It’s been the occasional get together for years now.  It works for us: FWB, NSA.  He noticed that I bought a web cam last month.  He teases me about what I’ve been doing with it.  I enthusiastically tell him about how much fun it’s been so far.  He laughs when I call it “perving” and then starts to touch me so I forget about the conversation until later.

I enjoy chatting with many of the people I’ve met on SA.  But sometimes it makes me want to fuck so badly.  I know if I call him, he’ll come over.  No romance, candlelight, foreplay… just sex, energy, release.  Afterwards, I’m wide awake as usual while he has fallen into a deep sleep.  So, I start up the laptop on the desk in my bedroom.  I decide to chat until I am sleepy enough to join him again in bed.

I don’t realize that he’s watching me.  He hears me laughing.  He figures out why I’ve been calling him more than usual lately.  As I’m busy typing away, I suddenly feel him move behind my chair.  I look up in surprise and he smiles because he knows that I won’t stop him.  I start to squirm.  I don’t want anyone viewing my web cam to see this!

Before I fully recognize what’s happening, he has pulled my night shirt up from behind so that I am now exposed and he takes the material to secure my arms over my head so that I can’t type anymore.  He looks at the computer screen and notices that I have a number of people viewing my web cam.  He quietly asks me how it works so that he can open it up to anyone who wants to see me.  I don’t want to tell him, I’m already embarrassed that people can see my nudity and he can see how much I’m blushing.  So I refuse to answer him.

He moves my chair back so that he’s positioned between my body and the computer.  He spreads my legs so my leverage in the chair is unbalanced and I can’t really move.  He notices the web cam requests and starts accepting all of them.  I protest, telling him that I don’t know any of these people!  He kisses me to keep me quiet and starts typing in the chat room.  Oh no!  I yell at him to please stop, this isn’t funny anymore!  I try to release my arms from the tangle of my night shirt so that I can move out of the way or at least cover my nudity.  He informs me that he’ll be happy to gag and restrain me if necessary.  I know he’s serious so I stop struggling.  I begin to shake my head and quietly say, “No,” over and over again.  I feel like crying but at the same time I’m so turned on.

As soon as he is satisfied with his “audience,” he positions the web cam so that everyone can see my breasts, my pussy.  He’s a bit of an exhibitionist but I’ve never seen this side of him before.  He stands behind my chair and grabs a handful of hair at the back of my head so that my back is arched, my nipples are so hard.  He starts to kiss me and reaches down with his other hand to slide his fingers over my clit.  When he feels how wet I am, he starts to smile through the kiss.  Then he’s touching me in a way that I forget that everyone is watching.  He knows that I want him to do whatever he wants to do with me… over and over again.