Naughty or Nice?
By: Lola Sense
Tags: Short Story, Sexuality, Erotica, Women, Relationships

Dayana knew why she took so much pleasure in being a camgirl. Growing up in Eastern Europe in the nineties in a family that taught her to never stand out made her yearn for admiration. As a full-grown woman, she now had the freedom to explore expressing her sexuality for her own — and others’ — pleasure.

With the holidays approaching, Dayana opted that night for an exquisite satin nightie in jade that covered her thighs just enough to keep her admirers wanting. Her long, brown curls down to her belly button draped over her shoulders and breasts.

“U r so hot… I love watching you every night, angel…”

Dayana let out a little moan after reading this message. She played some music that made her feel seductive and confident and started dancing by a mirror. This was so relaxing after a hard day at work. In fact, each day in the life of a neuroscientist is downright difficult. But she was a work-hard, make-’em-hard kind of lady.

Her dance was slow and paced. Dayana took her time to really relax…with her eyes closed, she imagined the men and women watching her sway and parade her beauty. Because she really was one: despite her conservative daytime attire, her porcelain skin, generous thighs, and even more generous bust made heads turn even at the university where she worked.

But the evenings were hers to enjoy, to forget about her real life and embrace a fantasy in which she could show more, feel more, be more: pin-up girl, sexy mermaid, or naughty sorceress.

Messages kept rolling in from admirers asking for her to dance closer to the camera and slip out of her depriving, albeit enticing, garments. She untied the belt of her nightie and revealed a bodysuit with lacy straps that wrapped her body like a Rubenesque gift. The dinging of messages cascading sounded like Christmas bells.

This was Dayana’s favorite part of every evening when she webcammed: flooring the gas pedal toward ultimate satisfaction while others watched and pleasured themselves. She sat on the bed — at first, with her legs together, while still working her sinful titties between her chocolate curls. The strawberry-scented body lotion she had applied made her skin glisten in the fairy lights hanging all around her playroom.

Dayana’s breathing gradually became deeper and heavier. She opened her mouth and let a thick string of saliva fall from her tongue and drip from her lower lip all over the right nipple. With nimble movements, she skillfully spread the moisture over her chest while spreading her legs in a partial release of the stiff tension that had been building in her pussy.

Opening her eyes and staring right into the camera every now and then, Dayana was now in her own world of self-pleasure. She felt her slit dripping on her thighs so she angled herself so her viewers got a good look at her delicious sticky mess. Sliding effortlessly, her middle finger made up and down movements right between her swollen folds.

“Yeah, yeah…that’s right…fuck!” she sighed, carried away.

To prolong the pleasure, she stepped off the bed and brought her favorite toy: a rainbow dildo, all thick and jiggly. She sat back on the bed, legs together and titties bouncing ever so slightly while she slapped the tip of the cock on her clit and opening. She turned the toy to coat it in her juices and placed it in her expectant mouth.

Dayana loooooved her own taste. In the camera, she watched herself licking, sucking, and slapping the cute cock on her face with one hand, while the other massaged her outer labia. Her pussy was plump like a pink rose with petals made of candy.

“I taste so good… yummy…”

She smacked her lips and opened her mouth wide, tongue completely out, ready to receive as much cock as possible. She rammed the dildo in her mouth, strings of spit running down its sides and on her chin. She loved being messy.

Dayana then turned with her ass to the camera. The straps of her bodysuit accentuated her tight cheeks while showcasing her swollen pussy and delightful anus like precious museum pieces. Twerking rhythmically, she teased her slit again with the colorful dick, which she soon crammed into her throbbing honeypot. She preferred delicate, prolonged thrusts, to which she gleefully moaned and purred.

In moments like these, she wanted to do so many things to her body in front of her admirers, who were showering her with cash gifts. She was possessed by pure bliss. After a few minutes of pleasuring herself from behind straight into the lens, it was time for some titty fucking. She couldn’t just neglect them like that…

Showing her best side to the camera, she rubbed the dildo between her breasts, repeatedly giving a gratifying lick to the rubber tip. At this point, Dayana really couldn’t hold on any longer. Even the lightest touch on her clit would have made her pussy explode. Edging on that sensation for a few minutes, she felt like she was flying on a cloud of sweetness while a thousand angels were licking, rubbing, stroking, and caressing her melting body.

At last, she lay on her back. Barely touching her clit with the dildo, she came with a long, melodic sigh. Her fans got a close look at her gushing pussy and hardly noticeable bounce in her breasts while she climaxed.

Playing with her juicy middle finger on her tongue, Dayana ended her steamy holiday stream waving her admirers Happy Holidays…