Shifting her heavy backpack, Tara knocked on the door of the little house, irritated at having to be here. Her roommate was stuck in California, self-isolating with her parents until the damn pandemic ran its course. But she'd left her boyfriend's laptop in the dorm.

Classes were cancelled and those students who had somewhere to go other than the dorms were urged to temporarily move out.

Tara had no such place. Her family was vacationing in Europe when the pandemic began and were unable to return for some time. Stranded in the nearly empty dorm, Tara had had no excuse for refusing when Andrea asked her to return the laptop.

The door of the tiny house opened to reveal an older woman, wearing a facemask. Andrea's boyfriend had temporarily moved in with his grandparents. "Mrs. Kirby," Tara asked, "Is Branden here? I have to return his laptop. He wants to finish his thesis."

Mrs. Kirk backed up, staying six feet away, and pointed to a closed door off to the right of the living room. Tara reluctantly entered and went to Selwyn's bedroom, knocking on that door while Mrs. Kirk waited impatiently for her to leave, still holding the front door open.

"Hey, Tara," Selwyn said in surprise as he cracked open his door. "What are you doing here?"

She held up the laptop. "Andrea asked me to drop this off."

"She is so technically naïve. I don't need it. All my stuff is on the cloud. I can use my tower and tablet just fine. But thanks anyway. I do appreciate it."

Scowling at the wasted trip, Tara turned to go, just as Mr. Kirk came in through the open front door. "Bad news," he announced. "Two people at work tested positive for this fucking virus. By law, we have to stay in the house for the next two weeks. And who is this young lady?"

"I'm Tara. Don't worry. I was just leaving."

"No," he corrected, shaking his head regretfully. "You're not. I might have brought this virus here today. Or yesterday. Or the day before. You may have already have picked it up. This house, and everybody in it, are now under quarantine."

"I can't stay. I have responsibilities."

"Yes, you do. We all have responsibilities. To our community and our state." Mr. Kirk closed the door and locked it, removing the key from the deadbolt and putting it in his pocket. "In this house, we respect the law."

"It's no use arguing," Selwyn told her.

"I am sorry," Mr. Kirk explained. "This will not be comfortable for any of us. It is a small house, and Lucille and I are in the high-risk group. As best we can, we will have to stay away from the two of you. Though I disapprove of such arrangements in general, you and Selwyn will have to stay in his bedroom while Lucy and I remain in our own. We should consider the living room and kitchen off limits. We will order ready-to-eat meals to be delivered from the grocery store and participating restaurants."

Too stunned to respond, Tara allowed Selwyn to lead her into the bedroom, where things continued to get worse. "The good news," Selwyn said, "is that the grand-folks like the bedroom with the morning sun, which means we have the master bedroom with its own bathroom."

Tara glanced at the restroom and immediately guessed the rest of his speech. Selwyn saw the direction of her eyes and nodded. "The bad news is that the bathroom door was removed five years ago."

Looking around the rest of the bedroom, she said, "So, the two of us are to be trapped in this tiny bedroom with absolutely no privacy. We can't even wash our clothes and I didn't bring any extras."

"What's in your backpack?" Selwyn asked. "Books?"

"Computer stuff," she replied, then went white with horror, remembering her plans for that computer stuff.

"Sit down," Selwyn ordered her, alarmed at her expression. "Are you okay?"

"No. Not at all. This is so humiliating."

"I can turn my back when you're in the bathroom."

"I don't think it matters," Tara said in dismay.

"Are you thinking about the sleeping arrangements?" He looked around at the tiny bedroom. Not a lot of floor space. "We can share the bed without anything happening," he promised.

Tara looked at the bed. It was a small bed in a small room. They'd have to cuddle pretty close together. But there were more pressing problems than where she'd sleep.

Selwyn shrugged. "I'm hungry. Pizza okay?" he asked her. She only nodded, a disgruntled expression on her face. He got on his phone and ordered.

Tara paced the room, exploring its corners, clearly frustrated at being imprisoned here. She checked her own phone for the time. There were almost two hours left, but she would be here for two weeks. If she missed this appointment, she'd give up a lucrative income. People would give up on her if she wasn't dependable.

When the pizza arrived, the Kirks went into their bedroom. Selwyn put on a facemask and hygienic gloves, then went out into the living room to retrieve it. His grandparents would order their own food when they got hungry. Tara knew that she should probably pay for her share of the meals, but that meant she needed money. She had to keep her appointment.

The pizza was good, pepperoni and sausage, but the heavy garlic in the sauce reminded her that she didn't have a toothbrush or mouthwash here. She would need to have some supplies delivered. Which meant, again, that she needed money. She couldn't afford to blow off her schedule.

After three slices, and a can of cola, Tara checked the time. Only thirty minutes left before she destroyed her reputation in the school. There was little chance of keeping her secret after today. If Selwyn was an honorable person, willing to protect her privacy, he would also feel obligated to inform his girlfriend. Andrea would certainly not appreciate the situation. She might just be angry enough to humiliate Tara on Facebook. If Selwyn were not an honorable person, her secrets would be out anyway.

"You're thinking pretty hard about something," Selwyn said. "Anything I can help you with?"

She turned away from him, blushing furiously as she picked up her backpack and unpacked it, removing her own laptop of her own, and a tangle of wires and equipment. "I need to set this stuff up. Can I use that desk?"

"Go for it," Selwyn agreed. "Just push that other junk out of the way. What's up?"

Tara had no choice but to tell him. "I'm a webcam model," she admitted. "I sit in front of my camera and guys pay me to take off my clothes and talk dirty."

"Why do you carry the stuff around in your backpack?"

"Guys love risky voyeur shows," Tara explained. "I go to the campus library or a café. With the lockdown, I thought I could do an outdoor show out by the fountain on the main campus. There's nobody around. It would have been perfect."

"And now you expect to do this here? In my grandparents' house?"

"It isn't my choice to be here!" Tara snapped. "And I don't have any choice in putting on my show either. I made a promise to my fans and I need the money."

"You have fans? You mean sleazy guys in basements waiting to jerk off?"

"Maybe. I don't really know. They can see me, but I don't see them. But I could never afford to go to this university if not for those sleazy guys."

"So, you're just gonna do this in front of me?" Selwyn asked.

"I have no choice. If you don't get in my way, you get a free show. Maybe you shouldn't tell Andrea, though."

Selwyn thought about the free show and decided that it was foolish to argue. "Where should I sit?"

"This room is tiny. I'm gonna need the bed. You sit under the desk. You'll have a perfect view, but you won't be in the shot."

Tara hooked up all her equipment and set up her hot spot, then pulled a variety of sex toys from her backpack. She normally cleaned them before and after using them, but she figured they should be okay. Her backpack was fairly clean.

"I don't have any lingerie," she complained. "Usually, I have things to take off and put back on, depending on how much the people are tipping."

Selwyn shook his head. "Sorry. I don't wear a lot of lingerie."

Tara smiled for the first time since getting quarantined. "No, I didn't really expect you to. Maybe you have a t-shirt I could borrow?"

He got up and went to his dresser. He had a perfect shirt for her. "This one came from a strip club," he said. "It has a drawing of a naked woman printed on it. Will that do?"

"That would be great. Do you go to a lot of strip clubs?"

"Yes and no."

"Explain," Tara said, quickly stripping out of her own shirt and jeans and donning the overlarge man-sized t-shirt over her panties and bra.

"No, I don't go to a lot of strip clubs, but Yes, I go to one strip club a lot."

"Well, you're about to have the best seat in the house for this one."

It was almost time. Tara sat on the bed, facing the desk, her wireless keyboard in front of her. She opened up the app and signed in. The left sign of the screen showed the scrolling chatroom, already active with people waiting for her show to begin. On the right side, the upper half showed her own image while the bottom half would show how much money her session had made, how much would be paid to her own account, which users had contributed, and the amounts. A series of tools were arrayed across the top of the screen.

Tara adjusted the position of her main webcam. She wanted a medium shot, showing her face and torso. Her other cam and the toys were laid out behind her, out of sight.

She glanced at Selwyn, still bitter and angry over his presence, then smiled as she started the session. "HI guys," she typed. "Welcome to my quarantine."

At least twenty of her regulars were online. She had worked hard to develop them. Personal e-mails, special pics, friending them on various social media had gained her some loyal fans. She had promised them that she'd be appearing regularly during the health crisis. So, this lockdown session was necessary, regardless of who else was in the room.

She chatted with them for a little. A few donations trickled in, a dollar here or there. It was the regulars' way of just saying hi. The start of a session was always slow, but the personal connections were important. She had to make them feel personally welcome, and then build on that welcome. Guys liked to feel that they were seducing the girl, even as they paid her.

The first request came. Porn_addict267 said, "Show your tits."

Tara smiled. "You know the rules," she responded.

"I don't," typed a new visitor.

"Greetings, AlabamaPussyPounder. Cool handle. For every $30 in tips, I take off a garment. As long as the tips keep coming, they stay off. If the tips stop, the clothes go back on" Tara glanced at the tip counter, which was at $18.

"What if I want to watch you do things?" AlabamaPussyPounder asked.

"The things I like to do require some nudity," Tara replied. "Get my clothes off first, then we'll see about other things."

The tip counter jumped to $23, then $25, then $30. Tara clapped her hands. "Everybody thank Cunt95King for this." She pulled off the t-shirt. She blushed a little because of Selwyn's presence. She had been seen naked by thousands of men, but very few of them had been in the room with her at the time. She still had her panties and bra on, but it was still more undressed than she had expected to be in this house.

"Stroke your tits," D1ck4U typed.

"I can see who tips," Tara told him. "Only tippers get to make requests."

Psybercock showed up on the screen with $45. Tara grinned at the camera. "Hey, Psyber. You get to choose what I take off next. Or add another $15 and I go full nude."

Selwyn had watched from under the desk as Tara tapped on the keyboard, took off the t-shirt, then tapped some more. Then the underwear came off and she sat there naked, chatting with nerds from around the world. She laughed and flirted and blew kisses.

As he had no way of seeing what was on the screen, he had no idea what she was reacting to. She was almost silent as the posed and teased and stripped. Realizing this, Tara took pity on him. She knew the effect she must be having on him. If this hobby had taught her anything, it was the effect of a nude female body on a man. And to her own surprise, she was almost enjoying having a live audience for a change.

"Get your laptop," she told him. It was one of the things she'd moved off the desk to make room for her own equipment. He pulled it off the chair and opened it up.

"Go to KittyKatKams and make a profile," she instructed. Her viewers couldn't hear her. They could see her tits and pussy, but her conversation was entirely private.

Selwyn did as she ordered. He chose a name, and entered a credit card, then started browsing the girls available.

"I'm under Dorm_Whore," she told him. "You might want to hurry. The show is about to get good." Selwyn hurried.

Tara saw the handle 'SellWineUnderDesk' pop up on her screen. "Cute," she said.

"Everybody give a welcome to SellWine," Tara typed. "He's a personal friend of mine. I hope you all won't mind if I give him a treat."

She activated her tiny handheld camera and gave her viewers, and Selwyn, a video tour of her body, aiming the little lens at her nipples, then her pussy, shaved bare for the benefit of her fans.

Switching back to the main camera, she told her viewers to "Thank SellWine for being such a good sport. I had to take over his bedroom for today's show."

Selwyn was bombarded with enthusiastic 'thank-you's, to which he didn't know how to respond. He just typed in a "You're welcome," and hoped that was sufficient.

Tara did her usual toy show, sliding a vibrator inside herself, while Selwyn watched in amazement. She had an extra-special vibrator with its own camera mounted on the blunt tip, allowing her fans to penetrate her visually as she pushed the toy into her pussy. It required a $100 donation, or donations totaling $100, but she regularly got these.

Then things got more interesting. Pu$$y$niffer said, "Hey, if there's a guy in the room with you, maybe you can do things with him."

Tara had hoped that nobody would think of that. It had been foolish to mention that she was in Selwyn's bedroom. She had promised her viewers months ago that if she ever had an available male, she would consider making him part of the show. It was an easy promise to make, but she'd never planned on following through. She had not figured on ever actually telling any man that she had this sideline.

But a promise was a promise. Webcam girls had to work hard to keep themselves popular. Letting her guys believe she'd bring a man in and then letting them down was not a good idea.

"Hey, Selwyn," she began, "You interested in cheating on your girlfriend?" Hopefully, phrasing it that way would make him decline.

"As it happens, yes," he said. "She cheated on me during the Christmas holiday a year ago. When I agreed to give her another chance, she told me that I had a free pass to be with another girl. I haven't been really looking for an opportunity, but she keeps reminding me that I still have that option."

That sounded like Andrea. Tara scowled, then smiled quickly for the camera, remembering that her fans were watching. She might have to go through with this. But she wasn't going to start a war with her roommate. "Call her," she told Selwyn. "Put it on speaker."

Psybercock had made a kinky request and had put $45 dollars on her board to pay for it, but several of her regulars were now clamoring for more than a solo show. "Negotiating," Tara told them honestly. "Maybe we'll all get what we need."

"Hello?" Andrea answered.

"Hey, babe," Selwyn said. "I have some unfortunate news. Tara brought my laptop here, but now my grandfather has tested positive and we're all locked down together."

"Tara's there? Stuck there?"

"Hey, Andrea," Tara called out, while wadding up her panties and pushing them into her pussy as Psybercock had requested. "Remember what I told you about how I make money?"

"Oh, my God!" Andrea called out. "What are you going to do? That house is too small."

"You're right. It is too small. And your boyfriend and I are locked down in his bedroom to protect his grandparents."

"So you can't do your thing. Do you have any money saved up?"

Tara blew a kiss at her camera. "I am doing my thing. Right here, right now. I am naked on your boyfriend's bed as we both speak to you on the phone."

Andrea was silent as she considered that. From four states away, she finally said, "I see."

"I have a favor to ask you," Tara said.

"The answer is No," Andrea told her.

"I have fans who want to see me get fucked on the cam."

"I figured that's what you meant. The answer is Hell No. You are not fucking my boyfriend. It's bad enough he even knows about your cam show. I don't want him watching, though I guess it's too late for that. And I certainly don't want him participating."

"Andrea," Selwyn said, "Remember last Christmas. Bobby Cielo?"

"You would bring that up," she said. There was a long silent pause as she considered the matter. Eventually, she said, "Fine. You guys can fuck. And then we're even."

"Thank you," Tara said. "Um...We're going to be stuck here for two weeks. How far does your permission go? I'm going to get requests for follow-ups. How long was that Christmas break?"

"You should transfer to pre-law," Andrea observed, amusement and annoyance both present in her voice. "I probably fucked Bobby about twelve times during that holiday."

"Twelve times? You never told me that!" Selwyn accused. "I thought it was just once."

"It wasn't supposed to happen at all. But after the first time, it seemed ridiculous to tell Bobby I wouldn't cheat on you. So, I figured that I would give him the holiday and then it would be over."

"So, twelve times?" Tara suggested.

"No," she said with a sigh. "I didn't count until afterwards. And I'm really only guessing. Consider the quarantine your holiday. But I think Selwyn and I should get a share of the money you make."

"Done. But this is my account and my fans, who I've worked hard to establish. So, Selwyn will get 30 percent of my profits for his guest appearances in my show."

"Hey," Selwyn broke in. "Don't I get a say?"

"Do you want to fuck Tara?" Andrea asked him.

"Um...I don't know if I should answer that."

"That's a Yes," Andrea said. "You get to fuck her and get paid for it. And your girlfriend has given her blessing. You can choose not to do it, I guess. That's your say in this. Take it or leave it. I'm out."

She hung up, and the room was silent as Tara communicated with her viewers. But she smiled to see a new visitor pop up in her chatroom. Greeting the newcomer, she said, "Hi, TrueKunt. Good to see you here."

To Selwyn, she said, "TrueKunt is Andrea. Your girlfriend wants to keep track of what we're doing."

"How do you know that? What is Andrea doing on a sex site like this? Is she a lesbian?"

"No," Tara laughed. "But she's one of the few people I told about this sideline. She wanted to check it out, so she signed on. Apart from me, she's probably the only female on here."

"That's why she's called 'TrueKunt'?" Selwyn asked.

"Exactly. She possesses a genuine pussy. A true cunt."

"How often does she come on here?"

"Very rarely, but sometimes," Tara told him. "I think she likes to interact with the horny guys."

"I don't think I approve," Selwyn said.

"Up to you," she shrugged. "But you're about get a lot more than those horny guys get."

"Ok, boys," Tara typed. "I have a guy here. An actual male. Penis and balls. I am ready and willing to play with him. Tell me what you want to see."

"Blowjob," Pu$$y$niffer said.

"I love giving blowjobs," Tara told him, "Love it. But I barely know this guy. If you want me to suck this strange dick, I'm gonna need some incentive."

On their separate screens, Tara, Selwyn, and Andrea watched the tips pouring in. When Tara was satisfied with the amount, she told Selwyn to stand up and move close.

Watching herself on the screen, she reached out and undid Selwyn's pants. She was unsurprised to find him already rock hard. She'd been naked and masturbating in front of him. An erection was guaranteed.

Selwyn was going to enjoy this, she knew. But he might get a little frustrated as well. Satisfying him was not the point. The goal was to give her viewers stroke material.

Tara looked at her camera as she stuck out her tongue and touched the tip of Selwyn's cock. It twitched in response, which the viewers seemed to like. There were several comments and tips coming in.

Slowly, she opened her lips, the cock pointed into her mouth. She waited, watching the tips. As the numbers climbed, she moved forward, slowly bringing him in. As the money kept coming, she closed her lips on him and started moving back and forth.

She fucked her mouth with Selwyn's cock, taking him deep, right into her throat, then backing off until only the tip was still within her lips, then swallowing him once again.

Tara hadn't sucked on an actual penis for two years. She had seven dildoes, five vibrators, an anal plug, all of which had spent time in her mouth, but the genuine article had not passed through her lips since she'd started camming. She'd almost forgotten the taste and the heat of cock on her tongue.

She used to love doing this. It had once been one of her favorite sexual acts. Tara liked sucking cock more than she liked getting eaten out. But as much as she'd missed the heavy weight of dick on her tongue, she was not doing this for herself or for Selwyn, whose cock she was sucking. This was for her fans and the money they were paying.

"Warn me if you're about to come," Tara mumbled around Selwyn's dick.

"You don't like swallowing?" he joked, a little breathlessly.

"If they pay me to swallow, I'll swallow. Right now, they're happy with a blowjob. If you come, the show ends and the money stops. So warn me and I'll stop until you're in control again."

Nodding, he accepted that. He stood there, enjoying the sensations of her sucking on him. And he had the privilege of watching her computer screen, which showed a close-up of Tara's face working on his cock.

And she played up the visuals, moving back and forth slow and steady, looking back and forth between the camera and Selwyn's face. She gave every impression that she loved having Selwyn's penis between her lips.

It was a surreal experience. Selwyn barely knew Tara. He'd met her two, maybe three times when picking up Andrea for a date. His cock had been in her mouth longer than he'd ever spent in her company before today.

The fans seemed to be enjoying the performance even more than Selwyn, judging by their comments and the money flowing into Tara's account. They told her to lick him and she licked him. They told her to kiss his shaft and she kissed his shaft. They told her to take his balls in her mouth and she obeyed.

And then TrueKunt got into the game. "Fuck her!" Tara suspected that Andrea wanted the encounter to be over with, so she was trying to rush things to a conclusion.

But she started the rest of them clamoring for it. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" Psybercock insisted.

"Pound that cunt," Pu$$y$niffer said.

"I hear you," Tara typed, with her lips still wrapped tight around Selwyn's cock. "My cunt could use a good pounding. But I think I gave you a discount on the blowjob. Let's try to do better for the cunt-pounding"

The tips started increasing, from $5 donations to $10. "I'll get a condom," Tara told them in response.

"No! Bareback!" said KingPhallic32, which started the rest of them calling for the same.

"Bareback?" Tara questioned them. "For these donations? You guys all know that the better the money, the better the show."

And then there was $20 from one and $30 from another and then another $15. Aloud, Tara mumbled around Selwyn's cock to mumble, "These are better numbers than usual. They really want to see me get fucked. I hope you're ready."

She pulled back slowly, letting him slide out of her mouth. Then she grinned at her camera. "Thank you, boys. Hope you've got your dicks in hand. It's time."

Tara took her laptop, turned around on the bed, and got on her hands and knees. She kept the camera on the desk, presenting her pussy and ass for the inspection of all her viewers. She wiggled her ass at them, enjoying the sight of her own sex, ready and waiting.

And it had waited long enough. "All right," she told Selwyn. Get up on the bed behind me."

He climbed up on the mattress, feeling self-conscious, knowing that people were looking at his dick. "How many are watching right now?" he asked.

Tara checked her screen. "One hundred and eighty people. And they're paying well to see you fuck me."

Selwyn got in position. He had lost some of his hardness, but Tara reached back between her legs and rubbed his cock back to full erect stature. She positioned the head of him right between the lips of her pussy. "Push into me," she told him. "Go very slow. We're teasing, not fucking. Don't you dare come."

Looking at Tara's laptop over her shoulder, Selwyn could see her pussy, just barely pierced by his cock. He eased forward, watching curiously as his dick gradually disappeared inside her.

"Looking good," Pu$$y$niffer commented.

"Hell, Yeah!" PsyberCock agreed.

"Just stay there for a moment," Tara told Selwyn. "Don't move. Let them all get in their screenshots."

"They're saving this?" Selwyn asked.

"Of course. They'll be jerking off to this for months."

"That's so weird."

Tara laughed at him. "You get used to it. Trust me."

"I don't think I want to."

"Whine, whine, whine. Look, you're balls-deep in a brand-new pussy. You are technically fucking a porn star with your girlfriend's approval. Relax and enjoy that. But don't come until I tell you it's okay. Just go deep as you can and stay there for now."

Selwyn took her advice, just feeling the soft, wet grip of her cunt walls squeezing his cock. Eventually, she gave him permission to move, but slowly, a gentle, leisurely fuck. He pulled out and pushed in at glacial speed, to tease the watching guys, making them want more.

Looking at the screen, he noticed that his cock was shiny as it emerged from Tara. She was wet, he belatedly realized. He should have noticed how easily he penetrated her, but the oddity of the whole situation had him distracted.

"Enjoying yourself?" Tara asked.

"I am, yes."

"Good." She tapped out a Thank You for some new tips that came in, then spoke again. "I don't object to your having a good time back there, you understand. But it is my pussy you're sticking your dick in and I barely know you. It may be petty of me, but I don't want you having too much fun, if you understand."

"Not really," Selwyin told her.

Tara thought about a way to explain what she meant, a difficult prospect as she barely understood it herself. "Think of it like this. Your dick is not a welcome guest in my pussy. You're not a friend of my sister's whom I feel obliged to entertain. You haven't paid an admission fee that would require me to entertain you. Think of yourself as the skeezy guy in the department store. Nobody's gonna stop you from wandering around and enjoying the various amenities, but security will be watching you like a hawk and the employees will be tense and nervous while you're poking around."

"I was invited, as I recall," Selwyn protested.

"It's not a perfect metaphor," Tara confessed. "I did practically force you to stick your dick in me. I admit that. And I can't say it's not somewhat pleasant. I haven't been boned in a couple of years. I've missed it and it feels good. A girl likes to have a cock penetrate her once in a while. Just remember that you're doing a job. Don't expect real privileges."

"I got it," he said. "I'm just the hired help here."

"Exactly. Now shut up," she said. "Let me concentrate."

Tara turned on her tiny camera and brought it up between her legs to give her viewers a close-up view of the cock gliding in and out of her. The sight was as arousing to Selwyn as it was to the many people watching on their own computers at home.

He started fucking her hard and fast, until she yelled at him to stop. She pulled away from him, off his dick, then spun around and put his cock in her mouth again, not moving, just keeping him aroused and giving her guys something erotic to look at, while letting Selwyn back down from that edge.

It was a kind of torture. Selwyn's dick went back and forth between Tara's pussy and mouth over and over, in response to various requests from her tipping fans. Every time he got close to orgasm, Tara put a stop to it, not letting him have that release.

It went on for nearly an hour. But then TrueKunt got impatient. "Come on her face," Andrea insisted from her own computer several states away.

"NO!" said Phukk281. "Come in her mouth."

The debate was on, each viewer with his own opinion on where Selwyn should shoot his load. Tara teased and promised, frequently reminding them that money talks. But the bidding war didn't go the way she expected or wanted.

"Damnit!" Tara swore aloud as Psybercock put down $150 and expressed his preference.

"What is a creampie?" Selwyn asked, reading the screen over her shoulder.

Tara growled at him. "It is a porn term. It refers to when the male comes right inside the female. I didn't think they'd choose that option."

"What did you think they'd choose?" Personally, Selwyn was delighted at the result.

"I'm a pretty girl," she said. "I know it. I've used it. I make good money because of it. And I thought these guys would want to see my face decorated by cum. But with a creampie, they don't even get to see the cumshot. It happens out of sight."

Selwyn nodded seriously. He was fucking Tara doggy-style and she had been careful to keep his face off camera, so nobody saw him pretending to be thoughtful and considerate. "I'm willing to do my duty," he said.

"I have no doubt," Tara said wryly.

"You won't get pregnant, will you?"

"No. Probably not. I'm on the Pill. But just because it's safe doesn't mean I want your goo in me either. I don't think I've ever let a man come inside me."

"Should I feel honored?"

"You should feel convenient. Now shut up and let me figure this out."

Selwyn closed his eyes, ignoring the chat onscreen, slowly fucking Tara as she negotiated with her audience. He had never had a sexual encounter last this long. He had learned things he would be able to use with Andrea, or maybe with other girls after Andrea. Tara had taught him to hold off his orgasm, to stop himself before blasting off.

But now, it was finally time. "Pull out," she told him. "Lie down on the bed."

"My bed," he reminded her.

"Shut up. Lie down." She directed his movements, arranging him and her camera for the best angle.

When the screen showed a close-up of Selwyn's cock, jutting straight up, throbbing visibly with need, Tara climbed on top of him, facing the camera. "Do you want to watch?" she asked Selwyn."

"Yeah." Ordinarily, he'd be embarrassed to let a woman know he had any interest in watching porn, but Tara could not be too judgmental. Guys watching porn paid her way through school.

The camera was right in front of her on the desk, but she reached out and moved the monitor over to the side, where Selwyn could see it. Then she lifted up, took hold of his cock, and sank down on him. He grunted as her cunt surrounded him.

"Take hold of my hips," she told him. "You'll have to guide me."

"I think you've got the hand of this," Selwyn said. "No instruction necessary."

She was moving up and down on him, letting her many viewers watch his cock go in and out of her pussy as she rode him reverse cowgirl. "We're trying to make you come now. Show me how fast to go. Or how slow."

He put his hands on her waist. But then a thought occurred to him. "You know what might help?"

"What's that?" she asked, writhing for the camera.

"Lean back against me. Let me grab your tits."

Tara considered that. "I forget sometimes how much guys like tits." She did as he suggested, letting his hands cover her chest.

"How can you forget? Don't you show your tits to guys for money?"

"It's stupid, I know. I can't walk down the street without a dozen guys drooling as they stare. But the guys who watch my cam show are always asking me to show my pussy. Maybe it's just the particular guys I attract or maybe I show it quicker than the other girls and the guys have figured that out. But for whatever reason, my pussy seems to be the main attraction."

Selwyn was listening to her muse over the relative merits of her tits and pussy, but the words started to blur as her cock worked her pussy and his hands worked her tits. He could feel the explosion slowly starting to build. There was no longer any reason to hold back.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of people were watching his cock sliding in and out of Tara. He could almost feel the heat of their gaze as he pumped her. He stared at the screen himself, fascinated with the sight of his own dick disappearing into her pussy and re-emerging, over and over.

There was one timeless moment, as he felt the orgasm approaching. He rode that edge for as long as he could before falling over. And the fall was glorious.

Selwyn groaned in ecstasy. On the screen, he could see the base of his cock pulsing as the cum flowed through it, before shooting out of him into Tara. "Oh, yeah," he moaned. "That's the stuff."

Tara felt him expanding in her cunt and then the sudden warmth and wetness as he gave her his seed. It was a new experience, and she instantly realized that she loved the feel of it. She rocked on him, keeping him moving in and out, determined to give him a good orgasm.

For all her complaining, Tara was glad of the dick inside her. And it was unexpectedly thrilling to know what was happening in there, the sperm shooting into her cunt. It had always seemed messy and rude, somehow. But the actual experience of feeling the semen flooding her pussy was a heady one.

She felt euphoric, as though Selwyn had just injected her with a drug. Perhaps she would have to look up the effects of semen on the human female. It might be addictive. Tara resolved to be careful. But in the meantime,...

Tara slowly lifted herself up, watching to make sure her pussy stayed visible on the website. Selwyn's cock pulled free, a little at a time, until it popped out of its warm, female shelter. Tara stared hard at her pussy on the screen and pushed with her cunt muscles.

Panting and relaxed, Selwyn watched the screen and was surprised to see the cum he'd just put in Tara coming back out. But the comments were even more startling.

"Oh, yeah," Psybercock said. "Watch it ooze. Beautiful."

"I'd love to fill your pussy with cum," Phukk281 told her.

"Taste it," Pu$$y$niffer suggested. "Tell us how cum tastes fresh from the pussy."

Tara pushed a finger into herself, scooping out a gob of cum. Bringing this slowly to her mouth, she licked Selwyn's semen off it. Smiling at the camera, she used her other hand to type "Delicious."

"I've tasted it," TrueKunt commented. "Fresh from my own pussy. It's okay. I wouldn't call him delicious."

"TrueKunt, you know this guy?" Pu$$y$niffer asked.

"He's fucked me many times," Andrea answered as TrueKunt.

"He's TrueKunt's boyfriend," Tara typed. "She lent him to me."

"Suck his cock again," Psybercock said, dropping $35 dollars in Tara's account.

"I will," Tara promised. "But not today. My session is over. I have to sign off now. I hope to see you all again soon. I'll be back on tomorrow. Remind me, Psyber, that I owe you a cock-sucking."

She quickly used her mouse to shut off her camera. She checked the money she'd earned this session, watched the comments in the chat room for a little, then made the session video available for paying subscribers. Finally, she quit the app and closed her laptop.

"I feel like apologizing," she told Selwyn. "I took over your room to do my personal porn show. But you got to fuck me, so I don't think an apology is owed."

"No," he said. "It was unexpected, but I can't say it was unwelcome."

"Well, now that we've moved in together and you've come in my pussy, maybe we should get to know each other. It is my goal to at least exchange last names before we do this again tomorrow afternoon.