by Doris Joe
I sent the sender of the request a reply letting them know I would complete their request tomorrow. Today was supposed to be another one of my cam shows. I still felt tired from the move, the gangbang, and my kids leaving.
I wrote a small notification letting everyone know that I was canceling the cam show due to personal reasons. I made sure to post it on all of my sites and then headed to my bedroom. Last night I had slept like a log, tonight I knew it would be the same.
I woke up to my phone, buzzing on the night table. It was from a number I didn't recognize, I let it go and laid my head back down. Whoever it was would have to wait until I was ready to face the world again.
It vibrated letting me know I had a voicemail. "I am already up," I shrugged. It was from a modeling company. They wanted me to join their company, it wasn't the first time I had been contacted by an online company trying to recruit busty models. I was about to delete it when I remembered the name from somewhere. I played it over and over again, and each time I remembered seeing or hearing the name.
I got out of bed and went onto one of my cam sites. I was looking for one of the other busty cam girls that used to be on the site. I found her quickly; like me, she had put her bra size in her name. "There you are," I said as I looked at her profile. She had taken down all of her content, her last notification had told all of her fans that she had joined a company and they were taking care of all her content and distribution. I clicked on the website name, and there was more information. It was exactly as it was on my voicemail. I decided to email them back and let them know I was interested. "Maybe it will be good for me," I shrugged as I went back to bed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Glad that is over," I said, pulling off the blonde wig.
Will laughed at me. "It looked good," he said with an evil grin.
"Of course you would say that," I shook my head. I hated doing anime voices as well as their facial expressions, but most of the requests either wanted comics or anime. The pay was good, so I continued to do it. "Make a cut for him and then send it," I said as I walked up the stairs.
"I know," Will said, shaking his head. Will did it all for me, the watermarks, the handling of most of my social sites as well as cutting videos to thirty seconds and posting them online with a link to the paysite. This time he would cut it down and send it to the person requesting the video, to get the rest they would have to pay the agreed amount.
I got a drink from the kitchen and was about to look for something to eat when my phone rang. It was the same number from last night.
"Hello," I answered.
"Hello, is this Amanda?" the person asked.
"Well, it isn't my legal name," I replied. "That's okay," she said. "I am one of the agents for my company," the lady said as she introduced herself as Michelle. She went into a full detailed description of what she did and what the company did for online models and cam girls. She had peaked my interests. No longer would I be the one that would have to advertise me. They would take care of all of it. From the taking of the pictures to putting the images on the correct websites.
"What about requests and commissions?" Michelle asked. "Are you okay with doing them?"
"They are okay, I guess," I shrugged.
"We will screen them, and only give you the ones you like, if you don't like it, you won't have to do it," Michelle said.
"I like that," I nodded.
"You have already met one of the photographers that we use," Michelle stated.
"Charlie?" I asked.
"Yes," Michelle responded. "Does it sound interesting?"
"Absolutely," I replied.
"Good," Michelle chimed. "I will send you the online application, you fill it out, and we will look it over, and we can handle everything from there."
"That easy, huh?" I asked.
"Yes, that easy," Michelle replied. As soon as I started the application, I realized it wouldn't be that easy. There was a ton of questions, the paperwork they needed me to scan and attach. As well as the list of sites I had pictures or videos on. The process was going to take much longer than I thought. Thankfully I had Will to help me. It took much longer than I had planned, and by the time I had reached the halfway mark of the application, I had enough of staring at the screen.
"I can do the rest tomorrow," I said, looking at Will who was just as tired as I was, he nodded his agreement and walked towards the door. "Don't forget you told everyone you would do a show tonight, since you didn't go on last night," Will said as he closed the door.
"Damn it," I said, looking at the time. "I could do a quick hour," I shrugged.
I got all dolled up complete with makeup and a low cut top. As I turned on my camera and aimed it down at my chest, I started to get into character. Instantly the chatroom filled up. Most of them were the usual crowd, I saw Frederick's username pop in and knew I would get my daily quota. Within the first few minutes, the typical questions were asked, after that, I told them about my lazy day, and the stupid request. Once in a while, I pulled on my top suggesting that I was going to take it off.
I was waiting for the right amount which every one of my usual people knew, they were counting on the new people to spend their coins. The moment the mark was met and the sound chimed, I took it off and went back to talking. I could tell the new people from the regulars, they always had the same questions. Which most of the regulars answered for me.
Frederick had sent me four requests to go private with him. I had no intention of going private tonight. I wanted to get this show done, then go to bed.
"How much do we have to get to for the bra to come off?" one of the newcomers asked.
One of the regulars answered, and instantly the newcomer paid it. Once I saw the marker turn and the sound chimed, I reached behind and unclasped my bra, letting it slowly fall off of me. Instantly the barrage of questions came, my favorite was why I was single, and if I were with them, I wouldn't be doing the shows. I ignored them, of course. I knew why I was single, if I had someone in my life that I was serious about, I wouldn't be doing any of these things.
I kept teasing them for a few by lifting and playing with my breasts to putting my arm between them, which was always a big hit. The moment the hour had passed, I told them all that I had other things to do. I quickly signed off and promised more time for the ones that asked for it at a later date.
"Finally," I said as I sat back in my chair. I felt exhausted, even though I had stayed home all day.
I receive a text. "Nice show," it was from Timothy. I was shocked. "One of the new guys?" I asked with a smile on my face.
"Yeah, I figured I would pop in and give some support," he responded.
"Thank you, it was much appreciated," I replied as I got out of my chair. By the time I got upstairs and into the bathtub, we had gone from texting to him going to call me.
"Well?" I asked as I picked up the phone.
"Well, what?" Timothy replied.
"You didn't answer," I said with a smile on my face. We hadn't flirted with each other in years.
"Yes," Timothy said as he answered my question. "I did like your show."
"Good," I nodded as I sunk even further into the tub filled with bubbles.
"They look bigger than I remember," Timothy said.
"Well," I said as I squeezed one of my boobs. "You always said if you were to get divorced, you would find someone smaller, in the boob department."
"Yes," Timothy said. His voice had changed. "Natalie is much smaller."
Great, the mood had changed. There was the awkward silence as we both realized we were no longer together, and he had moved on. "Where is she?" I asked.
"She is working tonight, she found a job at the hospital," Timothy answered.
"That's good," I said as I cleared my throat.
"Yes, it is," Timothy said as I could tell he was regretting contacting me.
"Give the kids a hug for me," I said, trying to be the better person.
"Of course," T
imothy said. "I did enjoy your show."
"I know," I said as I hung up. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "Finished," I said as the percentage completed on the screen said a hundred percent. I had finished the application. It was annoying, but I guess they had to cover all the bases. Some of the questions were very personal, ranging from dress size to the last time I had sex with the opposite sex. There were also questions about porn.
I knew some of their clients were porn actors, answering some of the questions made me think about if I would be interested in eventually doing porn. At the moment, I was torn. A part of me was interested the other part was reluctant to be fully nude and fucked in front of a camera, then having millions of people watch it.
I wasn't the thin, busty type, and even though I knew there were many videos of large women being fucked and a lot of chubby chasers out there that would love to see a big girl like myself getting fucked, there was still a part of me that was happy doing topless.
It took a while before I got a call from Michelle stating that they had approved my application and that they would handle the removal of all my content from the other sites. She walked me through my online portal, where I could sign up for shoots, see my pay stubs, as well as log in to their camera web site. Which I had to say paid more than most of the others.
They also handle moderation of the comments in my cam shows and comments on my videos and photos. So all I had to do was make myself available to them, especially on company advertisement. Since they were still starting out there most significant need was advertising so that they could get more clients. The customer base had its fill of the present roster.
I scrolled through some of the shoots and saw one that was scheduled for next week in Tampa, next to the beach. I hit the sign up button and was immediately emailed a list of things I would need to bring, and what times the shoots were going to be, most of them were early morning and late nights. If I went, I would have to be at all of the shoots. A confirmation button appeared at the bottom after reading everything.
To our relief, Susan did not get pregnant. She immediately found birth control that worked for her and continued to join Melissa and me, sharing our bed most weekends and sometimes through the week. The scare was harrowing, but it brought the three of us closer. There were no more secrets, more trust, and more fun. The three of us started doing everything together: hang out, watch shows, cook, and travel. Except I refused to join the girls' yoga class.
Like anything, nudity becomes routine once you’re used to it, but I still caught myself staring at the girls in admiration. I was no model, but Susan, always brash, liked to comment on my tight ass, chest or dick. Melissa was more reserved, but I knew she enjoyed seeing me on display too.
Occasionally, I would get an erection that refused to fade, so either Susan or Melissa would volunteer to, “take care of me.” Likewise, one of the girls would get horny for no reason and need my help. This always turned into an extended period in bed or on the living room floor.
We made up the rules as we went. Melissa was happy to let Susan and I fuck anytime, but she preferred to be there to watch. Sometimes she needed me afterwards too. No matter how drained Susan left me, I somehow found renewed energy for my lovely Melissa.
Susan kept up her wild lifestyle. Sometimes she met a new guy and disappeared, but she always gravitated back to us after a few weeks with bitter stories of the latest asshole and laments of, “why can’t I just find a guy like you?”
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One Sunday morning as the three of us lay in bed, Melissa said, “We should all just move in together.”
Susan snorted. “Three people in a one-bedroom apartment? We’d go nuts.”
“We could find another place. None of us make much money, but together I think we could buy a house. Even without Susan’s income, we could afford something better.”
Susan and I both looked at her.
“A house?” I said. “That’s a big step.”
“Is it?” said Melissa. “You’re still hoping to find someone better than me and Susan? Run off with another girl... or three?” The thought of being without Melissa made me feel ill. I couldn’t imagine being without Susan, either. “You know I’m not going anywhere,” I said. “I love you, remember?” She kissed me. “And I love you. And Susan. Though I’d love her a lot more if she’d stop running away every time she thinks she’s found Prince Charming.”
Susan said, “What’s wrong with wanting a guy all to myself?”
“Nothing," replied Melissa. "Though remember your goldfish? Full-time boyfriends take even more care and feeding... even after you’ve got them trained.” She patted my arm in mock condescension.
“Hey,” I said, “So I’m a goldfish to you now?”
“Mmm, no. More like a puppy.”
“Yeah... a pussy hound,” added Susan.
“SUSAN!” we both exclaimed. I hit her with a pillow.
Susan said, “I have to admit, I’m never at my place anymore. We could just get a two-bedroom somewhere.” “That was my first thought,” said Melissa. “But have you seen the rent in this city lately? It’s crazy. I did the numbers and it would be cheaper to get a house. Nothing fancy. Maybe some place outside of town.”
I said, “That’s an idea. An old farmhouse with some land. Privacy to walk around outside nude. Fuck on the lawn.”
This time, Susan hit me with the pillow. “See? That’s all he thinks about.”
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We found an old rural brick house, set back from the road in the trees. The privacy and large yards were perfect for three full-time nudists to play and bask in the sun when we wanted.
When we took possession, the three of us drove out together. “Never thought we’d own an actual house,” Melissa said. She held the keys with reverence. When we got out of the car, we noticed the silence. No traffic, no sirens... just birds and the breeze through the surrounding woods.
“All right!” exclaimed Susan. “Let’s make ourselves at home!” She stripped off her clothes and threw them on the front yard. Melissa did the same, and both ran for the back. “Hey! Wait!” I shouted, but they had already rounded the corner. I heard screams. When I got there, Susan and Melissa stood trying to cover themselves while the two electricians I had hired to install an outside outlet watched and grinned.
The girls fled.
I said, “Sorry about that, guys. They’re just a little excited about finally moving in.”
“Perfectly all right,” said the older electrician. “It’s your home. Say, if you can get them to come back and just... I dunno... stand there, maybe we can put a discount on your bill.”
Once the electricians had left, the three of us lay on the grass of the backyard, naked under the sun, enjoying the freedom of our own property.
“It’s so quiet,” said Melissa.
“Too quiet,” said Susan, sharing a look with her friend. Before I knew what was happening, Melissa had scooted down to take me into her mouth while Susan kissed me then lowered her blonde pussy onto my face. I wound up fucking one, then the other, and then the three of us lay back on the grass to recover, naked under the early summer sun.
~~~~ The house needed work. We watched videos and borrowed books about painting, drywall, carpentry and maintaining a septic tank. Susan enjoyed painting, which I loathed. Melissa found furniture and took charge of organizing it. None of us knew what we were doing, but as we learned we became even closer friends and lovers.
Though Susan had her own bedroom, we usually all slept together. Some nights Susan needed me all to herself, so I spent the night alone with her and we exhausted ourselves. Susan still went into town to party, and ran off with some guy four months after we moved in. A week later she returned, more upset than usual. She never told us what happened, but she needed attention from Melissa and me for weeks afterward.
The permanence of having our own house, and having two people who cared for her, seemed to calm Susan. She was happier, though still a lit
tle wild. She partied in town less and less and, best of all, never ran off again.
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Soon the three of us realized that our odd three-way naturist relationship was stable. We lived in near harmony, sharing the household duties and finances like we shared a bed each night.
I never saw jealousy between my two wonderful women, but life in the house wasn’t perfect. We had squabbles about money and petty things. One evening Susan stood in front of me while I was watching TV and said, “underwear and socks are not home decor, you know. Can you take them to your room when you get home, instead of just leaving them everywhere?”
“Well, toenail clippings and pubic hair aren’t either,” I retorted, referring to Susan’s habit of grooming her feet and blonde bush while she watched TV.
“Pig,” she said, playfully.
“Slut,” I said. Susan attacked me. We wound up wrestling. Susan was agile. Often our matches ended with her astride my neck, pinning me down and shoving her pussy in my face. Or, she would have her legs hooked around my waist, shoving her boobs into my mouth.
That time, however, I dominated and forced my half-hard dick between her legs.
“Don’t you dare,” she said, looking down at my dick.
When Melissa heard the commotion, she strolled into the living room to watch. She loved watching Susan and me fuck almost as much as she loved getting fucked herself. “Mel!” said Susan, struggling to throw me off, “Help!”
“Okay,” said Melissa. She crouched and pinned Susan’s arms above her head.
“Help ME, not him... ohhhhh.”
Susan groaned as I pushed into her. She stopped struggling and spread her legs wide, letting me take her.
Melissa held Susan’s arms, breathing with excitement and lovingly stroking Susan’s hair while I fucked her on our living room floor.
It was our favorite way of making up.
~~~~ Melissa started talking about kids again. If we were in the city and saw a baby she would stop to make a fuss. Once we walked by a playground and she insisted on watching the antics of the toddlers until their caretakers started looking at with unease.