Broadcasting To A Group Of 90 Horny Men!

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Title: Ripe Apples: A Wanton Webcam Encounter

The tiny camera in the corner of the room blurred into the fluorescent wallpaper, easily overlooked by the casual eye. But those who knew it was there – or those who had paid exorbitantly to join a private invitation – were in for a treat. Because in mere minutes, the star of the show would be gracing the lens of that innocuous little device.

Her name was Veronica, but nobody here knew her by anything but Mistress V. Inside this suburban master bedroom transformed into a den of debauchery, she reigned supreme. At 42 years old, Veronica may have had a decade or two on many of the eager men who paid to ogle her toned form, but her body was exquisite – the product of discipline, self-care, and a voracious sexual appetite that only seemed to sharpen with age.

The men observing from afar were a motley crew, all demographic and psychological profiles. They were bankers, tradesmen, college students, married men sneaking a thrill. And they were all united in their desire to witness Mistress V in action, in her private, under-lit boudoir.

Veronica surveyed herself in the mirror – an imposing figure in lace corset and thigh-high stockings, Jimmy Choos click-clacking on the hardwood as she strode to her throne-like chair. Sitting, she crossed one delectable leg over the other and waited, studying her manicured fingernails with feigned interest. It was amusing, really – the power play, the performance of nonchalance while inside, her mind was electric with anticipation for what was to come.

Finally, a chime signaled that the cameras were rolling – and Veronica’s attention was consumed by the scroll of comments now flooding her screen. Vulgar, pleading, utterly worshipful…the words took on a sort of garbled mantra as she beckoned to the vanity beside her. There, an array of toys and trinkets ended only where her imagination did.

Beginning with a well-worn glass dildo (ohnipple), she glided it up and down her cleavage, cooing for the camera. Then, to the delight of her unseen audience, a tiny vibrator settled between her plump folds. Her hips began to undulate slowly, teasing out a whorish moan. “Yeah, baby, just like that,” she cooed, now located at the edge of her seat. “Don’t you wish these were your hands on me?”

Moistening her fingers, she worked the dildo deeper, hoping that the wet schlick would drive her voyeurs wild. It was good viewing for all, the glass glinting under studio light and her succulent thighs visible behind the object. Enhance that schlick again, please, she hadn’t specified that but the audio engineer had done an excellent job.

Running with the audio, include the sound of the vibrator buzzing against her clit, rhythmic and insistent – spiking intensity wince the video formula hinged heavily on sound design. The effects of all this was her writhing more now, stockinged feet digging into the plush carpet as she tuned into her own pleasure.

“Ah, that’s it…I’m getting so close,” Veronica gasped, flavorsome breast nearly popping from their lacy constraints. But no one was going to let her have it quite yet. A firm knock on the door froze her in place – and the room erupted with a flurry of chatter from her fans. Was it her husband? A secret paramour? The prolonged tension was delicious.

A second knock hinted at impatience. Rising, Veronica sashayed across the room and whipped open the door. There, a prominent businessman stood frozen – paid handsomely to be a prop in Veronica’s grandly depraved scheme. In stunned silence, he simply stared at her body – and she barely bit back her victorious smirk. Their interaction spanned a single beat. Veronica giggled, playfully stepping aside, then sat down beside him.

The dildo vanished and the vibrator reappeared between her legs, all the while she flirted with her date during selections of the video. First Ronnie played with herself, her free hand teasing under his shirt, and then Veronica used the toys on him until one of the news casters scream-squeaked and came, his load landing on his stomach and her floor.

His load gave Veronica the excuse to maximize the eloquent messy porn she made. One she leaned over, she licked the head of his penis clean and smeared the load around on her tongue, showing the camera, smiling wide, her eyes glittering. With a wrecked chuckle, she swallowed then ran the sex toy over Mr. BCE Corp’s surroundings before cleaning them off as well.

“Mmm, what an appetizer,” Veronica purred as she re-crossed her legs. Her fans were beside themselves, the deluge of filthy encouragements firing her lust to new heights. This was what she lived for – sharing her carnal abandon with a rapt audience.

“Yes, municipal doesn’t begin to describe it,” she played along, then grabbed his cock and unbuckled her belt, her eyes markedly serious. Vanity knelt in front of the tycoon’s half-hard cock and pumped it until red comprehension took over his face before she squeezed out a club to inch of the tip. She licked her lips, running it against her red digits a Come to me my love You always save me.

Veronica pistoned her fist on his shaft and slowly leaned forward, eyes locked on the tip. She ran her tongue around a few inches before the convenient beep of system error bailed her out. With the wink, she belly laughed when she realized that one of her commenters was children. Normally, this would be where she scolded such a premise, but she was too far gone with pleasure.

Veronica dipped her head and begin work on Mr. BCE Corp’s penis. She swirled her tongue around the tip tem to the base. She hollowed her cheeks and made the most pretentious, dramatic face she could make while sucking. She pulled off and suckled each testicle, winking for the camera.

It was clear Mr BC Corp was fast approaching the edge. Veronica felt his cock spasming between her lips, his balls fitting firm in their sack. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for – the culmination of a night of depravity captured on video to be atanned and passed around, her fans finally getting to witness their object of adoration at her most vulgar and debauched.

Veronica squeezed her eyelids shut, bracing for the gusher. And as the tycoon undoubtedly experienced one of the most intense orgasms of his life, Mistress V took it all – every drop, through sustained throughcast her thoughts on her First men are more generous with Their money than They’re Perfection

Oh yes.

Veronica swallowed it all then licked her lips and wiped the side of her mouth. The broadcast paused as she exited her overwhelmed guest from the room with a dazed grin. As slpit, he didn’t make it to the starting screen, but the closing video ran, dancing across the screen over and over again

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