The following day as Olivia had her morning coffee she sat at the kitchen table, mug in hands, and stared into space, thinking again about what she’d seen in that chatroom. Her husband was wittering on about something to do with his job but she wasn’t really listening, not that she ever listened much when that’s what he was talking about. As soon as he’d gone to work she went upstairs and switched on the laptop. She was considering going back in there for another look. What would happen if she joined in the chat and revealed she was a woman? Would the guys all suddenly pounce on her and demand she switch her camera on and get her tits out? She actually couldn’t help but smile at the thought.
She went to the website and clicked into one of the chatrooms again, this time finding that there were only about twenty people present, with eight men on camera, in various states of nudity and visibility the same as before, but this time no one was jerking off because there wasn’t a woman on cam. A couple of guys were still holding their dicks, perhaps optimistically hoping that things might change soon and they’d be ready. Well, thought Olivia, they were kind of right.
She waited a while, as the men chatted amongst themselves over the mics and in text. A very male-oriented conversation – sports, cars, women, beer, porn. Didn’t seem to be any women present at all, unless they were lurking like her. Olivia considered typing “Hi, I’m a woman!” in the chatbar but realised that would be silly as they might think she was just some man pretending. So she nervously switched on her mic. Even then she waited a few minutes until there was a slight lull in the conversation and also until she’d plucked up enough courage to speak.
“Um… hi everyone” she said softly.
A couple of men who had been talking on mic suddenly stopped. One or two others looked up in surprise. One guy immediately started furiously pumping his cock and Olivia had to stifle a laugh. Someone greeted her by her username and this was followed by a flurry of similar greetings, “Hi”s, “Hello”s and so on. “Are you a woman?” came the obvious next question, with a few variations of “R U FEMALE?” appearing almost simultaneously in the chatbar.
“Yes, I was a woman the last time I checked. Haha.” she replied, with a nervous laugh.
A barrage of further questions. Where was she from? How old was she? What did she look like? What was she hoping to find in here? And of course, was she going to switch on her cam? Olivia did her best to answer as many questions as she could, in a friendly and polite manner, but she wasn’t going to give too much away about her identity. When she was asked if she enjoyed looking at them all stroking their cocks she reluctantly admitted that, yeah, she did sort of like it. This sparked an immediate round of intense masturbation by almost every man who was visible, many adjusting their cameras or moving closer to ensure she got a good view of their cock.
Olivia smiled and blushed. She was beginning to see why that other woman had enjoyed being on camera so much. There was no doubt that this could give you a bit of an ego boost, having all these men doing that specifically for you. Granted, none of them had the hot bodies and large cocks of the men she’d been watching in porn, but just knowing that this wasn’t a video, that this was live and real and happening for *you*… well, it was giving her quite a thrill. Someone who had only just joined the room asked her yet again if she was going to turn on her camera. Oh god, could she? She could be like some of the guys and not show her face, she supposed. She was still in her dressing gown, with no bra underneath. Would they be happy just seeing her like that? Fuck, was she actually thinking of doing this?? She gulped and swallowed, reaching out to turn on her cam, just for herself to view at first, so she could get the position and angle right, settling it on a view of her from neck to waist, sat in her chair, dressing gown wrapped tightly around her.
Once she was happy with it she exhaled, and clicked the button to make her cam visible to all in the room. She felt she wasn’t as young or attractive as the woman she’d seen on camera yesterday, so braced herself for some unkind comments saying she was frumpy, or too fat, or basically not exactly the hot sex goddess they’d all been imagining, but they never came. Instead, as her image flickered into view on the screen she was greeted with lots of:
“Hey, there she is!”
“Looking good babe!”
“You are hot!”
“Wow, so sexy!”
“Mmm-hmm!”
Olivia felt that tingle of excitement again. Okay, being realistic about it, maybe they would have reacted like that to any woman who appeared, no matter what she looked like. Hell, this was men we were talking about. They’d probably give those compliments if it was a mop wearing googly eyes and some lipstick, but she didn’t care. It was just nice to have so many men looking at her and wanting her, even if she could have been anyone.
Inevitably they asked if she was going to show anything, and Olivia politely declined, despite their pleading and mock-begging, accompanied by some of them typing sad face emojis or doing exaggerated sad faces on camera, which made her laugh. Eventually the requests calmed down, though without ever stopping completely. It was obvious to anyone looking at her cam that, despite being covered up by her dressing gown, she was very well endowed. Nonetheless she managed to steer the conversation away and soon she was enjoying a good chat with them all, full of flirty banter and cheeky comments going both ways. It was quite surreal, she reflected, to be just talking casually like this with a group of men while they had their cocks out, stroking, but it soon seemed like the most normal thing in the world.
After a while she became so relaxed talking to them all that as she shifted and got more comfortable in her chair the top part of her dressing gown loosened and opened slightly, revealing just a hint of cleavage. There was an immediate flurry of compliments and further requests to see a bit more. Oh fuck, she thought… could I? These guys had given her a lot of entertainment and attention and fun during the chat, and since she’d also had the pleasure of seeing some of them naked and masturbating it seemed a bit mean of her to not at least give something back. She found herself bringing her hands up to her chest and carefully tugging her dressing gown open a bit more, just enough to significantly increase the amount of cleavage on display. The guys got extremely excited at this, but she made it very clear this was as far as it would go.
Gradually the conversation returned to how it had been before, though still with the occasional remark about how it looked like she must have a fantastic pair under there. Some time later, Olivia glanced at the clock and was surprised to notice almost 90 minutes had passed since she’d first timidly entered and announced herself. It had been such fun that the time had flown. Several men had cum on camera during that time and left the room, only to be replaced by fresh guys with fresh cocks. She was never sure if they’d cum from looking at her cleavage or just from stroking in general, but she liked to believe it was because of her and found it very flattering. She made her apologies and told the guys it had been fun but she really had to go. There then followed lots of thanks, lots of pleading for her to stay, compliments about how sexy she was, when would she next be on? Etc. Too many questions for her to answer them all. She was about to abruptly leave when someone begged her to just give them a quick flash before she went.
Olivia paused for a long moment. She bit her lip and thought about what was happening. Everything she’d done so far, from switching on her mic, her cam, then revealing a small bit of flesh, had all been little steps. Nothing too bad. This, however, this felt big. This was crossing a line. Oh my, was she really about to do this? And if it was so wrong why was she finding the idea of it so exciting? Her hands were already slowly moving towards the lapels of her dressing gown, as if being controlled by someone else. She took a hold of each side of the gown and pulled the gap a bit wider, a bit more… oh fuck…
And then it happened. The gown was wide open and her large sumptuous breasts were exposed. On camera. For all the world to see.
The chat went fucking crazy.
“Oh my God! Check them out!”
“What a pair of tits!”
“Mmmm! Big Mommy Milkers!”
“Fuck I wanna get my hands on them!”
“Love to suck those pert nipples!”
“Rub my dick in between until I shoot my cum all over them!”
Along with some whooping and cheering and actual applause. One guy even came right away. Others were jerking their cocks even harder and faster than before. For Olivia time seemed to stand still. What happened to ‘a quick flash’? Whipping her dressing gown open and closed for a second? That’s what she thought she’d do, but the giddy feeling of exposing herself like this, the incredible reaction of the men, hearing what they said about her, it all combined to make that second stretch longer and longer.
Olivia raised her eyes above the laptop and stared at the wall behind. She was almost mentally dissociating from what was happening. A true out-of-body experience. As if someone else was doing this. She thought again of the woman she’d seen on camera with her husband. Yeah, as if it was her. Unconsciously Olivia began to mimic that woman’s movements. Cupping her breasts. Groping them. Tweaking her nipples. Moaning softly. She was only half-listening but the comments from the men were becoming ever more explicit and extreme, describing all the filthy things they’d like to do to her.
She suddenly snapped back to reality. What the fuck was she doing?? She hurriedly pulled the dressing gown closed, muttered a quick “Bye!” to the men and closed the browser before slamming down the laptop lid. She fell back in her chair, breathing heavily. Jesus, that was something she never thought she’d do. But the undeniable excitement of it was still coursing through her. She’d never even got this hot and flustered when watching porn. There was only one thing she could do now, feeling like this. She opened her gown again, stood up for a moment to remove her knickers, then sat back, spread her legs and reached for her new expensive vibrator…
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