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Pulling up the ‘Primal Pretties’ site, I sat back on my bed and waited as my open chat filled up.
‘Evening, beautiful.’
‘You’ve got too many clothes on.’
‘Come on, slut, show us your pussy.’
‘How’s u?’
Message after message popped up, and I typed out replies to most of them, purposefully ignoring the rude ones. I’d learned early on that they were looking for a rise. As long as they were in the chat, I’ve made some money, so I consoled myself by taking their site credits and utterly ignoring them. The site was for people with kinks that veered toward the more extreme, and it tended to attract a few total weirdos. Not the usual kinky guys and girls, but those who were looking to scare and provoke the women who cammed. I reported them every time and thankfully the female owner of the site took reports seriously. No one should feel unsafe at work, not even in more risque jobs.
I smiled as one of my regulars stood out among the crowd. The guy was super into feet and had probably stumbled onto the wrong site, but happily kept coming back as long as I stretched my legs toward the camera without shoes on. Wriggling my stocking clad toes had him sending a tip that almost filled half of my nightly goal.
‘Thank you, Sir,’ I said, which sent the guys into a tumble of messages. Sir, Daddy, Master, hell even God. They went crazy for it. So did I, if I was being honest. I’d only had a handful of lacklustre kinky sex experiences, most guys saying they were into choking, or rough sex, but actually just willing to say anything to get their dick wet. Once the pants were off, they all turned into the same little jack rabbits with one goal in mind. Nutting.
At least with the camming they were often willing to fall into the fantasy a bit more, so I could get off at least imagining that it was real. What it would be like to be with someone who actually wanted to drag me over his knee, or punish me with a hard cock in front of his friends for bratting out.
A girl could dream, right?
It’s why I mooned over the older guys,. Guys my age - twenty two - were too unsure in themselves to take the lead. I’m sure some, somewhere could, but all the ones I’d tried out were all bluster, no substance.
A request for a private chat popped up after a few minutes and I said goodbye to the open chat as I accepted it. Private chats were where the big bucks were.
‘Hi,’ I said, reading the screen as I clicked on his profile quickly. Breathplay lover, Dom, Doesn’t like brats. Shame. Time for the good girl act. ‘How are you?’
‘Good. I like you in pink.’
‘Thank you....’
‘Master, call me Master.’
His video clicked on and showed me a stained t-shirt stretched over a large belly, and a small, hard cock already being tugged furiously.
I sighed as I sat up on my knees, toying with my hair. ‘Yes, Master.’
He groaned, and I knew it wouldn’t be a very long call, and definitely not one that I’d be able to dip into fantasyland for.
‘Get your tits out, girl, and your pussy. I bet you’re so wet for me.’
Dry as a flipping desert.
‘Oh yes, Master, I’m so wet. I’ve been waiting for you.’
‘Yes, you fucking have.’ He fisted his dick and gave it a furious tug.
I removed my bra and dropped it onto the bed, sliding my hands down over my nipples to get them to stand to attention. Then the panties, leaving me in nothing but my frilly pink garter belt and stockings.
‘Fuck, I want to bite your little tits,’ he said as I ran my fingers past my clit, trying to elicit some sort of fun out of it. Some nights were just duds. And Mr. Stained Tee wasn’t doing anything for me.
‘Oh, Master, I’d love to feel your teeth on my tits. Would you be ever so rough?’
‘I’d fucking destroy that snatch of yours.’
Snatch. Ugh.
‘Tell me what you’d do...’ I hoped he was a talker, that made it easier. A lot of the guys loved to hear their own voices.
‘I’d fuck that dirty little snatch until you begged me to stop.’
