Lesbian Webcams Novels & Stories

An image appeared on the screen, displaying two figures locked in a passionate embrace atop the kitchen island. The image then switched to the same two figures messing around on the couch in the living room and also in front of a set of floor-to-ceiling windows. The erotic videos were also broadcast to the viewers who were tuned in to the live stream. People started pouring into the stream, the viewer count climbing from 10,000 to over 100,000 in a matter of seconds. Wales was the first to regain his senses. He roared at the host, "Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"

By day, I coded algorithms for a faceless corp, smiling at meetings, flirting harmlessly with the barista at the corner Starbucks. "Large black coffee, extra shot," I'd say, our fingers brushing as she handed it over, her eyes lingering a second too long on my broad shoulders and the stubble shadowing my jaw. But at night, alone in my lair, the mask cracked. I'd fire up the dark web forums, the ones buried under layers of VPNs and anonymous logins, where pervs like me traded links to unfiltered birthing vids. No Hollywood gloss, just real women in the throes, amateur clips smuggled from maternity wards, hidden cams in delivery rooms, even some from overseas clinics where ethics were as loose

Phoebe's POV At first, I felt like a little slut for doing the things I did online. But now? Now I felt empowered and turned on whenever I booted up my computer and got to work. The laptop sat on my bed right between my thighs, my legs wide open as I brought the vibrator to my clit and turned it on. I never showed my face, always keeping the camera angled from the neck down to conceal my identity. I couldn’t see my clients, who’d paid a hefty amount to watch this little show, but I knew they had their eyes trained right on me.

The crypt was a furnace of wax and cunt-heat. I woke tied to the crimson chaise, wrists and ankles raw from silk rope now soaked with sweat and my own slick. The candle holder had burned low, flames licking black candles down to stubs, and dripping wax like cum onto the stone. Five cameras—four Bolex and one digital—blinked red, live, and feeding 73,912 viewers on the dark web. Title pulsing: “JOURNALIST’S CUNT: CONFESSION & CONQUEST – LIVE”.

I had died for a year and was pushed to cross the River of Souls 99,999 times, but I could not do so as no one had given me a proper burial. The netherworld forced me to return to the mortal world for 48 hours to find someone to bury me, or my soul would vanish after 48 hours. They even started a livestream to make some income for themselves. On the first day of my return, my ex-girlfriend and the real heir of the family who hated me were about to get married. Netizens predicted that I would be malicious enough to crash the wedding for revenge, but all I did was sit in a small restaurant and order myself a delicious burger. While waiting for my food, the first sentence I said to the cam

The Kane sisters had become the darkest obsession on the internet. After the “Abyss of Filth” stream, Kane Veil subscriptions crossed four million. Clips of Sophia and Aurora drinking each other’s piss, licking cum from each other’s holes, and screaming while being destroyed side by side were now the most traded content in the entire dark web. Tonight’s stream was titled “Sisters Consumed.”

So this platform also helps me reduce crimes, at least or so I hope. I feel like I could pretend to be younger than actual young girls getting ogled by old men and perverts. Not to mention, I am no saint. I love the attention and how everyone loses their money on me, even though they are probably poor themselves. I was holding both of my legs tightly, as they pointed to the ceiling and pressed hard against my big boobs. Now this was a cute starting position, till most of my men started joining the web chat. My panties-covered pussy was directed at the camera setup in front of me, as my pink Lush-3 lovense toy was peeking out of my panties as all my men started to gather and some even began

I peeked inside to see the coffee pot sitting beside two mugs. “Wait a sec….” Before I could think anything else, I heard someone behind me. I turned around to meet a familiar face. Blonde hair, plump lips, gray eyes and a tall, curvy figure with a perfect tan skin. “Hi! You must be Pearl!” She hugged me tightly. “I am Delisha Evans, your roommate. Can’t wait to be friends with you!” ****

She pouted her mouth and said, “Hmph! Pete just kept staring at Emma. He didn’t look at me at all. I’m going to dress up more sexily later. I refuse to believe that I won’t look better than Emma.” While she said that, she unbuttoned her clothes and took them off one by one. At the top behind her, a discreet pinhole camera was filming her back. Not only that, but there was also something in the mirror that Penny was facing. The mirror was hollow, and there was a camera inside. It was hard to identify it with the naked eye, but that camera was also filming Penny. Penny was in a live broadcast that she knew nothing about. The foreign pornography website was online. All of a sudden, a large numb

The darkness in his eyes eradicates my senses. “You remember the screens at Seductive Vibrations?” His eyes delve deep into mine, watching for my reaction. Nodding to him, I do remember them. We had a conversation about how some people live stream just to the rooms – those who can’t be there, but are exhibitionists and enjoy the thought of people watching them in real-time, as it happens.