Webcam Gangbang

Jane & Steve are swingers, both having lots of dirty, sexy fun with their friends while Jane travels on her frequent business trips. When she has to miss Steve’s birthday, Jane arranges for him to watch her via webcam as she puts on a special birthday performance, just for him. With a group of horny guys to satisfy, she has her work cut out for her as Steve watches her in her first ever gangbang.

EXCERPT

Finally, I heard an incoming call on the laptop. The guys all knew what they were supposed to do – wait, silently, out of sight of the camera until the right moment to join in. Oh yeah, and get naked. I walked over to the laptop, stealing glances behind me as six hot guys started to strip off their clothes and get ready to fuck me. Sometimes, I really love my life.
Steve’s eyes lit up when he saw me.
“You like?” I said, with a smile, standing up and backing away from the laptop so that he could see me full-length via the webcam. I gave a little twirl, careful not to spill my champagne.
“Oh, I like,” he replied, enthusiastically, “I like a lot.”
“Then, you’ll love this,” I said, pressing a button on the remote. A slow, sensual beat filled the room from the suite’s sound system. I raised my glass to the screen, “Happy Birthday, darling.”
Taking a sip, I set down the glass and the remote as I started to dance for my husband .. and the six naked men off-camera that he didn’t know about, yet.
I paid my way through college dancing – oh OK, stripping. So, I knew what I was doing. The music was my little private joke – I’m not usually a fan of rap music, but ‘Gangbang Rookie’ by Snoop Dogg was just too appropriate. I knew Steve wouldn’t recognize it, anyway. The tempo was just right, and I swayed to the beat and circled my hips sensually, my arms lifted high above my head.
It was fun, performing not just for Steve, but for another audience of horny men – it made me feel that much sexier as I turned my back and teased them, slowly raising the back of my dress until I felt the silk hem brushing at my ass-cheeks – twitching it up to give the guys a quick flash of my ass before dropping it and turning back around.
I twirled and swayed, using all my best moves – or, at least, all the ones that I could do without a pole. It was really gratifying to see that, every time I turned around, the guys’ cocks were getting harder and harder, and I hadn’t even started to strip, yet. I soon corrected that – pulling the gloves off, slowly, then turning around to pull down the zipper of my dress, revealing the smooth, pale expanse of my back.
When I turned back to the screen and started sliding the straps of my dress over my shoulders, I saw that Steve had his cock in his hand, stroking it as he watched me.
“Is that for me, baby?” I teased, “is your big, fat cock hard for me?”
“God, yes,” he groaned, “I want so much to fuck you, right now.”

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About imogenlinn

I write erotic stories, often with a BDSM twist. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!
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