Lesbian Webcams Novels & Stories

“Everyone ready?” I asked, slipping into a barely there crop top and satin shorts that barely clung to my ass. Liv lay sprawled across the bed, legs parted like temptation, wearing nothing but lace panties and a smirk. “I’ve been ready all day.” Ryan adjusted the small webcam we’d placed on the dresser a decoy, meant to draw the real voyeur out. “Recording set. Battery full. Angle? Perfect.” Jace, leaning against the door, crossed his arms. “You sure about this, Lola? We’re literally putting on a show.”

My eyes met with Penelope’s eyes and she hit me with the what do you want now look. “He he is asking for a naughty video of me before he can send a larger amount. How do i get a video of myself?” She rolled her eyes on me and took my phone. “Gay men have always been too demanding. So i just logged you into a website where people drop their nude videos without their faces. Check for the page that matched your body and send to him.” My mouth dropped as i scrolled through my screen and watching the millions of fenale and male pictures and videos.

The ring light reflected in Vespera’s eyes—two tiny halos of artificial white fire. She sat in the high-backed leather chair of Cyprian’s study, the crimson blazer looking like armor against the dark bookshelves behind her. The laptop camera was on. The red "LIVE" indicator was blinking. Viewer Count: 10,432 Viewer Count: 56,890 Viewer Count: 102,100 The numbers climbed vertically. The chat stream on the side of the screen was a blur of toxicity, moving so fast it was impossible to read individual comments.

Love, Teagan The Closeted Lesbian

She felt torn in three different directions. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached over lazily and opened the message. **Unknown:** “Nice lesbian show. I have cameras in Lana’s studio too. You now have 24 hours to send the money… or I release the video of your stepbrother destroying you AND this little scene.” Attached was a 15-second clip — clear footage of Lana fisting her while she screamed in pleasure, her face contorted in ecstasy, tits bouncing as she squirted. Raven’s blood ran cold. She sat up abruptly, pushing Lana’s arm away.

Videos of her looking flirtatiously into the camera - playing with her breasts, turning around and bouncing her ass cheeks, pretending to masturbate. In the sidebar, she advertises her webcam services. "Come play with me!" says the title. Below, the fine print says, "I don't do full nudity but we can still have lots of fun." My mind is reeling. My baby is doing pornography. I slam my laptop shut. My blood is heated. I need to sleep on it and think about next steps in the morning. About an hour later, I open the laptop again. I can't sleep. I am a mess. And...

Rachel is lying naked on a bed, presumably her own, masturbating with a purple vibrator, as a woman moans through what is obviously a fake orgasm. My cock responds instantly as Rachel rubs the tip of the vibrator up and down against her pussy lips before slipping the entire length of it inside her pussy. Holy shit! I can't believe she has this unprotected video on her computer. It looks like she's alone, probably using the MacBook camera to record herself. For herself? For someone else? For uploading?

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

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!” ****