The ecology major couldn't help but rearrange her breasts for the tenth time that hour. It overwhelmed her with anxiety and struggled to stay put on her bed. The room was decorated with led lights and she had her phone set firmly on a selfie stick. The nineteen-year-old was ready to get this session over with quickly.
The week beforehand, she had been in bed checking her stats. For eight weeks she streamed on four sites. Two she could do consecutively every three days. The other half she did at random when she wasn't busy. Each site had seen a dip in viewership which made her stomach curl into a knot.
She was terrified of not having enough money for her textbooks. Every waking moment she wasn't singing in her bikini, she was crying. Lola had always been prone to emotional outbursts, but college just magnified them. Caming was the only way she could earn a living without working for minimum wage.
After crying for half an hour, she received a dm. This dm made her smile as soon as she saw its sender. It was from her very first supporter, a man around her age. He donated here and there but watched every stream. And when she uploaded videos to her socials, he'd leave encouraging messages.
'It's nice to have someone so supportive by my side,' Lola thought as she opened the direct message. What she ended up seeing took her breath away.
In the present day, she waited for him to log on. He had requested to speak face-to-face through a video chat. The man had stated he only wanted an hour with her, alone. There couldn't be any moderators or site admins present. Admittedly, all these regulations made her nervous, but she trusted him.
They'd spoken on the phone before, so she knew he wasn't lying about his gender. And even if he was older than he said, money was still money. Also, with it being the internet, Lola knew she couldn't believe everything he said. The nineteen-year-old looked at her outfit again to make sure everything was perfect.
Three weeks into her camgirl career, she started wearing costumes. Lola had gone on a shopping spree with her savings for them. Evil witch lingerie sets, sexy nurse Halloween outfits, etc arrived at her doorstep.
They looked good on her slender body and it surprised her that her breasts appeared so large. Her meager B cup turned into a D with padding. Tonight she had heard titties out free, discarding her bra.
They hung out from the dress she wore, spilling into the camera's view. The dress was shorter than what she was used to with its skirt stopping right below the waist. If anyone came in, they would be able to see her entire asshole and pussy. The thought of that occurring made her blush.
'He said he liked stay-at-home parent attire, but this is so slutty.' She felt the cool breeze of her AC hit her ass cheeks and shivered. 'I hope this isn't me going overboard again.'
The longer the man took, the more pent-up she felt. She was sitting in a way that let you see everything. Her top was about to bust the top button, having already flown off. If he didn't log on soon, she'd have to masturbate. Seeing herself dressed as a house whore was insane. Even in her streams, she looked presentable. She rubbed at her tits again and waited.
The session would be role-playing mainly. He wanted her to be his dumb, small-chested wife. It was rare to find guys attracted to her chest, so she was eager to participate.
The man would be allowed to command her with the cruelest of words. Cum rag, trash slut, you name it. He had to be the one in control of their imaginary nuclear family. This was his ultimate fantasy and from how he spoke, he was desperate to experience it with her.
Playing with her, she perked up at the sight of the man’s account becoming active. They weren’t on any of her streaming sites to talk, but on her regular social media. It was risky, and she felt scared at first when discussing the idea with her friends.
They warned her to be careful as this guy could be a psychopath or worse, lying about sending her money for a quick wank. These warnings rang in her mind as she bit her lip, bruising them to the point they were nice and fat.
Her phone screen went black before a face appeared. Lola found her blush deepening as she was met with a total stud. The man had a scraggly beard that went down to his chiseled chest. From what she saw of his arms, they were built like a gym rat.
She didn’t know whether to speak or continue drooling at his body. They just stared at each other with equal expressions of disbelief. Knowing someone as handsome as he watched her play with a teddy bear dildo sent her mind spinning.
“Miss Faun, are you alright? If you want to just chat instead, we can do that.” The man’s voice reminded her of an older man’s. He had a deep tone that made her melt into a puddle.
Collecting herself, she wiped the spit that was dripping from her mouth. “Sorry about that. You just surprised me! I never expected you to look so mature.” She didn’t know how else to describe his look.