Eye On CameraWare -- adult

Written by Alynna

"Is there anything special I may wear/ bring/ do to bring you pleasure?"

"Yes, you will be my naughty secretary. Start out wearing a sheer blouse and a business skirt, complete with garter belt, high heels and your hair up. I’ve been suspicious of why you always work late, and now I see why… you’ve been masturbating on my desk. I’m going to have to spank you for being such a bad girl!"

"Purrrrrrrrrrr. I love being a little office slut! Your fantasy is my fetish. Just thinking about you watching me touch and tease myself makes my pussy so slippery and wet! I can’t wait to lick my juices off your desk; hoping you will smell my cummy scent in the morning when you return to work. Did you wish to do phone today?"

"Is it free?"

"Oh yes, and I can even call you if you desire. I like doing phone because I get to tell you all my dirty thoughts AND I have a headset…. Keeping both hands free!"

"I’d better call you. I’m at the office and I don’t want anyone to hear the phone ring."

"Go ahead and click on my BuyTime while I get dressed. Let me know when you are ready."

I spring into action, readying myself to give the best sexual satisfaction I can offer. My computer room has been completely renovated to give the best show possible. Just out of cam view are several wardrobe areas. I quickly sort through my collection of schoolgirl uniforms, revealing dresses, bustiers, cheerleading outfits, and other flashy clothing, to find the conservative secretary outfit requested. Every outfit is pre-assembled on a hanger or in a drawer, matching jewelry and accessories already coupled with the outfit. I let my silk robe fall to the floor, exposing my naked body while I slip into my Quick Change Artist mode. In under 3 minutes, I am wearing a white lacy bra, sheer white top (mostly buttoned), hair neatly coiffed, and a dark skirt which compliments my high heels nicely, thank you. I put on my telephone headset, working it into the bun in my hair so that it will not slip off while I remove my clothing. I set the handset of the telephone safely on the toy chest to my left, so it won't tumble to the floor as I expose my hot, hungry body. I begin to grow wet immediately, the thrill of the show already seeping into my panties.

I don’t have to gather the supplies to fill my pussy with; they are already on hand. I keep all my tools and toys in well-organized areas; again, just out of camera range. To my left are dildos of a few sizes and varieties, some for vaginal, some for anal, some for both. Beneath the Latex Level is the Bottle Bench: a few bottles, collected for their unique shapes and sizes. To my right is yet another toy chest: this one filled with body jewelry (much of it sent to me from clients), clips, clamps, anal beads, and clit vibrators, all in the top drawer. More extreme accessories are in the second drawer: candles, clothespins, a toothbrush, and other goodies. The bottom drawer holds a speculum and flashlight which is fitted with an optic fiber, a strap on, and other miscellaneous items like blindfolds and belts to bind my wrists or ankles.

I sit down to do a quick light check, making sure I illuminate my now very horny pussy enough to show off my sweet squirtings. I blush slightly, noticing that my panties are now thoroughly wet. I get so darned excited playing dress up for others’ sexual gratification, I rarely start a show with dry panties! My ICQ Indicator is blinking, a message from the site owner that a show has been purchased. I verify the show order by email that is sent to me after the client’s credit card has been billed. Only then do I invite my client to start his video conferencing software and give him my toll-free phone number.

Using the information I have gathered in the last few moments while dressing for the show, I connect to my very ready client. The telephone beckons me. Its ring is slightly louder than the sultry music I always have playing in the background, music to muffle my moans of pleasure and very dirty phone sex.

"Hi baby," I answer.

"Mmmmm... Hello Alynna," he whispers. "I can’t really talk much. There are people right outside my office door. But I’ve been wanting to hear you cum for so long now... you do most of the talking, OK?"

"Oooooo, that’s perfectly all right! I’m just going to work late here again tonight and maybe straighten up your desk a little. You don’t mind, do you?"

"Oh no, you go right ahead, Alynna," he breathed.

I rise from my chair, which has a towel on it to absorb all my juices. Many years of experience have taught me how to time my movements on camera. It is well-choreographed dance, each motion fluid, and every pose perfect. I first stand before him, showing him how prim and proper a secretary should be. Bending over and arching my back, I reach forward for the chair to allow for a glimpse down my mostly buttoned blouse. Turning on a spiked heel, I push the chair out of view, my tight little ass facing the camera, then slowly straighten up. I run my hands down my skirt, pretending to smooth it. Even the slightest touch to my own body sets my erotic desires into motion, and my body takes over the show. I close my eyes, knowing he is watching me, and begin to caress my breasts. I can hear him breathing heavily on the telephone, and I know he is beginning to touch himself, too.

I slide my hand inside my blouse, feeling the smooth silkiness of my bra. My nipples are hard, expecting a teasing tug and pinch. I gladly comply, mentally promising my nipples that this is the last time today they will be pleasured with dry fingertips. Trained ears listen for variances in his breathing, subtle instructions to my willing body.

He requests that I remove my clothing ever so slowly for him. I comply, enjoying the sensation of the material slipping past my warm skin. First the blouse fell away from my shoulders then my skirt brushed down my hips, thighs and calves on its way to the floor. His pleasure becomes more audible with every article of clothing I slide off my body. I push both articles of expensive clothing out of the ‘cum spash zone’ with my foot as I turn to pose for the camera. I allow my body to become exposed, almost at its own will. My breasts seem overjoyed when I remove my bra, my nipples celebrating cool air. I bend forward to offer a close-up view of my hard nipples as I move the keyboard to its ‘in show’ position and tilt the camera downwards slightly. Now I am prepared to remove my wet panties for his delight. I turn my back to the camera and slide my thumbs under the waistband of my panties. I pull the white cotton around my firm little ass, round cheeks rosy from excitement. I bend all the way forward until my nose is touching my knees and I tuck my slippery panties under my heels so that I can simply step out of them. Slowly I stand and flip my long, dark hair back to accent my nakedness. All that is left is to pull the chair into position and show off my pink readiness. I turn sideways to the camera, arching my back and sticking my butt in the air and reach for the chair. Often I will crawl up onto it and spread my knees wide. Still other times, I will slide the chair all the way to the back wall, giving my playmate a full view of his little pay per view slut in full masturbation.

I am so lost in desire and hunger at this point that I begin to forget the camera is there at all. It becomes MY fantasy. I can hear him giving me directions over the phone, my body begins to respond to his commands. He strokes his stiff cock as he watches me fill my slippery pussy; I can hear him breathing hard into the phone, trying desperately to cum unnoticed by his co-workers. Without waiting his permission I grab a dildo and begin sliding it over my hard clit then feeding it to my hungry body. Still unsatisfied, my pussy cries for more pleasure so I grab more toys to sate it. I begin to spill my cum all over my toweled chair, my client gasping as he shoots his load all over his business shirt.

“Thank you, Alynna” he whispers. I begin purring back to him, eager to play a little longer. “I’ve gotta go” he says as he rapidly hangs up. I take a deep breath and remove the headset telephone. In almost as little time as it took me to get ready for this client’s show, I have the room re-arranged and am back in my silk robe. Time to find a new playmate.