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She had decided on a seductive tableau: long, black, wavy wig, smoky make-up, lacy black gown temporarily obscuring black bra and panties, as well as matching garter belt and stockings. He joined a half-dozen premium members watching as she twirled on his screen, the tip tokens ringing in. She shrugged the flowing garment off her shoulders and tossed it aside before he had a chance to contribute. This would not be a drawn-out session.The bra and panties were simple and sheer; the discs of her nipples and the outline of her vulva were plain to see as she settled onto her bed. Steel grey sheets compromised between her pale skin and the dark lingerie, evoking a black and white movie. She leaned forward to fill the screen, her hands pressing to increase the depth of her cleavage, her lips, parted and inviting. Her bright red lipstick and nails were all that defied the monochrome palette.His eyes followed those red spots as she leaned back and gave a tour of her body. He imagined kissing along that path: her cheek, neck, shoulder, breasts, chest, and belly. She raised her stockinged legs; the hint of her painted toes teased as her fingers traced her shapely calves and the swell of her thighs encased in the dark filmy material. She toyed with the garter straps, an anachronism that still had such a mysterious influence on libidos.His first tip was more than usual, saying “Bravo on the outfit and the mood!”With an array of options, she could be the cute co-ed, the stern mistress, the submissive slave, the blonde bimbo, or many more. Her screen name was Sybil, a reference to the famous woman with multiple personalities.“Thank you, Flyboy,” she cooed, recognizing him. She thanked all the tippers, but he heard only his own screen name. His cock pulsed as her voice sang in his ears and he loosened his pants to let it swell.He was a recreational pilot but spent a lot more time on commercial jets as his work took him around the world. His wife approved of this outlet while traveling. He couldn’t be effective in negotiations if he was horny (some used attractive women to put him off istanbul travesti guard), tense (some applied high-pressure tactics), or tired (some tried to sneak things into the fine print). This way avoided the risks of getting disappointed, infected, robbed, or worse if he patronized the local sex purveyors. Tomorrow, he would be focused, relaxed and well-rested.He began to remove his clothes as he watched her display herself. Some tippers requested a particular feature, angle or posture, and she obliged them. The tally grew to where her breasts would soon be unleashed. Her nipples began to poke out the thin fabric, and he yearned to see them. Unconsciously licking his lips, he tipped to push her over the threshold.“I think you guys are as horny as I am today,” she teased, seeing the milestone achieved sooner than she had expected.  Reaching behind her back to unhook her bra, she explained the large amount for the next goal. “I’m going to keep the garter and stockings on, so you only need to take off my panties after this.” She made a show of moving each strap off her arm, then covered both nipples with one hand when she finally raised the wisp of cloth over her head and flipped it away.He had removed all his clothes by that point, and his cock was growing. He rubbed himself as her nipples appeared and she played with her naked boobs. She pulled a dildo from under her pillow and made a show of licking it and taking it deep in her mouth. Leaning toward the camera, she placed it between her soft mounds, pressing them together so only the tip was visible.“You’d love for this to be your cock, wouldn’t you?” her seductive voice allowed no dissent. She manipulated her breasts against it, as she skillfully manipulated her growing audience. Approving tips rang in.Sybil’s natural breasts were soft and pliable. She pinched her nipples into half-moons and used them as handles, lifting and jiggling her rippling tits. He doubted that he could be so rough with such sweet flesh, but her gasp as she tugged them showed her excitement.“Ahhhh, yesss. Suck my nipples hard! I istanbul travestileri hope you are going to go all the way with me today,” her breathy voice was enticing but not demanding.With pursed lips, he tried to follow her instructions. He squirted some lube into his palm and stroked his shaft until it stood up straight, a tall shiny pole. He checked his screen to be sure he was ready for her as his eyes followed her every move. She reached down to her panties, stroking the material into her crack. Seeing the darker spot that her dampness made, he could wait no longer. He sent the tip amount that would get her to open his cam so she could watch him.“Looking good, Flyboy!” she exclaimed as she glanced at her screen. “I think you’re as turned on as I am.” He knew she could see him as he slowly pumped his rigid dick.She had been camming for a while before she met her husband. By the time they were serious, he knew about it and accepted it. The fact that she regularly helped and watched hundreds of guys jerk off hadn’t stopped him from proposing to her or her from marrying him. She had started as a camgirl to pay for her education. Working on a degree in computer networking, she took delight in knowing that she was becoming an expert in the technology that made it possible for a group of people scattered around the world to masturbate together! Security, routing, video streaming, digital rights management, software, servers, network nodes—she was learning it all.At that moment, she wasn’t thinking about technology. Nor was she counting her tips to calculate how many more sessions she would need to pay for the next semester’s tuition. Sure, she wanted them to tip more, and she knew how to put on a show to encourage them to do so. But she was turned on and wanted to satisfy herself as well as her viewers.It turned him on so much to know that she and she alone could see him as he jerked his cock. He knew her panties would be gone soon, and her fingers would delve into her sensitive folds. In his mind, her fingers would be his and his, hers, as they would drive travesti istanbul each other to ecstasy.He could have had her for his own, paying to take her private, but his wife would not like that; one-on-one seemed too close to an affair. Besides, when he imagined that it was his hand between her legs and Sybil’s hand wrapped around his cock, the idea of the others watching and jerking off to them would make it even more exciting.She slipped her hand inside her panties and let out a long moan. Her eyes were half-closed, and she seemed like she had forgotten where she was and was going to make herself climax. Her husband had been away for a week. Despite or because of her camming sessions, she was horny! Camgirls need love, too, she often reminded herself.“Okay,” she gasped when another tip rang in and she regained control of herself. She raised her damp fingers to her mouth and sucked them in turn as the bell chimed again.“I’m going to have an orgasm before you guys get horny enough to tip enough to take my panties off,” she complained with a laugh. “Rather than wait for that, I’m going to do a bukkake show!”He knew what that meant, and his cock twitched as more pre-cum oozed from the tip.“If I get at least five more of you to cam-to-cam, then I’ll do a countdown and we’ll all cum together,” she explained as she slipped her soaked panties down her legs.“Thank you, Ninja. Thank you, Pussyfan,” she said as two joined. She dangled her panties on her toes close to the camera, clearly showing how wet they were. With a well-practiced flick of her foot, she tossed them up and caught them. Holding the undergarment to her face, she sniffed deeply, and the two dozen premium members and dozens more lurkers all tried to imagine her aroma.Hugging her knees to her chest, she showed her pussy and asshole to the camera, drawing two more participants.“Nice cock, Bigdave. You too, Assman,” she said as she surveyed her screen. “Five wonderful penises that are going to ejaculate on my command.” Lowering and splaying her legs, she finally revealed her open cunt. “See how pink it is getting?” she observed, spreading herself with her fingers. Her inner lips were indeed flushed compared to the ivory skin of her hairless mound. Being totally shaved was popular and also made it easier to look appropriate when she became a blonde or a redhead.

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