Discovery of My Perversion: First Webcam Exposure
In my cramped apartment room, the PC fan humming like my racing pulse. Twenty-five, freshly dumped, six months of blue balls and regret. Friends pitied me, gifted this machine to pull me from the pit. I dove into chat sites, porn, those daring women flashing skin online. Then Corinne: single mom, profile pic of a tit spilling from lace. No face, all tease. We chatted circles, me too chicken for sex talk. Until she asked about my webcam.
Heart slammed. No cam? Naive fuck. She laughed it off, but my cock twitched hard that night. Hand under sheets, stroking slow, balls tight, then frantic pumps till hot spurts hit the tissue. Wanted her naked. Wanted to show mine too. Twisted hunger.
The Approach
Next morning, store aisles blurred. Grabbed a cheap cam with mic, erection straining pants, guilt gnawing from Catholic upbringing. Work dragged, customers blurred, mind on her. Home fast: solo dinner scarfed, quick shower, PC on. MSN pings. She’s there. Spots my cam icon. Gives her number.
Phone shakes in grip. Voice soft, warm. Banter flows easy. Close by, single mom. Stomach knots. ‘That your tit?’ Laughter. ‘I’m an exhibitionist.’ Video invite pops. Accept. Jeans tented, cock throbbing.
She appears: brunette, blue eyes, cute smile. I hate my reflection. ‘Love your eyes,’ I mumble. ‘But we talked tits.’ Pulls off sweater, unhooks bra. Perky 85Bs, nipples hard. Pinches them, leans in. ‘Mine?’ Voice cracks. ‘Yes.’ She starts dressing. ‘No, stay.’ ‘You too, shirt off.’
The Instant
Complexes scream: skinny, hairy, unshaved. But lust wins. Sweatshirt gone. She toys nipples, breaths quick. ‘More?’ ‘Your ass.’ Jeans drop, thong new, round cheeks flex. My hand rubs cock through denim. ‘Hard?’ ‘Fuck yes.’ Thong off, shaved pussy gleams. Nearly cum untouched.
‘Turn for me.’ Pants, boxers shed, ass bare. She licks lips. ‘Cock now.’ Size doubts hit. Show it. ‘Mmm, I’d suck that.’ Her fingers circle clit. Mine grip shaft, stroke. Legs spread wide on chair, close-up pussy: lips part, fingers plunge—one, two, three. Faces gone, just cocks and cunts.
Exposed, watched, jerking wild. Her moans echo phone, body arches. Mine erupts: thick ropes splatter desk, floor. Spent, laughing, no shame. Late night promise: next time, real life.
Bed, hard again. Remasturbate to her words. First time jerking for a stranger. Loved it. Guilt whispers: perv? Flashes back—beach topless girls, upskirts, nurse’s temp checks, me not hiding stares. Pudgy kid in baggy shorts, now unleashed. Innocence cracked. No more lies. Ex revenge? Nah, self-discovery. Corinne’s mouth on me, cam rolling—fantasy fuel. Sleep hits hard. Tomorrow, salesman mask. But inside, awakened.
