Super fan

"Where are you going?" Marianne asked. She knew what I did, what got me off. Camgirl sex was my naughty pleasure, it got me off more than any smut story. It was my sex fantasy as well as my clients.

My girl's sweet face was still glowing from her recent climax, and some blonde curls were stuck to her cheeks.

"I have to work," I smiled ruefully.

I could've easily been tempted to dive back into those crisp cotton sheets to let her pleasure me as thoroughly as I had her, but I had a reputation to maintain and customers to satisfy. Being late and sexually jaded was not my style.

After a quick shower, I stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into my dressing room, swathed in a thick, plush towel. Several of my drawers were dedicated to beautiful lingerie. I used to enjoy shopping for it, but now my fans sent it to me; my measurements and preferences were listed on my agency profile.

I pondered whether to wear a colourful set before I settled on black; to some, it screams classy, and to others, it suggests I'm a bad girl. I have no opinion; I am whatever my clientele wants me to be. That is the secret of my success.

My appointment that day was with Marvin932, who considered himself my superfan, which in a way, he was. Marvin was a regular visitor to my webcam site, so dedicated that he'd even managed to find and follow me on the occasions I'd changed agencies and taken on a new name. I did this to keep things fresh; I understood that punters hungered for new girls. That was why I sometimes wore colour contacts and wigs; tonight, I was Sylvia. A brunette with long, straight, hair. It was impossible to change my tattoos, which I suspected was how Marvin identified me.

I unrolled black seamed stockings, smoothing the silky fabric up my legs, then fastened them to a garter belt of the same colour. Thong panties and a sheer, embroidered bra were chosen to showcase my nipples and my pussy lips. I slipped on a tailored black jacket to keep things mysterious at the outset. My viewers were usually delighted when I started by looking stern and business-like, only to shrug off the jacket to show I wore nothing except lingerie underneath. I was probably fuelling a hundred different fantasies with which people entertained themselves during boring meetings or Zoom calls.

I reluctantly closed the bedroom door on Marianne, who lay surrounded by pillows, sleeping off our afternoon of sexy play. Our favourite sex story 'Lesbian Rider', lay beside her. Gazing at her, only partially wrapped by the white sheet, my nipples hardened, and my clit tingled. Today, I had taken her to dizzy heights of ecstasy, lapping and nibbling at her labia and sucking on her bud. Eventually, she'd clamped her lithe legs around my head and bucked her pelvis into my face as she came, gasping out the names of saints. These convent girls are so much fun once you've corrupted them.

Even if she woke up, Marianne knew she needed to stay quietly in the bedroom until I finished my work call. But just to keep her sweet, I poured two glasses of Prosecco and left hers on the nightstand. Then, I took my drink to the desk and powered up my laptop.

Now all I had to do was wait. Being a few minutes early, I propped up my long legs on the edge of the desk and checked my manicure. A few sips of the cool golden bubbles later, I was feeling pretty excited for this camgirl sex with Marvin. My body was buzzing from my earlier session with Marianne, where I'd deliberately held off satisfying myself, so I was hoping that interacting with him would provide the release I needed.

I could see myself on screen, so I knew I looked my best. Marvin's face would not be visible as usual, although he could see and hear me. Instead, he would type messages for me to read.

A metallic 'ping' sounded, and Marvin's first message popped up.

"Sylvia – are you there?"

I clicked to activate my camera and gave him a beaming smile, greeting him like an old friend, which I suppose he is in a way. I mock scolded him about keeping his best girl waiting, because he likes it when I am strict. Marvin admired what I was wearing, especially when I pulled the jacket open to show that I wore only lingerie underneath. I preened over the extra straps around the bra cups and the flower pattern on its sheer fabric.

"I love it; your nipples look great!" Marvin enthused.

It was delicious to be so overtly admired, and I lapped up his compliments.

"Do you like these?" I cooed, cupping my breasts suggestively.

"Yes," Marvin answered, "they look so firm and edible."

Suddenly my head was filled with an image of Marianne nipping and sucking at my tits earlier that afternoon. This delivered a welcome flutter of excitement to my pussy, a trickle of moisture. I was distracted and almost missed Marvin's next request.

"Please, Sylvia, show me your bum."

I rose from the office chair and, teasingly slowly, I removed the black jacket. It was like a striptease, which is one of my favourite parts of my camgirl routine. It was easy to imagine I was moving to music, shrugging my shoulders with sexy insouciance and swaying my hips. I turned, then shimmied my body, and finally waggled my peachy backside at Marvin as a lapdancer would.

"I don't think you're ready for this jelly!" I told him, humming the tune in my head as I gave one of my bum cheeks a playful slap.

I have several small tattoos on my ass, one of which is the shape and colour of a lipstick kiss. As it's my newest one, I didn't think Marvin had seen it before. He was full of compliments for my tattoos and my bubble butt.

I could feel myself getting more excited as I flaunted my body in front of the webcam. Marvin was typing instructions, telling me what he wanted to see, and admiring my assets. This drove home the power of my attractiveness. My slit grew slippery, and my tits began to tingle with electric sensations. I wanted to reveal more, to show off and make his cock so hard it ached.

"The show's only just begun," I purred as I hooked my thumbs in the elastic sides of my thong panties.

I shucked them off my hips in one fluid motion. I knew this gave Marvin a great view of my ass cheeks, which parted briefly as I bent to grab them. Holding the thong against my naked mound, I slowly turned again to face the webcam. I tried not to rush things—it was always fun to make the punters beg.

"Sylvia, please show me your pussy."

Bingo! Marvin was so polite, it made me smile, plus it made me hot.

"I'd love to watch you play with yourself." His fingers flew over the keyboard.

"I'll bet you would," I said, and with a pouty smile, I whisked away the sheer lace panties.

Now Marvin could feast his eyes on my naked slit, freshly waxed the day before. Under his close scrutiny, I couldn't conceal my body's enthusiasm for our interaction. My labia had grown plump and my clit was rising to the occasion.

"Of course, you can watch me play," I smiled into the lens. "I was hoping you would ask me. I've felt horny all day, looking forward to our call."

I reached past the computer screen to pick up a dildo. It was my current favourite, another gift a client had picked off my wish list. It was about the size of an average penis, a beautiful, curved sex toy made of black silicone. It had a gilt-edged hole in the handle, which I liked because it could easily be gripped, even when my hands were sticky with lube or slippery with my own juices.

"Shall I use this?" I asked Marvin coquettishly. To seal the deal, I ran my tongue over its bulbous tip, then inserted it into my mouth.

I wasn't faking it, on calls like this, I genuinely longed for stimulation. So I sucked on that dildo like the man was standing before me, offering me his erect cock. My cheeks drew in, and my mouth became awash with saliva as I rubbed the toy on my warm, responsive tongue.

"I wish it was me there, with my cock in your mouth," he typed.

"So do I, baby," I nodded in full agreement.

My pussy had grown slick with juices, so every teasing touch on my nipples with the tip of the toy sent thrilling jolts of sensation to my puffy nether lips. With no reason to delay, I began to massage the black cock substitute around and against my slit, making sure to rub my clit at the top of the motion. Each time I drove the gadget lower, I pressed a little inwards so that its curved tip would slip inside my channel on every downward thrust.

I was sitting on the chair with my legs parted. Unfortunately, Marvin could not see how my pussy was blossoming around the toy that was bringing me such pleasure. The camera was not angled low enough, but he could watch my face. I had to ensure that all my pleasure, and the building arousal, showed in my expressions. I needed to convey, via the sighs and gasps that escaped my mouth, how my ministrations with that silicone cock drove my body ever higher up the gradient of lust with every parry and thrust.

It was always a power trip to know that I was responsible for building passion in someone else's body, just as fast and effectively as I was with my own. I liked to be vocal. I wanted my mewls and gasps to help him along. I wanted Marvin to feel my moans like shocks to his gut as he gripped his cock in hand and pumped up and down. My eyes fluttered shut to better picture him; perhaps he was using a sleeve to enhance sensation, as he stroked.

"Keep your eyes open; please look at me." Marvin typed.

Of course, how could I have forgotten how dynamic eye contact could be in camgirl sex?

"I wish you were here, touching me this way," I told him truthfully as I stared into the camera while I fucked myself with the dildo.

"Can you see how wet I am? You make me this way."

It was true. My thighs were glossy with swipes of my aromatic juices. I plunged the device in and out, ploughing my furrow, excavating my tight hole before I drew it out to lick off my cream. On the monitor, I watched myself fellate its black silicone length, a sight which made the excitement gush out of me.

"That's right, give me everything you've got."

I liked that Marvin was asserting himself; it thrilled me when he issued commands. I pressed the toy inside my pussy and simultaneously rubbed tight circles against the bud of my clit. Starbursts of sensation broke over me, driving me wild. I kept massaging myself that way as I withdrew the dildo to drag it across my tongue. The tang of my fluids was familiar and welcome.

"Fuck yourself, doggy style," Marvin typed.

What my voyeur wanted, my voyeur got. I stood on slightly wobbly legs and turned my back to the camera to put on my show. My stance was wide, and I bent at the waist, resting one hand on the back of the chair. I reached behind myself to press the dildo against my pussy, where it slid home without resistance. My eager channel drew it inside.

I turned my head to look at the monitor, and enjoyed the sight of the black silicone disappearing inside the gape of my greedy cunt. I saw what Marvin was seeing. When fully inserted, the dildo's curved tip began to nudge my g-spot and make me see stars in the very best way.

"It's so hot when you look at me over your shoulder," Marvin told me.

"Put your hands on my waist," I encouraged him.

I was taking charge of this virtual fuck. Marvin needed to know that. I dipped my back to tilt my butt for easier access, then drove the dildo home for several deep thrusts. I was really loving how the toy was making me feel; ripples of sensation in my channel and a tautness in my body meant my climax was creeping up.

"I'm close to cumming," I gasped, hoping to urge Marvin towards the finish line too.

When he didn't reply, it was my cue to delay my own gratification. So I withdrew the toy and began to fellate it, taking it in my mouth slowly, sensuously. I conveyed as much need and pleasure using my face as I could.

I deep-throated that dildo like an Olympian. My mouth was sloppy, and my tongue was agile. I made Marvin wish his dick was that toy, and with my eyes, I told him I imagined he was.

"You taste good baby," I purred, "I could suck you dry."

"I'm nearly there Sylvia," he managed to type, "I want to cum with you."

"I want that too. Ride me hard!" I exclaimed.

I kept looking over my shoulder at him as I reached back, resuming how I fucked my pussy from behind. With each thrust, I added a little jiggle, my G-spot was fizzing with enthusiasm and my pleasure built towards a crescendo… then it let fly. My whole body spasmed with bliss, big waves and smaller pulses. I thrummed around the toy. My walls tightened to throb, and I almost pulled it in.

I gasped my release, breathing deeply until my head spun. Finally, all the tension left my body, and I drooped over the chair like a flower denied water. But I'm a professional, so I soon straightened up to finish by letting Marvin watch me suck my juices off the dildo.

"That was awesome Sylvia," he gushed, "you're the best."

"I hope you came, big Marvin. I'll bet you've decorated halfway up your chest with spurts of jizz! Maybe next time you can come on my tits."

I smiled at him widely. "Thank you, my superfan."

"Thank you Sylvia, as always." He signed off. Then the connection blinked out. Marvin was gone.

My throat was dry, and I could taste my own sweet pussy. I took a mouthful of Prosecco, now nearer room temperature than I liked. As I switched off my laptop, I speculated whether Marianne was awake. I wandered to the fridge and topped up my glass; then I headed towards the bedroom.

My girl owed me for my skilled cunnilingus this afternoon, and I was sure, Marianne could drag another orgasm out of me, with her gentle persuasion.

*

Marvin looked at Sylvia, who was his idea of complete perfection, a goddess. He'd been obsessed with her since he first stumbled across her camgirl sex profile two years ago. She was called Margot then, and he was as drawn to her exotic accent as he was to her gorgeous body. She was lean and toned, and her high, firm breasts made his mouth water to lick and nibble them. Of course, if they ever met in real life, he would lavish her boobs with tons of attention.

He looked forward to their weekly webcam sessions—expensive, but Sylvia was so worth it.

Sylvia started off their sessions dressed, as did he, stroking himself lightly through the fabric of his boxer shorts until a damp patch began to form. As she'd stripped, he'd wriggled his underwear past his hips, exposing himself. Marvin had no illusions that he could stop traffic the way the beautiful woman before him on the screen would, but for this moment in time, she was all his.

Watching Sylvia's flirtatious undulations already had him making quite a sticky mess around his straining cock. His precum was drooling over his knuckles as he grasped his manhood and tugged upwards.

His cock almost jumped in his fist when she swiped the lacy fabric aside. To see every inch of Sylvia naked and on display for his delectation made Marvin's heart pound. His veins strained as blood thundered around his body, cramming into his firm manhood until it ached and his balls tightened. What he wouldn't have given, at that moment, to feel Sylvia's slender fingers stroking up and down his shaft. He shuddered with excitement from simply imagining her silky touch.

Marvin could hardly believe it when he saw that the toy she'd selected for the camgirl sex was the one he had purchased for her. Another expensive but very shrewd investment! This was what made Sylvia / Marlene / whatever she chose to call herself so special. She paid attention to her fans—she was accessible. Marvin liked to imagine she was his mistress, that they were separated only by miles, but she was always thinking of him. First, Sylvia had chosen the underwear set he favoured and now the dildo he had bought for her, proving they had a connection.

Marvin typed that he wanted to watch Sylvia touch herself, to view her masturbating with the dildo.

Marvin took his attention away from the screen for a moment to fasten clamps onto his puckered nipples. Then grasped his manhood to resume pleasuring himself with long, firm strokes. To his delight, Sylvia was thoroughly involved with the toy… his toy. Her sensual movements had him almost hypnotised. His arousal was peaking, but he was desperate to string out the experience. He hadn't typed an instruction for a while. He was too lost in admiration and excitement, watching Sylvia's pussy widen at the toy's intrusion, how it dragged eagerly against its silicone dimensions.

Marvin couldn't hold off much longer, not now he'd started to use a silky black stocking with which to stroke himself. He liked to imagine it was one of Sylvia's; that she had peeled it off and dropped it in his lap. It added a new dimension to his self-pleasure because the gossamer touch of it felt alien and exciting against his throbbing flesh. Although Sylvia wasn't in the same room to touch him, the stocking added the feminine attributes of delicacy and hidden strength when he wrapped it around his member and moved it within his grip.

He thrust his hips with renewed urgency, making grunting noises as he watched his dream woman bend over and do as he asked. If she was before him in person, he'd fuck her good. His groin would be thrusting against hers, his heated flesh slapping against her peachy backside while his balls swung like a pendulum.

Raw passion surged in Marvin's veins. His cock had never been so hard; his balls felt fit to burst with creamy tribute for his favourite girl.

He watched as she shuddered and twitched around the dildo, coating it with her slick juices, and he could hold back no longer.

Jerking with delight, Marvin flopped back on the bed in his room with his legs splayed out, decorating himself with viscous streaks of cum.

As he stared at the now blank computer screen, he smeared his hands over his sticky torso down to his cock. One final dribble oozed from his slit, evidence of his lustful devotion to Sylvia.

The End