Jen liked her work as a cam girl. While most of her time was spent creating content to post on her page, she did enjoy the times when she got to perform live for her subscribers, when they could interact with her in real time, guiding her to do the naughtiest things. She imagined the men, women, and non-binary people who watched to be touching themselves, getting off on how she got off. Many of her own sexual needs were met during these sessions, especially when the viewers tipped enough to have her seductively strip out of her skimpy clothes and fuck herself with the ample supply of vibrators and dildos she kept at the ready for these live sessions. She thought how hot it would be to have them there in person, doing things to her she always fantasized about while she fulfilled their fantasies. While she did still long for the real thing, the toys at least filled a need, if not at least a hole.
As she prepared herself for her next live session, Jen took several hits from the bong next to her "performance" bed. The weed she got was a gift from a friend of a friend (of a friend), and it seemed a bit more powerful than usual. But she liked performing with a buzz as it heightened her senses and made her less inhibited, which also pleased her viewers. Already feeling the effects, she dressed in lingerie that accentuated her big breasts while also exposing her beautiful ass. It was also easily removable and gave her a myriad of options for undressing - part of the tease that made a live session so enjoyable for her subscribers and for her. Sitting on the bed with a nightstand full of toys beside her, she turned on the live session and waited for subscribers to log on.
It didn't take long for the first subscribers to get there (she had advertised it well in advance), and most of the usual suspects' avatars began to appear on her screen: Stroker - a well-endowed 20-something who liked to describe what he was doing as she performed (to Jen's great delight); Ava - a mature woman with big, natural tits, like Jen's, and a filthy mind; and Fred - a mysterious older gentleman who described his looks as a "silver fox" and who tipped well but kept mostly quiet. More avatars began to appear in the chat, pleasing Jen to see such a good turnout so early in the session. Reaching off camera, Jen took another hit on the bong, making her head swirl a bit more. She closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure, and when she opened her eyes she could have sworn she saw a hand reach out of the computer screen. But it had to be the effects of the pot, right?
Jen shook her head and decided it was just a hallucination brought on by the pot... and maybe a bit by her horniness. Doing a live show always got her turned on, so that must be it. She began to talk with her viewers, saying "Hi!" and welcoming them to the cam show. She was really horny, so she hoped the tips would keep coming in and allow her to reveal more of herself and play with the toys she had at the ready. It took a few minutes, but a good crowd had gathered, and there were a few of the regulars who started to tip... not huge amounts but enough to get things going (and get Jen going). $5 got her to lower her top off her massive breasts, exposing her large areolas and hard nipples that had already been poking through the thin fabric; $15 and she peeled her panties to the side and showed her shaved pussy, already wet and tingling with excitement. Another $10 tip and the fan asked her to take a bong hit on camera, which she gladly did. The buzz felt stronger than ever, and Jen thought to herself, "This is some really good shit!"
She hoped they would soon hit her first goal of $100 total so she could fuck herself with one of her many toys, giving her some relief from the desire that was building inside her.
"C'mon guys and gals!" she encouraged them, seductively running her fingers over the outline of her large, hard nipples and her pussy lips through the cloth that covered them both. "I really need to play!"
And then it happened. Fred tipped $100.
"Yay!" Jen thought. "I get to fuck myself good for one of my favorite fans." Reaching toward the table beside her, Jen smiled and devilish smile and asked, "Which toy, Fred?"
The typed answer on her screen left her a little puzzled. "Presence."
"Presence?" Jen asked back quizzically. "Do you mean presents?" thinking Fred had wanted her to use one of the toys she had been gifted (she was amazed at how generous and how discerning they were in the high-quality toys they bought for her).
"No, PRESENCE," Fred typed emphatically.
But Jen still did not quite understand. She blinked her eyes at the screen, and when she opened them, there was Fred standing right beside her, clad in just the black t-shirt and underwear she had pictured him in. He was indeed a silver fox, nearly 6 feet tall and a pretty trim guy, considering he always described himself as having a dad-bod. But she liked his looks: short-cropped grey hair that glistened silvery on the sides of his head. A kind face with just a hint of tanning and wrinkles, most likely derived from his frequent fishing trips he described for Jen during their "regular" chats.
She believed him that he was 50, but she also thought without the grey hair, he could easily pass for late 30s at the most. At first startled by his presence right there, Jen couldn't take her eyes off of him, lustfully looking at the large bulge in the front of his boxer-briefs. She couldn't resist reaching out to run her fingers along the outlines of his manhood, so many times a fantasy in Jen's mind when she masturbated during their sexting sessions and what she imagined was his rock hard cock during those same sessions. Reaching up to grasp the waist band, Jen pulled down his shorts and was not disappointed in what she saw: Fred's rock hard member, about 6 inches long but more girthy than normal for its length (which, for the record, was the length Jen actually found ideal).
Looking up at the face Jen had only imagined before, she wrapped one hand around the cock and delighted at how it felt in her hand: thick, strong, and on full display as Fred had taken careful care to shave his balls and taint but left a short, thick patch of dark her above his tool. She loved feeling the veins and thought how wonderful it would be to feel it filling her up (much better than any silicone toy). She brought her mouth close and stuck out her tongue to me.et the massive head, swirling it around the end of his phallus, worshipping it with her mouth.
Just as Jen started to make her way down the thick shaft, she heard the distinctive ding of another tip. It was another $100, and a viewer demanding "presence." Stroker stepped into the scene - already fully naked - and presented Jen with another cock for her enjoyment, this time closer to 10 inches and just slimmer than Fred's. She loved seeing them both in real life, as she had fantasized once if these two regulars had fucked her together. Working hard to make sure she gave them plenty of attention, Jen worked her way between these two magnificent cocks, sucking one while she stroked the other and switching off between them. She lowered her top and kept it down so they could admire her massive tits and loved the soft moans coming from each man as her mouth and hands worked their magic.
Ding. Another $100, and another asking for presence. Ding. $100 more. Ding. Another $100, and this time Paolo - an Italian probably in his 30s popped into her room. Dark hair and dark eyes, Jen admired his chiseled chest as he stepped forward to present his own thick cock... not quite as big as Stroker but thicker than Fred's. Jen worked as hard as she could to pleasure the five studs who had appeared out of nowhere but were very present in their attention to her. The ones she couldn't suck and stroke while she took care of the ones she could, stroked their own hard cocks and patiently waited their turns. While she sat back on the bed a little, Stroker approached her face with his large dong. Knowing she couldn't take it all at once, Jen did her best to service the half of this massive cock with her mouth. While she kissed and sucked and swirled her tongue over the tip, she noticed Fred had made his way to the floor and had placed his hands on the waist bands of her thong. He nodded, which Jen immediately saw as him asking to peel off the thong, which she readily nodded her agreement, as talking with a mouth full of dick just wouldn't work.
As Fred slid her panties down and off of her and started to lick her bare pussy, Jen heard the distinctive signal once again. Ding. Another $100. And this time, into her world stepped a new subscriber to Jen's web cam page: Jenthered. She was a beautiful woman of about 5'3" and very large breasted, bigger than Jen's own massive tits. Her skin was alabaster, and her large, light pink areolas surrounded their own hard nipples, poking out from behind the sheer negligee Jenthered wore that covered her hour-glass figure.
Jenthered's long red hair cascaded down her back and the sheer panties of the negligee revealed a neatly trimmed red bush (a REAL redhead! Jen thought excitedly) set above a cleanly waxed set of pussy lips, puffy and also revealing Jenthered's own turned on state. Jen felt her heart race as this gorgeous woman approached her... maybe it was Fred's fantastic skills of eating her out; maybe it was the glorious taste of Stroker's cock in her mouth; maybe it was the sight of other men waiting their turn with her; and of course, maybe it was the thought of this redheaded goddess fucking her... whatever the source, Jen had never felt so turned on before and started to cum.
"Ohhh! Fuck! Yes!" she hissed, letting the huge cock fall out of her mouth for just a second, as Fred flicked her quivering clit and lapped up the juices that flowed from deep within her. She moaned even louder as Jenthered approached her, thinking about what new pleasures a woman would bring her. "OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
