A Relationship with the Web: Stranger Online

My heart was racing like a wild animal, and I couldn’t help but wonder if this was good for my health. Even though I felt amazing, like I was on top of the world. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart slide back down my throat and into my chest. I instinctively pushed out, straightening my back, and took a deep breath. The page was loading, and I could see my screen name at the top of the chat room. Suddenly, I became aware of how I looked, and I checked myself out from head to toe.

I was wearing bare feet, no socks, and my tight black pants were wrapped around my ankles. They were still in good shape, I thought, running my hands up the sides of my thighs. I felt a thrill of excitement as I dug my nails in lightly, and my body responded. I let out a light moan, still charged up from my earlier orgasm. I looked up quickly, remembering that I had the web cam on.

The red light was on, and the room had loaded. “2 users are currently viewing your room,” it said above the chat section. I clicked to see who they were, one of them was me, and the other had a screen name like “bigstudmike” or something. I giggled and blinked before the screen refreshed, now saying “12 users are currently viewing your room.” I was in shock. There were already that many people watching me?

Goosebumps took over my arms, and I felt a chill run over them. I was nervous as hell, but it felt so naughty, so awesome at the same time. The chat box was filled with action, people saying hello and how beautiful they thought my body was. Some people were talking to each other, friends from other rooms on the site.

I thought I should probably say hello, typing quickly, and was hit with a bunch of responding “hello’s.” I actually found myself chatting with a few guys who seemed rather normal. They filled me in on a few things, like how to handle the weirdos and get tips. A couple of them even sent me private messages and gave me advice on how to get more tips.

Before too long, I’d made around $75, and I still had my shirt on. Everyone was begging me to take it off, but I told them I needed $25 more. Instantly, I was tipped by four different guys and made $100 more! I couldn’t help but grin, feeling my pussy get soaking wet.

I reached down and thought I better not tease them any longer, pulling my shirt up over my head, letting my big tits bounce free for everyone to see. I put my arm over my nipples and held my chest tightly, getting a chorus of displeasure from the room. A few more tips rolled in, and I started to play with my nipples, using both hands to cup and squeeze my breasts.

I didn’t even have to ask for more tips as I kept playing with myself, they just kept coming. I kept grinding my ass in circles down on the chair, my hips having a mind of their own. It must have been noticeable, because everyone was raving about how my body moved.

I tilted the camera down a little lower and stood up, turning around and giving my ass a wiggle. I bit my finger and bent over, giving everyone a perfect view of my backside as the black yoga pants I had on stretched over it. I reached back and smacked my butt gently, playing it up for everyone. Ding, ding, ding… tip after tip rang through as I moved my body.

Pushing my fingers into the waist band, I slowly moved my pants down over my ass, exposing the top of my crack and then all the way down until the material was clinging to my pussy lips from how wet I was. Once I got them down, I kicked them off and bent back over, now completely nude for everyone to take in.

My mind, body, and soul were all on fire. I couldn’t fight it, I was a natural, and I loved every second of it. Then, as I was about to turn around and give everyone a view of the front, I heard Peter’s door click open and his feet pad across the hall to the bathroom, shutting the door.

“Fuck,” I thought to myself, “Maybe I should stop.” But I couldn’t, I was too far gone. I sat back down quickly, giving the room only a brief glimpse of my puffy little pussy. Of course, they started to whine about it and begged for me to show them how wet I was.

I was breathing hard, my skin was damp with sweat, and I felt my legs sticking to the chair. Getting brave, I told them I’d show them and even cum for them if I got enough tips. Immediately, the screen filled with money, and I almost burst out laughing. The tips of my fingers walked their way down to my clit, which was throbbing so hard I had to bypass it.

Slipping a finger into my hot little hole, I gasped at how good it felt, squeezing the arm of the chair with my other hand. I couldn’t resist it any more and slid another finger deep inside myself, fucking my pussy slowly over and over and over. I heard the bathroom door open again, and Peter walking down the hall. I hoped he wasn’t going to come looking for me, I didn’t think I could stop now.

I could feel my orgasm build and couldn’t hear anything other than the wet sounds coming from between my legs as I pushed my fingers in deeper and deeper. Using my other hand, I rubbed over my little clit, feeling the pulse of my heart as it throbbed and ached to be touched. I rubbed in gentle little circles, matching the rhythm of my fingers as they slid in and out of my hole.

I was so close, so fucking close. Everything faded away until it was just me, floating on cloud nine. My naked body started convulsing, my legs trying to force themselves closed as I bucked against my fingers. I turned my head into my shoulder and moaned hard, feeling myself let go, cumming so damn hard and long that I didn’t think it would ever end.

The world was spinning as I tried to catch my breath again. Slowly taking my legs down from the desk, I felt like I had just blacked out. The screen was a blur, hundreds of messages scrolling up the chat box, filled with tips and compliments. I couldn’t even make out what half of the people were saying, but somehow managed to type that I needed a shower and would be back another time, thanking everyone for their tips.

The little tip counter at the bottom of the screen was now flashing – “You made $415!” I was in complete shock again. Scrolling back through the chat, I saw that there were plenty of large tips, but also that there were some interesting comments. “WOW, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen on this site!!” “You didn’t tell us you were a squirter baby, damn!!”

My eyes almost popped out of my skull, “a squirter”? What the hell did that mean? As I thought about it for a second, I again realized my feet were in another puddle of my cum on the floor. Not only that, but there was some on the desk too! I stood up and stepped to the side, seeing that the chair was just covered in my own cum and pretty much surrounded by it on the floor.

There was cum everywhere, and I knew right then that that was the hardest and best orgasm I’d ever given myself. I just stood there and felt my face get really red, to the point where my cheeks almost hurt.

As I stood there, the evidence of my secret desire threatening to be discovered, I felt a rush of panic wash over me. I hastily grabbed the towel, trying to absorb as much of the evidence as possible.

I frantically wiped down the chair and desk, my eyes darting towards Peter’s door, wondering if he had stumbled upon me. I scrubbed the floor with renewed energy, knowing I needed another towel to cover my tracks.

“Shh, be quiet,” I whispered to myself, holding my breath as I peeked out into the hallway. Peter’s door was still shut, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I tiptoed up the stairs, trying not to make a sound, and threw the wet towel into my bathroom, grabbing a fresh one. I crept back down, my heart still racing, and slipped into the office, closing the computer and erasing any digital evidence.

I made my way back up to my room, feeling a mix of emotions: relief, guilt, and a hint of excitement. I collapsed onto my bed, letting out a deep sigh, and closed my eyes, a smile spreading across my face.

“This is it,” I whispered to myself, feeling a sense of liberation wash over me. “I’m doing it.”

I shook my head, still trying to process my thoughts, and stood up, stripping off my clothes. I walked naked to the shower, feeling the hot water envelop me, washing away my worries and inhibitions.

The water pounded against my skin, and I let out a moan of pleasure, feeling my body tingle with desire. I washed and rinsed, lost in the sensation, my mind a blank slate.

Afterwards, I dressed in my usual grey PJ pants and tank top, feeling a sense of normalcy wash over me. I glanced at the clock, and knew it was time to put aside my secret and get back into mom mode.

“Time for dinner,” I said to myself, a sense of routine settling in.