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A Second Life

When Jimmy Dolan, the computer guy, showed up at my apartment, and with Deb sitting right beside me, I laid it on the line to him, “We’re going to be putting on steamy sex shows for a very select group of men from around the country. We don’t want it to come off as too amateurish, and we don’t want it to take us thirty minutes to move from one room to another with the cams.”

When we walked around our apartment, we decided on four cams for each bedroom, two in the kitchen, three in the hot tub room, four in the living room, and three in each bathroom. The mention of having cams in the bathrooms raised the eyebrows of both Deb and Jimmy, so I had to defend that decision, “Hey, who knows what kind of perverts we’re going to run across. And we need one handheld cam to put wherever we want.”

After checking out my new Dell laptop and then testing our cable internet modem, he was ready to get down to business, “How much are you willing to spend for a state of the art webcam system?”

I shrugged, “Hell, I don’t know. Are we talking hundreds or thousands?”

Jimmy laughed, “You’ll probably have to upgrade the bandwidth from your internet provider which means an additional fee and a new modem. That shouldn’t cost you too much. I’m guessing four or five thousand for the other equipment and another two thousand for my time, but I’ll cut my labor in half if you give me permission to tap into the feed from the cams.”

Deb burst out in laughter, “You naughty, naughty boy.”

“If we agree to that, your labor is free . . . and I can guarantee you won’t be disappointed. I do have a condition though: Since you know our address, when you and your buddies are huddled around your computer having a circle jerk wile watching us, you can’t let them know our names or our address.”

Jimmy only thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing.

I immediately grabbed my phone and called Arthur. After giving him a brief overview of what we were considering, I told him, “Look, I can’t afford the equipment right up front. Will you give me a business loan to help with that? And Arthur, I do mean LOAN! I don’t expect you to pay for it.”

“Sure, just use the credit card, no problem, but you have to pay me interest. I’m thinking of a rate of . . . you letting me watch for free.” And then he laughed out loud for a long time.

* * *

Two weeks later, the bandwidth was in place with a new modem, and the cams were all in place. Jimmy explained, “If you want to take some of the cams off line, you can do that from this control panel, but when you connect with your primary viewer, they will be in control of which cam zooms in, and which ones don’t. They can only zoom into one at a time, but they can change from one to the other at will. The other people watching . . . like me, will have to live with the primary viewer’s decisions.”

Next, Jimmy opened up an app on my laptop to show me how the interaction works. It appeared to be a normal looking chat room with a list of attendees on the right. But instead of the middle of the screen being for text, it was filled with small squares, each of which showed the video feed from a different cam. Each user can resize a picture at will, but only the primary viewer can control the zoom on the cams themselves.

And then he opened up his own laptop and logged into the same app. Once he’d entered his password, his name showed up on the list to the right. “Now, if you highlight a name on the list, that user becomes the primary viewer. Any chat request will show up on a tab on the bottom of the screen, but I assume you’ll have your primary viewer on the phone, so unless you’re just in the mood to chat, you don’t have to stay at your laptop.”

“That’s just too cool.” Deb exclaimed. “We can just go about our daily lives, cooking, cleaning, sleeping, fucking or whatever.”

I had a couple of questions for Jimmy, “So anyone who has a password can log on anytime they want?”

“Yes, unless you right click on their name and block them or disable their password.”

“How about the guys who want to do a cam to cam so we can watch them jack off?”

“If they’re on cam, there will be an icon beside their name. All you have to do is click on their cam icon.”

Deb took that opportunity to tease Jimmy, “I’m guessing you’ll have a cam icon by your name, won’t you?”

“I’m between girlfriends right now, so that’s a distinct possibility.”

We all three burst out laughing.

* * *

I added a paragraph to the narrative on my Sugar Babies profile. Later that evening, I called Arthur and told him to call me when he was in front of his computer with time to set up the cam app.

When he called, I told him where to find and download the app, and then I gave him the password I’d set up for him. When he got it up and running, I highlighted his name to make him the primary viewer. I had to chuckle when I saw Jimmy’s name was on the list.

“Damn, you have cameras everywhere.” Arthur exclaimed.

After telling him how to zoom in a cam, I giggled and then crooked a finger to Deb. And then I said to Arthur, “You can practice by zooming in on this.” And I started kissing Deb and feeling her up.

“Wow! The cams are great. I can zoom right in. It’s great—still better in person though. And speaking of that, when can you come down here again?”

“I’ll tell you what: if you give us a few weeks to get this new thing up and running, we’ll both come down for an extended stay. In the meantime, you have permanent access to the cams but the guys who pay extra will get turns at controlling the zooms. We’re both feeling a little frisky, so you might want to tune in around bedtime.”

“Sweet.”

* * *

The next time I passed by my laptop, I noticed that both Arthur and Jimmy were still logged on. “What are you doing?” Deb asked me when she looked over from her cooking and saw me stripping.

I giggled, “I’m just giving the boys a little show.”

“Boys? Is Jimmy still watching too?”

“Who knows, but he’s still logged onto the app.”

“This is going to be wild—never knowing who is watching what cam, especially when we have a couple of dozen guys on the list.”

“I know. I’m going to run take a quick shower before dinner.”

* * *

“Oh God! Mummmm, Art, she’s getting really, really good at eating pussy.” Deb said toward the cell phone lying on the next pillow.

I looked up long enough to say, “Practice, practice, practice.” And then I went right back to licking her clit.

Art’s voice came over the speaker, “It’s easy when the pussy is as sweet as yours . . . hers too.”

* * *

It only took a week to get our tenth cam member. We gave each one a free twenty-four hours to check us out before deciding to join. Our fee was simple: five hundred a month for a basic membership, and a thousand a month for a premium membership. If they chose the “basic”, they could view anytime they wanted, but that’s all. The “premium” membership gave them phone calls and cam to cam once a week, and during their phone call, they could be the “director”, telling us what they wanted to see us do. Nothing but scat play and serious pain was off the table. Only two of our first ten members chose the “basic” membership.

Our first phone call with a primary user started tame enough. There were twelve names in the list of viewers, our ten members plus Arthur and Jimmy. Gary instructed us to stand in the middle of the living room and undress each other. That completed, he instructed us to make out. It was uncanny that we could hear first one cam and then another zooming in.

“Do you have any toys?” Gary asked.

We’d purchased a wide variety of vibes and dildos, including one double-headed dildo and a strap on with several interchangeable cocks that we’d already used. We went into the bedroom, pulled the box from the closet and dumped the toys onto the bed. Then Deb and I picked up each toy and held it up for everyone to see.

“Dallas, you put on the strap on. Debra, get on your hands and knees on the foot of the bed and stick your ass in the air so she can fuck you from behind.”

When I had the device in place, Deb dropped to her knees and began licking and sucking it. “That’s right, bitch, suck my big cock.” I said with a giggle.

Deb moved to the bed and assumed the position, so I got behind her and began licking her pussy. “I need to get her wet enough to take it.”

When her pussy was sufficiently lubricated, I stood up and began easing the head of the cock into her. It wasn’t long before I was fucking her in a controlled rhythm.

Gary’s voice on the speaker was both needy and firm, “Fuck her harder. Stick your finger in her ass.”

I felt Deb’s body tense, but I pulled the fake cock out of her pussy and used her juices to lubricate my index finger, and then I put the cock back into her and resumed fucking her. It took me over a minute, but I managed to work my finger into her tight asshole. To my surprise, and I’m sure hers, I’d only gotten it in to the first knuckle when she came loudly and intensely. While she was cumming, I used my other hand to slap her ass briskly.

* * *

For the second part of our phone call with Gary, Deb and I moved the laptop into the bedroom and plugged the wide screen TV up to it. When we were ready, we clicked on the cam icon next to Gary’s name. Now we could lie on my bed and play with each other while watching him jack off.

We made sure to give him verbal encouragement as well as visual stimulation. “Oh my god, Deb, look at his beautiful cock.” And “Stroke it slower, Gary. We don’t want you to cum too quickly. We’re really enjoying watching you do it.”

Every minute or so, we’d kiss, making sure he could see plenty of tongue action. And we’d constantly play with each other’s tits and pussy. When he finally started to shoot huge streams of milky cum, we made a big deal of it, “Ummmm, damn, I wish we were there so we could catch that beautiful cum in our mouths and share it with each other.”

He seemed to really enjoy that.

* * *

Our second day on cam was more challenging. Robert wasn’t satisfied with one of us putting a finger in the other’s ass. He wanted us to use the strap on. I knew Deb was scared to death of that, so I volunteered to take it. I’d already prepared myself mentally for the possibility of one or more of the men wanting to see that.

I changed out the cock on the strap on for a slightly smaller version and lubed it up. And then I handed Deb the handheld cam, knowing it would be difficult for the other cams to zoom in closely on the action. And then I told Deb, “Just take it slow. I’ll let you know if you’re hurting me too much.”

Before I got on my knees on the edge of the bed, I went to the laptop and made the picture of the handheld cam bigger. I couldn’t zoom it in though, only Robert could do that. Then I positioned myself on the bed in a way that allowed me to watch the video on the TV. I wanted to see what our audience was seeing.

It didn’t surprise me when it only took Deb a minute or so to work the entire cock into my ass. I’d long since accepted that my body was built for sex. And it didn’t surprise me when I began cumming almost immediately.

Deb was slowly easing the cock in and out of my ass, and it felt incredible. For both Robert’s benefit and mine, I urged Deb to fuck me for real. She giggled and said, “Okay, you asked for it.” And then she started slamming her cock into me for all she was worth.

Gary said with awe in his voice, “Damn, that’s too fucking hot.”

I must admit, seeing the cock slamming into my ass over and over, with such a close up view was awesome, even though Deb couldn’t hold the cam still. I just kept cumming, even without playing with my clit at all. Just as I’d done more than once, when the big orgasm hit me, I blacked out.

* * *

Later that night, Arthur called and told me, “That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Deb and I both laughed and I said, “Oh, so now I guess you’re going to want to fuck me in the ass, huh?”

“Hell yeah!”

I laughed again and then told him, “Then you’d better stock up on lube.”

* * *

Things got a little kinky our third evening on cam. Alex wanted to see both of us pee. And then he added, “Up close and personal. Use the hand cam you used yesterday.”

We teased him a little about being kinky, but in truth, neither of us had any problem with his request. At least he hadn’t asked us to pee on each other, or worse.

We told him we’d both peed just before getting on cam, so we’d need something to drink and some time. He didn’t have a problem with that, so we went to the kitchen, fixed ourselves drinks and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Alex used that time to grill us with questions. He wanted to know everything from how old we were when we first had sex, to the “wildest” things we’d ever done. I had to make up most of my answers. Just to make it better for him, I told him I’d started fucking my older brother when I was thirteen and my dad when I was sixteen. I added, “My mother watched and joined in sometimes.”

The thing about lies is that you have to have a good memory, so I made a mental note to jot down notes to remind myself later.

While I was telling Alex those things, Deb’s eyes were getting wider and wider. There was no way I could give her any indication they were lies, since there were cams looking at us from every direction.

After two drinks and about forty-five minutes, Deb and I retrieved the handheld cam and headed to the bathroom. I sat the phone on the edge of the tub and had Deb sit on the toilet. She spread her pussy open as much as she could, and I held the cam as close to her pussy as I felt was safe. “How’s that view?” I asked Alex.

“Perfect!”

And then I said to Deb, “Okay, let her rip.”

It took her almost a full minute, but then she started, just a trickle at first, and then a full stream. I was sure Alex could not only see it, but hear it splashing into the toilet as well.

When she was finished, for Alex’s benefit, I told her to stay like she was. It was difficult to hold the cam in place while I rolled off some toilet paper, but I managed. And then I dried her pussy.

We switched places and repeated the whole process. When we were finished, we asked Alex if he was ready to jack off for us. His voice sounded a little embarrassed when he told us, “Sorry, it’s too late for that.”

* * *

TINA

“So, were you ever asked to do something by your cam viewers that you had to refuse?”

Dallas chuckled, “No. Some of the pee and anal requests got a little wild sometimes, but nothing too extreme.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to fix something to eat and have a stiff drink.”

Dallas laughed out loud, “And a visit with Oscar tonight. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve been squirming in your chair for the last two hours.”

She was right, of course. Looking at her and listening to her relate the details of her sexual escapades had me horny as hell. I tried to change the subject, “How long did you do the cam thing?”

“We’ve never stopped. Deb is holding down the fort for me while I’m down here with you. We have several dozen viewers now. Before I leave here, I’ll hook you up so you can watch anytime you want.”

I decided having a drink was more urgent than eating, so I mixed myself a Jack and Coke and headed out to the hot tub. Dallas wasn’t far behind me. When she crawled into the water, I asked her, “Do you still see Arthur?”

“Of course. We’ll never dump Art. He’s the one who helped me get my new life off the ground. Deb and I still see Linda and Lisa sometimes too. I’ll never forget what they did for me . . . and Danny, we make sure to stay in touch with him too.”

“Have you developed a relationship with any other Sugar Daddies—in person, I mean?”

She shook her head, “No, we haven’t had any reason to. The cam thing is safer and very, very lucrative. We don’t even accept money from Art anymore. He still pays for our trips to Florida and our expenses while we’re there, but that’s it. That makes him feel good. Now, enough about all that. It’s time to talk about us.”

“Us?” I asked as I took a long sip of my drink.

“Yes, us. You’ve done a great job of trying to remain professional, but I’m only going to be here another couple of days, and you want to fuck me before I leave. Don’t even try to deny it.”

“Okay.” I answered meekly as I reached for my glass again.

Dallas grinned and nodded, “Good. That’s much better. And just so you know, it’s not one sided.”

I cocked my head, questioning her meaning. Seeing that, she moved her foot over and ran it up and down my leg, “Don’t play coy, and don’t slight yourself. You’re a sexy woman both in looks and mind. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I chatted with you on Lit chat.”

“Whew!” I said, fanning my face with my hand. “I need another drink.”

Dallas laughed and handed me her empty glass, “Make both of them like you’re pouring someone else’s liquor.”

* * *

When I was back in the hot tub, Dallas almost immediately slid her hand around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn’t needy or overly passionate. Instead, it was gentle and soft and warm.

That one kiss took me back years. I’d only kissed one other woman in my life—the female of the couple I was with for almost two years. I’d almost forgotten how much I missed that.

When she withdrew, she put her hand on my cheek, showing me the sweetest smile you can imagine. And then she pushed back across the hot tub and took up her glass. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”

“Fuck yes!”

Dallas chuckled and then stood up and crawled out of the hot tub, “It’s early. We should take some time and savor what’s to come. I’m going for a swim.”

“I think I’ll stay in here and watch you.”

She stopped in her tracks and spun around to look at me, “I LOVE you watching me.”

As I watched her dive into the pool, I remember thinking “It’s more than her body that’s made for sex.”

* * *

Not long after our individual showers and her joining me in the living room for another drink, we retired to my bed. I can’t explain how much the gentle kissing and touching turned me on. I thought I understood girl-girl sex, but this was on a whole new level. She was driving me crazy.

I got my first real shock when, while going down on me, Dallas looked up, grinned, and said, “Ummmm you’re pussy is sooooo sweet. Deb and Arthur are going to fall in love with the way you taste.”

I’m sure she felt my body tense, even if she didn’t see my eyes fly open. She responded with a nonchalant chuckle, “You didn’t think I was going to keep you to myself, did you?”

“I . . . I can’t . . . think right now.”

Another chuckle, “Of course you can’t. You’re two minutes away from spurting your sweet cum all over my face, so just relax and enjoy.”

Oh my god! I came three times while she was eating my pussy and licking my ass. Each time, she was cooing something like “Sweet” or “Nice”, and the last time, she said, “Awesome!”

When our roles were reversed, for the first time in my life, I came just from licking her pussy. Just as in the story she’d been relating to me, she came easily and often, and I was treated with a generous amount of her sweet cum each time.

But all of that wasn’t my greatest takeaway from our first sexual encounter. It was the feel of her tight young body. After all, by all of her accounts, she wasn’t that much younger than me, but she had apparently not aged at all. Her skin and muscles were taut and smooth. She felt like she was no more than a teenager.

And her lips! Oh my god! Her lips were incredible. Whether they were on mine, or on my nipples, or on my clit, they were so warm and soft and wonderful . . .

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was spooned behind her, my body fully against hers and one of her breasts in my hand. She must have sensed I was awake. She rolled onto her back and stretched mightily, “Ummmm, is it morning already?”

“It doesn’t have to be. We can just stay in bed and cuddle.”

She chuckled, “It’s not that I don’t see the rationale of that, but I’ve got some more of my story to tell you before I have to drive back to Nashville.”

I panicked a little, “You’re not going to leave today, are you?”

She rolled over and put her hand along my cheek while showing me a warm smile, “No, Hon, we have one more night together. I’m not going to leave until tomorrow morning.”

I smiled back at her, “Okay, I’ll make some coffee.”

* * *

And so went my time with Dallas Nash. Believe my story or not. Believe her story or not. Both are up to you.

* * *

The End