The Webcam Anthology... and from being a customer, I became a star!

 

We’ll call her Dora, a nickname derived from a nickname, purely made up for privacy reasons. It wasn’t the first time I’d met a camgirl I’d had sex with online, but it would be the first time I’d met one for purely professional reasons. For almost a week, I was her cam partner—my first time on the other side of the screen.
I had met her on an Italian site (to be fair, I won’t say which one because privacy is paramount in this story) at a time when I wasn’t spending many hours online but was often looking for a ‘hit-and-run’ encounter. And Dora had been one of my solitary conquests, a recurring one compared to others because I’d had at least three private sessions (or maybe four) with her. Ideal for a ‘quickie’—an ‘honest’ cumshot and a quick chat, just two minutes, the natural time it takes to recover from the daze of an orgasm.
I found Dora again on another Italian site, a different kind of site because the girls don’t have a room but provide their contact info to do shows with clients. I contacted her on Skype and told her we’d already been together on the other site. She recognized me; even though I was just a ‘hit-and-run’ type, she remembered our private chats, and that made things more enjoyable.

It was 2015—over ten years ago—and for me, it was a time of pure experimentation. I felt confined by being just a customer, so I convinced two girls, for example, to create special videos where the camgirl would record the session—which also included my Skype cam—and stream our video live. A cam2cam “reality” video that was starting to gain huge popularity among the ones the girls were selling on their page.

It all happened after a private session with Dora, when, in the aftermath of climaxing, I told her about the experiences I just described, and she lit up. “Really? I can tell you have a sense of adventure; I wouldn’t mind trying it out.” I offered to help, asking her what kind of video she wanted to make. She winked at me and said, “Maybe we can talk about it live. You know, I’d like to make authentic videos, not just webcam recordings.” Convinced she was joking, I say, “They told me I have superpowers, but teleportation isn’t one of them.” And she, laughing, says, “For that, a plane will do.”

A week later, she picked me up at the airport in her city. To be honest, in the days leading up to our meeting, I’d suspected there was a “catch”: “There’s bound to be one,” I thought, but the chance to complete the director’s project with a great live video was too tempting to pass up. I discovered that Dora wasn’t just sincere, but also quite “hungry”; for her, sex was a necessity as well as a pleasure: in that, we were very similar.

I stayed at Dora’s place for five days, and we didn’t just shoot videos for her page—we also fucked on cam for her followers’ enjoyment, and we fucked for our own pleasure too, without any devices.

We made four videos: two POVs, an anal session, and a cock control scene where her tool for measuring pleasure was my cock, and I had to cum at zero—except this time, the control was physically beyond my hand.
As for the cam shows, I remember quite a few “quickies”—Dora hadn’t even had time to take me in her mouth before the user would cum like there was no tomorrow. That was definitely thanks to her, to her obvious voracity, which, after all, I’d always noticed in our shows.

It was a satisfying week where, for the first—and perhaps only—time in my life, I didn’t miss the webcams, but only because I’d switched to the other side of the camera. It was so exciting because, together with her, I’d become a tool to make others cum.
There was also a long show, over half an hour, where we were able to give it our all, and after trying various positions, I ended my performance with a thick, creamy cumshot in Dora’s mouth. It’s a real shame there isn’t a video of that moment.

We said goodbye on the morning of the sixth day: “I’ll let you know if I need a partner again,” she told me at the airport. But since then we’ve done a couple more shows on Skype. It might seem like a step backward, but in reality it’s the right way to go: she used me and I used her, and we had fun.

Today I don’t know what became of her; her account is gone, and she’s even changed her phone number.
I don’t think her “hunger” and desire for exhibitionism have gone away, and I don’t even think I was the first person she proposed this “vacation” to. But that’s okay—in fact, it’s just fine.

By the way, not long ago, on one of the many less mainstream sites where people share Italian amateur porn, there was a short clip of me cumming in Dora’s mouth with the caption “Apri la bocca, troia!”—the line I said to her in the video. It was a snapshot of the moment, taken from one of the two POVs. Who knows who uploaded it.
We retrieved that very short video and included it in our Webcam Anthology.