pay for it. It's not that deep."

That was months ago and she somehow made it through, but now is different. She used up most of her savings and a lot of the bills are stacking on her desk. Rachel stood up and began pacing around her room nervously. She felt trapped, not knowing what to do. But thinking of all the overdue bills again, she knew she had to make a choice.

"I can do this," Rachel thought to herself. "I can do this and I can forget about it afterwards. Nobody will ever know."

As Rachel counted the bills again, her mind began to wander. Two hundred dollars was a good start, but it was just a drop in the ocean. She needed way more

If I could do this a few more times with Tara, I could pay off everything and maybe even save up for the next semester already. Maybe even save up for... myself?

She closed her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. Rachel thought briefly about quitting university altogether, abandoning her literature studies. She pictured herself returning home, leaving behind her dreams of becoming a writer. She could settle for a simple, boring life. Rachel started thinking about her future.

There was only one thing she could do.

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The next morning Rachel walked into the kitchen, yawning. She widened them slightly upon seeing Tara at the small kitchen table, sipping coffee in nothing but a black bra and a pair of high-waisted panties. The contrast between Tara's appearance and Rachel's was immense. Rachel's shorts were stained, her favorite t-shirt with a bunny logo had seen better days and her hair was tied up into a messy bun. Meanwhile, Tara looked like she had an appointment for a lingerie photoshoot.

"Hey Tara," Rachel mumbled.

Tara's eyes looked up from her phone for a brief moment, locking onto Rachel's before returning to the screen. "Morning, Rachel."

Rachel poured herself a cup of coffee and looked at Tara. Sometimes she had this effortless, sexy look. Rachel, on the other hand, looked like she had just rolled out of her bed- which, in fact, she had.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" Rachel asked, her voice hesitant.

Tara replied, still not looking up from her phone. "What's up?"

Rachel took a deep breath and tried to gather her courage. "I decided to use the money to pay some of the bills... I was wondering if I could... join you for another stream," she said, her voice shaky. "The $200 helped, but it's not nearly enough."

Tara looked at her phone for a few more moments before she finally put it down.

"Tomorrow evening, then," she said.

"A-Already?" Rachel replied.

Tara nodded. "Yeah, why not? I've got time then. It'll be fun."

Rachel stared at her in surprise, not expecting the next stream so fast.

"I-I uh... Alright," stammered Rachel.

"Then it's decided," Tara declared, standing up and adjusting her panties slightly. "I'll send you the details later," Tara said, heading out of the kitchen.

Rachel stared into her coffee mug, wondering if this was the right decision for her.

Was this really the best choice?

When she looked up, she saw Tara's ass swaying as she left the room. Tara couldn't suppress a small giggle as she made her way to her bedroom.

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Rachel looked at the professor scribbling something on a whiteboard. She struggled to concentrate, her mind was repeatedly wandering to Tara and the upcoming evening.

How could I be so stupid?

Rachel murmured to herself.

What was I thinking?

I must be desperate,

she reflected.

I must be really desperate to agree to this. Yup, I definitely am.

As the lecture ended, Rachel collected her things and headed back to the flat, her mind filled with doubt. The certainty she had felt before seemed to be slipping away, replaced by a growing anxiety.

I have to do this,

Rachel told herself, trying to muster up her courage.

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Rachel walked towards Tara's room, hesitantly. She looked at the clock on the wall, it was almost time. Today would be the second time she appeared on camera.

As she pushed open the door, her eyes were immediately greeted by Tara, who stood in front of a mirror, wearing a full turquoise colored lingerie set. The lingerie looked expensive and stunning. It had a matching garter belt that hugged her waist, with straps leading to some stockings. Rachel felt a bit of insecurity as she took in her roommate's appearance.

Tara barely noticed Rachel, she was too busy examining her own reflection in the mirror. Eventually she turned to Rachel and held up a black lingerie set next to the turquoise one she was already wearing.

"Which one do you think I should wear?" she asked.

Rachel hesitated, feeling unsure. "The green one... I-I think... it looks great," she stammered.

Tara looked at her with a slight smirk. "It's turquoise, not green," she said, setting the black set aside. "But if you think it looks great, that's what matters."

Tara nodded. "Good. I'll go with this one. Now, let's get you dressed."

She tossed a satin robe toward Rachel. "You can wear this."

"Just go without anything underneath," Tara said dismissively.

Rachel's hands were shaking as she slowly undressed. She'd promised herself she'd go through with this, but her body wasn't cooperating and the nerves were getting the better of her.

When she slipped into Tara's robe, the satin felt strange on her skin, smooth and very comforting. She wasn't familiar with a comfort like that.

The robe was a tad too big for her slim frame and the scent of Tara's own lavender perfume was deep within the robe. Rachel felt a bit awkward and out of place, like she was wrapped in something that was far too luxurious for her.

Tara sat down on the bed and gave Rachel a slow, appraising look. Her eyes traveling from Rachel's bare feet to the top of her head. She paused, focusing on Rachel's face with a stern look. Rachel's hair was unstyled and she had no makeup, she also looked just a little tired around the eyes. It wouldn't matter too much, Tara thought. Afterall, it wouldn't take too long, until Rachel's face was between her asscheeks.

Rachel sat down on Tara's bed and looked around the room, her eyes staring at Tara's laptop. Memories of their last stream flooded her mind again with embarrassment. She had been mortified when Tara told her to eat her ass out on camera. She wasn't sure, if she could do it again.

Rachel took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to approach Tara, who was busy applying lip gloss in front of the mirror.

"T-Tara?" Rachel whispered

Tara, seeing Rachel's unease through the mirror, turned to her with an impatient expression.

"What's wrong, Rachel? You're not getting cold feet on me, are you?"

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with... with what we did last time," Rachel stammered, her eyes looking down.

Tara's face got an irritated look, all of a sudden, almost annoyed by her roommate. "What's wrong with what we did last time? The viewers loved it and I loved it."

"I-I just think it was... it was too much... licking your ass... C-can we do something else... M-maybe something new?" Rachel whispered.

Tara rolled her eyes and flopped down beside Rachel on the bed. "Listen, Rachel," she said sharply.

"I'll give you a chance to try something new, something that makes you feel better. But," she added, her eyes full of intensity, "We're going to repeat exactly what we did last time. No debates, no arguments. It's happening and you're going to make it happen."

Rachel's face fell, her voice stumbling over the words. "B-but why do we have to do that again?"

"Because I say so. I expect this to bring in the most tips."

Rachel looked up into Tara's eyes and felt a shiver run down her spine. For a quick moment, she could have sworn she saw something predatory lurking in Tara's eyes, a glint of evil. But in an instant, Tara's face changed, softening into a caring, reassuring smile. Rachel wondered if she had imagined it or if her doubts were playing tricks on her.

"I will start the stream now, Rach. You better be ready," Tara announced excitedly.

Rachel took a deep breath and clutched the hem of her robe nervously. Her heart raced as she looked at their reflections on the screen.

Tara took one last look at herself and smiled before clicking

Start streaming

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As the viewer count climbed, Tara's eyes sparkled with excitement. She began to greet her fans, making her voice seductive.

"Hey, babes! Hope you're all ready for some fun!"

Rachel lifted her hand and did an awkward wave at the camera. "H-hey g-guys," she stammered, already feeling awkward and out of her element with the intro.

With the rising viewer count, the chat filled with more and more comments.

"Tara, you're so beautiful,"

typed one viewer.

"Jesus, Tara, you're so freaking hot,"

wrote another.

"I'd marry you right now."

Tara giggled with amusement. "Buy me a ring and we'll see where it goes."