Lesbian Webcams Novels & Stories

It's a fucking visual disaster. Everywhere I turn to is full of couples kissing and smooching each other. I hate them. I hate them all. I hate the pangs of desire they awaken in me. Why can't they just get a room? Why do they have to remind me of how miserable I am? I am Selene, the girl no one wants. Right from elementary school, I can count on my fingers the numbers of friends I have had and there will still be some fingers left. I thought it will be better in college but it seems like I still have the cloak of invisibility draped over me.

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

she said silently to convince herself. She began to scroll through the steamy pictures with a smile on her face, these men were hot, especially the ones with just lower underwear on. She had a liking for dark muscular guys but that was just the fantasy in her head, she had always imagined getting a hardcore action from one of those big black cocks whenever she was masturbating and that made her cum faster. Well, she wasn’t masturbating now; she was just drooling over these really hot men, wait… that wasn’t cheating right? They are just images and it was not like she was touching her body while at it.

There was always the odd informant or agent who tried to get through their security but most of them were dealt with quickly and quietly. The club also ran the website where the girls were able to do webcam appearance and make extra cash if they wanted. Nothing was forced. They were given a safe space to work in one of the two web rooms in the back and the split was eighty-twenty with the club taking the lesser portion.

Her eyes were bright. "I want him dead," she said. "But not in prison. I want him ruined while he's still alive. I want him disgraced so badly that living becomes worse than dying." Her plan was simple. "Every night at 2:00 am, he runs a livestream. He created a private stream, and all his viewers are people just like him," she explained in a flat voice. "There are pedophiles, voyeurs, and every kind of pervert you can imagine. He plays the videos he secretly recorded of me in that stream, and when they send tips, he releases more footage."

I said, without looking back. “You asked to see me, Alpha.” My beta said, respectfully. “Find me another sex slave.” I said, without looking at him. “Uhm… Alpha, I have a suggestion, but forgive me, it was a ridiculous thought.” He said. Then I turned to him, with curiosity, taking over me. “Only I will decide if it is ridiculous, or not. Now, tell me.” ~ “Be my sex submissive, for one day.” Nisha Avalor was known for how she couldn’t help but have sex with men, and could have sex many times in one day. What interested me was that she knew how to satisfy men, and she herself was the one who wasn’t easily satisfied.

I slipped into my room, locked the door, and yanked the curtains shut until the space was dim and secret. My hands shook as I pulled my favorite dildo from the nightstand—the thick, veiny eight-inch one I had only ever used while thinking about girls like her. I shoved my shorts and panties down in one motion, kicked them aside, and fell back onto the bed, legs spread wide. I opened my laptop and clicked straight to my favorite lesbian video—the one with the girl getting a sensual massage that turned into a proper fucking. The moans filled the room. I didn’t even bother with foreplay. I rubbed my swollen clit in fast, desperate circles, then slid two fingers deep into my dripping hole, pumpi

), I opened my phone and searched for the one thing that felt big enough to match the size of the betrayal. I found the site after twenty minutes of careful digging. Invitation-only. Underground. A private live-streamed event billed as “The Inheritance Room.” Women who wanted to be used—thoroughly, anonymously, on camera—could apply. The men were vetted. The money was real. The recordings disappeared after seventy-two hours unless both parties agreed otherwise. I filled out the form with shaking fingers. Name: Anonymous. Age: 28. Limits: None. Fantasy: Gangbang. Multiple men. Rough. Filthy. No faces shown on my end if possible.

"Isabelle. This notification—it’s from a lesbian p**n site. You were watching that?" My cheeks burned. The others looked at me with curiosity. I could not hide it. "Yes. I have been addicted to watching lesbian p**n for a while now. It started as curiosity about my own feelings. Now I watch it almost every night. Please don’t judge me. I feel so embarrassed admitting it, but I touch myself thinking about women together. Don't think less of me please." Aurora touched my hand reassuringly. "No judgment here Isabelle. We all have hidden desires. In fact this could be perfect. Instead of watching alone we could try it out now with each other. Get the real experience ourselves. What do you think?

and “Spread that pussy for us.” I leaned back against the stack of pillows, propping myself up on my elbows to give the camera a better view. I spread my legs a little wider so the robe fell open more, revealing the smooth skin of my inner thighs, the shadow just hiding my bare pussy lips. “Hey, my dirty viewers. I’m Sienna, your desperate camgirl tonight. Bills are stacking up high, so I need your help to make this worth it. Tip to control this vibrator. It’s already in my pussy, waiting for you to turn it on and make me squirm like the slut I am.”