Back to my house I couldn't stop thinking about that woman. I had a desire to feel her again, but the Ocean separated us. My luck was having an absorbing job that I dedicated many hours to and allowed me to distract my mind during the day, but at night I connected to Skype to talk to her. Without major vices Andrea became my drug.
I didn't understand very well why I was so obsessed with a woman I barely knew. Adding up all the hours we had spent together didn't even reach 24. Not a single complete day with her and it drove me crazy. I didn't know who she was, where she lived, what her environment was like, and there was no way to verify everything she had told me. So I decided to investigate on my own. My internet search yielded results and in a few minutes I found her name... linked to a porn page. At first, I thought it could be another woman with the same name, but when the photo appeared all doubts were cleared up. It was her in her most slutty and vicious version. She was leaning against a stool wearing red intimate clothing, showing off her long and well-turned legs and her mischievous face. I got up and walked around the house from the bathroom to the kitchen and from there to the bedroom. I looked at her profile again, where she invited readers to join her webcam show.
I admit that I was disillusioned. The first thing that went through my head is that I shouldn't make any kind of illusion about her. Andrea was the owner of her life and had every right to live it as she wanted.
What deeply puzzled me is that at the same time those thoughts were going through my head, my cock got so hard. A palpable example of what Woody Allen said in one of his movies, my mind and my cock don't get along. While I was thinking one thing, the other was walking in the opposite direction. I think the dispute ended up being won by my cock, because in a few minutes I found myself imagining Andrea standing in front of her cam, giving pleasure to dozens of men simultaneously with... Her womanish perverted face, and especially her pervertidora one. That night I masturbated with that image in my mind and it was inspiration for other memorable jerks, but I decided not to tell her anything about my discovery.
I kept going with my life and during those months I had sporadic relationships with three women. A meeting with each of them that I'll go on telling later, but after those three ejaculations the image that drew in my mind would be the same: Andrea.
She was living temporarily in Medellín at that moment and staying at a hotel. The signal she received in her room wasn't always enough and very often went to a cyber to talk to me. Slowly we got to know each other and confirmed that the desire was shared and grew more and more with time. Conversations usually ended with tensions, humidities, and challenges.
I- I'm dying to touch your ass.
Andrea- Uuuuuuuuuuuuuufffffffff
I- You know that drives me crazy.
Andrea- If I read things like that I get turned on.
I- Mmmmmmmm...
Andrea- It's because you have the ability to make me horny.
I- Have you gotten wet again like the other day?
Andrea- Only with one sentence. I got really wet.
I- Where are you?
Andrea- In a Cyber.
I- Can you connect the cam?
When connecting the webcam my heart would beat a little stronger and faster, even more so when I was sure Andrea was horny. She never lied about that, but on several occasions I asked for an irrefutable guarantee of what she said.
I- I want to know how wet you are.
Andrea- I'm very wet!
I- Put your finger in.
Andrea is not one of those who cut themselves off or beg when they're hot, even if they're in a cyber surrounded by people. She simply put her hand in with more or less discretion, took it out and brought her index and middle fingers to the cam, separated them and looked satisfied as the viscosity of her vaginal fluid formed an abundant film between her fingers. The confirmation of her heat. The wicked face that always accompanied that action provoked inevitable tensions under my pants.
Those conversations repeated themselves very often with some variations. Sometimes I would get excited just by her getting up from her seat with any excuse. She would walk around a bit so I could see how her pants fit her precious ass, how nice her cleavage looked or how bold her new mini skirt was. My reaction was always the same: palpitations and immediate erection.
One time she went to a cyber that had machines with a small separator. That gave some intimacy, but it could be seen from some points in the room. A conversation about daily life passed, like almost always, into an uninhibited description of hardness and humidity. The conversation got more and more intense until she took out her cock for me to see how I was getting hard. She, not to be left behind, hiding behind her PC position, grabbed the cam, put it between her legs, under the mini skirt, separated the panties and let me see how her finger entered her vagina and left that string of saliva when it came out. I kept masturbating my penis in front of the screen and she accelerated her movements. Her fingers almost disappeared from the monitor due to the speed at which she moved them. She also brought the microphone closer so I could hear the wonderful sound of her pussy chap, chap, chap.... Sometimes she would bring the cam up again for me to see her hot slut face. She was exciting herself by masturbating in a public place full of people. Her face passed from fleeting vigilance to carefree pleasure. She was going to come because she couldn't take it anymore...
Andrea - Come on, you son of a slut! I can't take it anymore!
I told her to put the cam showing her face. I got very excited seeing her expression when she came, even more so knowing that others could see and she had to contain her moans. I tried to appear... normality, but I couldn't achieve it. My earphones with microphone remained next to my pussy “chap, chap, chap…” I recovered them so I could hear myself.
I - I have a lot of cum accumulated, do you want to see it?
She nodded her head and opened her lips in a submissive reception signal. She moved aside a bit from the cam so she could see the trajectory of my shot, since when I'm this loaded I usually launch my semen at pressure. I waited until I saw that face of pleasure on hers every time she came. If someone had passed by her machine at that moment, she wouldn't have stopped masturbating because when she's in that state all moral norms are deactivated. I couldn't resist anymore and my cum shot out while I was watching her satisfied slut face. I wet the floor, keyboard, and screen. Work made me clean everything up well.
We calmed down and smiled at our mischief. At a certain moment, she made a surprised face and said:
Andrea - Oh Angel! I think we forgot something.
I - What?
Andrea - This cyber has four security cameras. Someone will have a good time when they review them- she said laughing.
I think it was because someone might have discovered us that she decided not to go back to that cyber and connect with me from the common room of the hotel. Normally, it was full of people and I didn't connect my cam. One time the topic of secrets came up and I told her we all had some hidden, to which she replied that she didn't have any.
I - Are you sure you don't have any?
Andrea - As far as I know, no.
I - I don't want to accuse you because I know I have no right to do so, but I've discovered something about you. You told me you worked as an entrepreneur, but I saw your photo on a webcamers' page.
She listened to me attentively and then confessed everything to me, step by step.
Andrea - It was something I had almost forgotten. It happened about five years ago and probably remained in internet. At a certain moment my company had serious solvency problems, a friend told me she was making a lot of money as a webcam model and that I would make myself rich with my body. I worked there for two weeks and honestly, it wasn't so bad. I enjoyed seeing how the men drooled over everything I said and did to them.
Despite still having some prejudices floating around in my head, my cock won the battle again.
What were you saying? What were you doing?
Andrea - Do you really want to know?
Yes, I replied as I noticed my cock getting even harder.
Andrea - The company lent me a mini studio for work. There were two or three more studios in that building. In that space, I had a bed, sheets, my toys and a computer with cam from which I could chat with all my clients.
How many did you talk to at the same time?
Andrea - Many. I didn't see them normally, but they saw me and knew through their comments that they liked what they were seeing.
I kept them well-pegged, but what they valued most was that I would do it infrequently in that medium. Only occasionally would I show a nipple or part of my Booty. The mind is much more erotic than any part of the body and I used it.
Certainly Andrea, besides having a privileged physique, she's a woman with great intuition, good sense of humor and intelligence. Can you imagine what all that together in front of a webcam?
Andrea - I would talk about my fantasies, how I liked to have sex and how I would do them. I would access some of the suggestions they wrote, but not all. Sometimes I'd get up so they could see me well in intimate clothing, move away a bit or turn around for them to see my tiny ass standing, then I'd turn around and looking straight at the camera, I'd put my fingers between my legs, bring them to my mouth and lick them slowly. Then someone always wanted a private. finality was that, the more private shows we had, the more money I earned... and I earned a lot. The client would pay and then Andrea's show would start. Many times the client would say what they wanted me to do, other times they would follow my instincts as a seductive woman. I'd caress my breasts and sex while telling them all the dirty things that went through my head, which are many. On some occasions, I'd use one of my toys, but to be honest, my shows didn't last too long because my clients would come quickly. I think they got too excited by what they saw.
You - And did you get turned on?
Andrea - No, never. Women need more things to get turned on. It's not enough for them to say they have a hard cock. Only once, with an older client who started talking about variety of things, I felt aroused. He told me he didn't believe I was 22, that I was much younger. He entered the private and when I started slowly taking off my thong, he told me to stop, asked if it wasn't his thing, and he said yes, but that I was too young. I did what I would have done in any private show, but the initial resistance of that gentleman got me turned on. I kept putting my hand between my legs and the gentleman got turned on. He told me he couldn't take it anymore and started masturbating, although I only saw his face. I felt butterflies in my stomach and continued with my show.
My cock, the one who doesn't understand prejudices, was already hard for a good while. Andrea's description, far from horrifying me, activated an unknown excitement in me until that moment. I started masturbating, I think she sensed it and kept telling her story without holding back details.
You - Did you like him?
Andrea - Yes, but I didn't know to what extent. Unlike other times, my pussy was getting wet, something I didn't understand very well. He told me he had been wanting me for a long time, but didn't want the feeling that I was just pleasing him. At that moment, I didn't want... Pleasing him, to my surprise I was pleasing myself too, the moans weren't fake and my sex's cum was real. I got on all fours so he could have a good view of my Booty, knew it drove him crazy and kept masturbating with my fingers. After a while I turned around so he could see how wet my hand was. With that he'd know my pleasure was authentic and manifesting through my wet vagina. He could see the excitement on his face on my screen and his expression of pleasure made me even hornier. He asked if I wanted to see his member. Of course I did. At that moment I would have preferred sucking it, but I had to settle for that.
Oh, you're making me sick! You're a slut!
I was going through a tough time in my life and hadn't had sex or masturbated in months, but that guy erased all of that and made my pussy a fountain. I lay down so he could see how my fingers disappeared into my sex and already thought more about my pleasure than his. What I felt was too good. I told him I was about to come, moved my hand as fast as I could rubbing myself and started having spasms of pleasure. The guy couldn't take it anymore and came too. I even had time to see the last jets coming out of his cock.
His story got me so excited that I told him I'd come. Even in the common room she said wait, look if there's internet in the room. She went over but the signal was weak, only opening the door could get enough coverage for the video call, so she didn't close it.
Are you still hard?
Not even close. You're a real slut.
You make me feel like that. Can I see how you've gotten yourself off?
I lowered the camera so he could see how hard my cock was. It was still moving up and down, even under the effects of his story.
Always get you hot. See your erect penis and it got me all wet down there.
I - Well, go ahead and pet her.
Andrea - I can't, I left the door open and someone might see me.
I - Does that really matter to you?
Andrea went on taking off her clothes with good intentions. Each piece of clothing falling was an extra thrill for me. She showed off her magnificent body to control my pleasure and started caressing her nipples, her most sensitive part. In a couple of minutes, she was already masturbating standing up. Anyone could enter her room and see her like that. I tried not to make a noise, but I'm not sure if I succeeded.
I - Bring your pussy to the camera.
Andrea brought her pink and always wet sex to the cam. Although the image sometimes froze, I could see perfectly how she played with it, opening her lips with one hand and putting two fingers from the other that came out completely soaked.
I - Lie down and come like you did with your lord.
She lay on the bed, opened her legs, and started rubbing herself shamelessly knowing that the door to her room was open. I don't think she cared at that moment; she wanted to come and see how I did it too. She looked fixedly at the screen enjoying the result of her experience narrated, a member erect and about to burst.
Andrea - Come first!
I came a few seconds after hearing her order. It seemed like there were more usual shots coming out. Andrea saw them, accelerated her hand rubbing her clitoris even more, and started moaning and having spasms on her bed. I, after my orgasm, could already start thinking that it was unlikely no one in the hotel would have found out what was happening in that room. Once relaxed but still with shaky legs, Andrea got up, went to the door, and closed it without even looking to see if someone was near. I think she didn't care too much.
Andrea - (laughing) I think I made a bit of noise.
I - You're a bit of a slut.
Andrea - Maybe... and maybe not that much. How many women have you been with in your life? I - With some. Andrea - Could you count them on the fingers of your hands? I - No. Andrea - And could you count them on the fingers and toes of your hands? I - Neither. Andrea - I only had consenting relationships with two men. You were the third. It seemed difficult to understand at that moment that a woman who enjoyed sex in such a reckless, beautiful, and sensual way like Andrea, at 25 years old, would have only had sexual relations with two other men more. I admit that I doubted it, but later I certified she wasn't lying. I was falling in love with a Saint... the most slutty Saint I had ever known in my life.
I didn't understand very well why I was so obsessed with a woman I barely knew. Adding up all the hours we had spent together didn't even reach 24. Not a single complete day with her and it drove me crazy. I didn't know who she was, where she lived, what her environment was like, and there was no way to verify everything she had told me. So I decided to investigate on my own. My internet search yielded results and in a few minutes I found her name... linked to a porn page. At first, I thought it could be another woman with the same name, but when the photo appeared all doubts were cleared up. It was her in her most slutty and vicious version. She was leaning against a stool wearing red intimate clothing, showing off her long and well-turned legs and her mischievous face. I got up and walked around the house from the bathroom to the kitchen and from there to the bedroom. I looked at her profile again, where she invited readers to join her webcam show.
I admit that I was disillusioned. The first thing that went through my head is that I shouldn't make any kind of illusion about her. Andrea was the owner of her life and had every right to live it as she wanted.
What deeply puzzled me is that at the same time those thoughts were going through my head, my cock got so hard. A palpable example of what Woody Allen said in one of his movies, my mind and my cock don't get along. While I was thinking one thing, the other was walking in the opposite direction. I think the dispute ended up being won by my cock, because in a few minutes I found myself imagining Andrea standing in front of her cam, giving pleasure to dozens of men simultaneously with... Her womanish perverted face, and especially her pervertidora one. That night I masturbated with that image in my mind and it was inspiration for other memorable jerks, but I decided not to tell her anything about my discovery.
I kept going with my life and during those months I had sporadic relationships with three women. A meeting with each of them that I'll go on telling later, but after those three ejaculations the image that drew in my mind would be the same: Andrea.
She was living temporarily in Medellín at that moment and staying at a hotel. The signal she received in her room wasn't always enough and very often went to a cyber to talk to me. Slowly we got to know each other and confirmed that the desire was shared and grew more and more with time. Conversations usually ended with tensions, humidities, and challenges.
I- I'm dying to touch your ass.
Andrea- Uuuuuuuuuuuuuufffffffff
I- You know that drives me crazy.
Andrea- If I read things like that I get turned on.
I- Mmmmmmmm...
Andrea- It's because you have the ability to make me horny.
I- Have you gotten wet again like the other day?
Andrea- Only with one sentence. I got really wet.
I- Where are you?
Andrea- In a Cyber.
I- Can you connect the cam?
When connecting the webcam my heart would beat a little stronger and faster, even more so when I was sure Andrea was horny. She never lied about that, but on several occasions I asked for an irrefutable guarantee of what she said.
I- I want to know how wet you are.
Andrea- I'm very wet!
I- Put your finger in.
Andrea is not one of those who cut themselves off or beg when they're hot, even if they're in a cyber surrounded by people. She simply put her hand in with more or less discretion, took it out and brought her index and middle fingers to the cam, separated them and looked satisfied as the viscosity of her vaginal fluid formed an abundant film between her fingers. The confirmation of her heat. The wicked face that always accompanied that action provoked inevitable tensions under my pants.
Those conversations repeated themselves very often with some variations. Sometimes I would get excited just by her getting up from her seat with any excuse. She would walk around a bit so I could see how her pants fit her precious ass, how nice her cleavage looked or how bold her new mini skirt was. My reaction was always the same: palpitations and immediate erection.
One time she went to a cyber that had machines with a small separator. That gave some intimacy, but it could be seen from some points in the room. A conversation about daily life passed, like almost always, into an uninhibited description of hardness and humidity. The conversation got more and more intense until she took out her cock for me to see how I was getting hard. She, not to be left behind, hiding behind her PC position, grabbed the cam, put it between her legs, under the mini skirt, separated the panties and let me see how her finger entered her vagina and left that string of saliva when it came out. I kept masturbating my penis in front of the screen and she accelerated her movements. Her fingers almost disappeared from the monitor due to the speed at which she moved them. She also brought the microphone closer so I could hear the wonderful sound of her pussy chap, chap, chap.... Sometimes she would bring the cam up again for me to see her hot slut face. She was exciting herself by masturbating in a public place full of people. Her face passed from fleeting vigilance to carefree pleasure. She was going to come because she couldn't take it anymore...
Andrea - Come on, you son of a slut! I can't take it anymore!
I told her to put the cam showing her face. I got very excited seeing her expression when she came, even more so knowing that others could see and she had to contain her moans. I tried to appear... normality, but I couldn't achieve it. My earphones with microphone remained next to my pussy “chap, chap, chap…” I recovered them so I could hear myself.
I - I have a lot of cum accumulated, do you want to see it?
She nodded her head and opened her lips in a submissive reception signal. She moved aside a bit from the cam so she could see the trajectory of my shot, since when I'm this loaded I usually launch my semen at pressure. I waited until I saw that face of pleasure on hers every time she came. If someone had passed by her machine at that moment, she wouldn't have stopped masturbating because when she's in that state all moral norms are deactivated. I couldn't resist anymore and my cum shot out while I was watching her satisfied slut face. I wet the floor, keyboard, and screen. Work made me clean everything up well.
We calmed down and smiled at our mischief. At a certain moment, she made a surprised face and said:
Andrea - Oh Angel! I think we forgot something.
I - What?
Andrea - This cyber has four security cameras. Someone will have a good time when they review them- she said laughing.
I think it was because someone might have discovered us that she decided not to go back to that cyber and connect with me from the common room of the hotel. Normally, it was full of people and I didn't connect my cam. One time the topic of secrets came up and I told her we all had some hidden, to which she replied that she didn't have any.
I - Are you sure you don't have any?
Andrea - As far as I know, no.
I - I don't want to accuse you because I know I have no right to do so, but I've discovered something about you. You told me you worked as an entrepreneur, but I saw your photo on a webcamers' page.
She listened to me attentively and then confessed everything to me, step by step.
Andrea - It was something I had almost forgotten. It happened about five years ago and probably remained in internet. At a certain moment my company had serious solvency problems, a friend told me she was making a lot of money as a webcam model and that I would make myself rich with my body. I worked there for two weeks and honestly, it wasn't so bad. I enjoyed seeing how the men drooled over everything I said and did to them.
Despite still having some prejudices floating around in my head, my cock won the battle again.
What were you saying? What were you doing?
Andrea - Do you really want to know?
Yes, I replied as I noticed my cock getting even harder.
Andrea - The company lent me a mini studio for work. There were two or three more studios in that building. In that space, I had a bed, sheets, my toys and a computer with cam from which I could chat with all my clients.
How many did you talk to at the same time?
Andrea - Many. I didn't see them normally, but they saw me and knew through their comments that they liked what they were seeing.
I kept them well-pegged, but what they valued most was that I would do it infrequently in that medium. Only occasionally would I show a nipple or part of my Booty. The mind is much more erotic than any part of the body and I used it.
Certainly Andrea, besides having a privileged physique, she's a woman with great intuition, good sense of humor and intelligence. Can you imagine what all that together in front of a webcam?
Andrea - I would talk about my fantasies, how I liked to have sex and how I would do them. I would access some of the suggestions they wrote, but not all. Sometimes I'd get up so they could see me well in intimate clothing, move away a bit or turn around for them to see my tiny ass standing, then I'd turn around and looking straight at the camera, I'd put my fingers between my legs, bring them to my mouth and lick them slowly. Then someone always wanted a private. finality was that, the more private shows we had, the more money I earned... and I earned a lot. The client would pay and then Andrea's show would start. Many times the client would say what they wanted me to do, other times they would follow my instincts as a seductive woman. I'd caress my breasts and sex while telling them all the dirty things that went through my head, which are many. On some occasions, I'd use one of my toys, but to be honest, my shows didn't last too long because my clients would come quickly. I think they got too excited by what they saw.
You - And did you get turned on?
Andrea - No, never. Women need more things to get turned on. It's not enough for them to say they have a hard cock. Only once, with an older client who started talking about variety of things, I felt aroused. He told me he didn't believe I was 22, that I was much younger. He entered the private and when I started slowly taking off my thong, he told me to stop, asked if it wasn't his thing, and he said yes, but that I was too young. I did what I would have done in any private show, but the initial resistance of that gentleman got me turned on. I kept putting my hand between my legs and the gentleman got turned on. He told me he couldn't take it anymore and started masturbating, although I only saw his face. I felt butterflies in my stomach and continued with my show.
My cock, the one who doesn't understand prejudices, was already hard for a good while. Andrea's description, far from horrifying me, activated an unknown excitement in me until that moment. I started masturbating, I think she sensed it and kept telling her story without holding back details.
You - Did you like him?
Andrea - Yes, but I didn't know to what extent. Unlike other times, my pussy was getting wet, something I didn't understand very well. He told me he had been wanting me for a long time, but didn't want the feeling that I was just pleasing him. At that moment, I didn't want... Pleasing him, to my surprise I was pleasing myself too, the moans weren't fake and my sex's cum was real. I got on all fours so he could have a good view of my Booty, knew it drove him crazy and kept masturbating with my fingers. After a while I turned around so he could see how wet my hand was. With that he'd know my pleasure was authentic and manifesting through my wet vagina. He could see the excitement on his face on my screen and his expression of pleasure made me even hornier. He asked if I wanted to see his member. Of course I did. At that moment I would have preferred sucking it, but I had to settle for that.
Oh, you're making me sick! You're a slut!
I was going through a tough time in my life and hadn't had sex or masturbated in months, but that guy erased all of that and made my pussy a fountain. I lay down so he could see how my fingers disappeared into my sex and already thought more about my pleasure than his. What I felt was too good. I told him I was about to come, moved my hand as fast as I could rubbing myself and started having spasms of pleasure. The guy couldn't take it anymore and came too. I even had time to see the last jets coming out of his cock.
His story got me so excited that I told him I'd come. Even in the common room she said wait, look if there's internet in the room. She went over but the signal was weak, only opening the door could get enough coverage for the video call, so she didn't close it.
Are you still hard?
Not even close. You're a real slut.
You make me feel like that. Can I see how you've gotten yourself off?
I lowered the camera so he could see how hard my cock was. It was still moving up and down, even under the effects of his story.
Always get you hot. See your erect penis and it got me all wet down there.
I - Well, go ahead and pet her.
Andrea - I can't, I left the door open and someone might see me.
I - Does that really matter to you?
Andrea went on taking off her clothes with good intentions. Each piece of clothing falling was an extra thrill for me. She showed off her magnificent body to control my pleasure and started caressing her nipples, her most sensitive part. In a couple of minutes, she was already masturbating standing up. Anyone could enter her room and see her like that. I tried not to make a noise, but I'm not sure if I succeeded.
I - Bring your pussy to the camera.
Andrea brought her pink and always wet sex to the cam. Although the image sometimes froze, I could see perfectly how she played with it, opening her lips with one hand and putting two fingers from the other that came out completely soaked.
I - Lie down and come like you did with your lord.
She lay on the bed, opened her legs, and started rubbing herself shamelessly knowing that the door to her room was open. I don't think she cared at that moment; she wanted to come and see how I did it too. She looked fixedly at the screen enjoying the result of her experience narrated, a member erect and about to burst.
Andrea - Come first!
I came a few seconds after hearing her order. It seemed like there were more usual shots coming out. Andrea saw them, accelerated her hand rubbing her clitoris even more, and started moaning and having spasms on her bed. I, after my orgasm, could already start thinking that it was unlikely no one in the hotel would have found out what was happening in that room. Once relaxed but still with shaky legs, Andrea got up, went to the door, and closed it without even looking to see if someone was near. I think she didn't care too much.
Andrea - (laughing) I think I made a bit of noise.
I - You're a bit of a slut.
Andrea - Maybe... and maybe not that much. How many women have you been with in your life? I - With some. Andrea - Could you count them on the fingers of your hands? I - No. Andrea - And could you count them on the fingers and toes of your hands? I - Neither. Andrea - I only had consenting relationships with two men. You were the third. It seemed difficult to understand at that moment that a woman who enjoyed sex in such a reckless, beautiful, and sensual way like Andrea, at 25 years old, would have only had sexual relations with two other men more. I admit that I doubted it, but later I certified she wasn't lying. I was falling in love with a Saint... the most slutty Saint I had ever known in my life.
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