The crisis ended up taking its toll on the craft business that, together with my friend Merche, we had and, a month befo

The crisis ended up taking its toll on the craft business that, together with my friend Merche, we had and, a month before we decided to close the store, I had to find a source of extraordinary income to make ends meet. And, since it was a desperate measure, I found it the easiest way, selling my sex online. I joined an amateur webcam community in which, through a coin system, a scale was established to generate income. The system was simple, the more coins I got from the users who visited me, the more money I would charge. So every night, after closing the store and getting home, I would turn on the computer, put on my mask, and, in my bedroom, I would spend at least a couple of hours warming up the staff with as much weaponry as possible. At first, due to inexperience, I thought that a strip tease and a handjob would be enough, but when I saw how many strange things they asked me for, I had no choice but to buy some other toy to include in my sessions if I wanted to increase my income. I learned very quickly. The first few days the users managed to get me to take off my clothes too easily due to my desire to get coins, but when I found that, being easy, they gave little, I began to work on the power of seduction and insinuation to spend as much time as possible with many users dropping coins. After two weeks I had already managed to spend four hours in front of the computer, have only three handjobs and, nevertheless, have a constant stream of coins. The day Merche and I came to the conclusion that we had to leave the premises, we decided to continue working and do it from my home. She was married and there was no space in her house, however, since I live alone it seemed appropriate to set up the workshop in my living room. I have a huge dining room table that I barely used and that was ideal for having all the supplies we use in making our craft items. Working with Merche from home was a problem for me at my other job. She was going through a bad time with her husband and used to stay up late with me so she wouldn't go home. Little by little the clock was eating away hours and, before I realized it, it was common for him to stay until ten at night. And, at that time, I was already used to spending a lot of time with the webcam. With Merche at home it was very difficult for me to do so. I tried to find solutions. Now that I no longer had to go to the store, I could take advantage of the mornings for my cybersex moments but, unfortunately, that time slot was not as profitable as the evening time slot and, what's worse, it did not coincide with some users who were already regulars in my room and who left a lot of coins. I couldn't tell Merche what I did. Precisely one of her problems with her husband is that he wanted them to fuck in front of a webcam and she refused. Merche had a business acumen and incredible initiative but, on the contrary, on a sexual level she was rather a prude. If I told him what I was doing, he would most likely end up comparing me to a whore and we would end up in trouble. I loved her too much to allow that to happen so I had no choice but to look for other alternatives to recover the night schedule of my secret job. I left home for a few days and gave Merche the excuse that I had to resolve a family matter in town. I left her the keys so she could continue going there to work and, meanwhile, I settled in my parents' empty house to put my work in the world of sex in order. I was so overwhelmed thinking about the time I had lost that, from the moment I entered the door of the house, I put on my clothes and mask and was online almost twenty-four hours a day. I took advantage of the empty moments to try to design a work organization chart that would allow me to combine both jobs from home again and, at the same time, as I met my best users again, I informed them of my new online schedules so that they could take them into account. The fact is that I went from being a webcam girl to becoming a kind of online porn big brother protagonist after one day. Since, in addition to petting myself, I also chatted with my users about trivial topics, in the end I found it fun to take my laptop around while I did other things around the house. You wouldn't believe how much money you can earn for preparing food in a thong and apron. And so, what was going to be just a Thursday and Friday, also ate up the weekend... I had thought that, after spending all of Thursday and Friday morning recovering users and lost time, I would return home to be there for the weekend. But the thing is that on Friday I entertained myself, precisely cooking as I just told you, and something incredible happened to me. Something that is practically impossible to happen but that, by doing so, shows how small the world has become since the Internet existed. One of the users who was in my room was my neighbor the exhibitionist! I haven't told you before that the webcam portal where I registered also has a private show service that is paid for separately from the coin system. Well it turns out that my neighbor, after seeing me cooking with my mask, my thong and my apron, checked his camera (a part of the process of using the portal) and requested me for a private show which I immediately accepted. He was my neighbor! I had the opportunity to test him on his own terms, to find out the reason for his hobbies, to question him. And, furthermore, not only was I going to be able to do it without him knowing it was me, but on top of that, he was going to pay me for it. It was too attractive a proposition to refuse. After finishing off the pill by telling me how exciting he had found seeing me in the kitchen and a couple more comments about my statuesque physique, I took the conversation to the area that interested me, using my weapons of seduction and playing a little with provocation. It turns out that the bastard lives off of this! And he's doing great from what he's told me. As he told me his life, he conquered me. My neighbor was a normal guy, a little obsessed with sex, but he had known how to channel his vice to make it profitable. He told me about a thousand websites where you could make money. He even recommended a better webcam portal than the one I had signed up for. We spoke so naturally that I felt comfortable with him. Even though I still didn't know that he was talking to me, we had a very familiar relationship that comforted me and made me feel good. So much so that, with so much information, I was even rethinking my professional priorities. What had to be first? The craft business or cyberspace? "You need both," he told me. The official extra to earn good money for as many years as you can and, the official, so that you have your business activity, make your contributions to ensure future coverage and, of course, to hide this other one. I recommend that, while you are this good and the crisis consumes us, you give this a priority. Here you will win more and you will be able to compensate for the other's losses. Then, when you see that the other person is starting to come back, you stop and ask yourself the same question again. -You just earned me taking off my apron. He was an intelligent guy who knew how to say things clearly. She seems to have her life planned only in the short or medium term, not like us, who are those of us who want to see the end of what our life will be like, and that she gave me that vision, I found it interesting. In these moments of crisis it is impossible to think in the long term and, thinking in the short or medium term, the truth is that he was right. Right now I'm worth doing this, I like it and it makes me money. When I can think about tomorrow I will see what I do then. That he gave me solutions so easily was what encouraged me to reward him. Apart from that, just in case, it was time to raise the temperature a little bit lest the neighbor end up getting bored and leave. So, after taking off my apron, as you can imagine the conversation escalated until he ended up asking me to lie down on the bed to continue the conversation there. I took the laptop in my hand and left the dining room to cross the hallway and enter my bedroom while I continued talking to Leo, that's my neighbor's name. He was lying on his couch, as usual, although his webcam gave me a perspective of his living room that I couldn't see from my house and that gave me an idea. -Can you show me your house? –I asked him. -There's nothing special about it. -That's what it may seem like to you, but if you don't mind, I'm interested in knowing what the house of someone like you is like. Someone who spends his days naked in front of a computer and who, from what he tells me, lives off of sex. Come on! Goes! Can you show it to me?! My neighbor did the same as me and, laptop in hand, gave me a little tour of his house. It was exactly the same as mine but symmetrically opposite, so I knew which room was hidden behind each door. Although, of course, it caught my attention to see how he had them set up. And the visit ended by showing me his bedroom, where I found another surprise... -It just can't be! –I thought-. Is that Merche on that poster?! What is my neighbor doing with that photo?! Leo had a life-size photo hanging on his bedroom wall that could have been a Michelin calendar spread but, surprisingly, it featured my friend. Merche posed for the camera like the most professional of models dressed, solely and exclusively, in a black garter belt, black fishnet stockings and high-heeled shoes. She was standing, resting the shin and the knee of one of her legs on the mattress of her bed, her arms close to her body, a collar that looked like a dog-walking chain, perfectly made-up and with a look so seductive and lascivious that it devoured her. His chest defied the force of gravity and, in his crotch, the shaved and immaculate mons of Venus showed the fold of his upper lips, enveloping the lower ones, which could be perfectly distinguished peeking out from under the others. -Who is the one on the poster? Doesn't sound familiar... "It doesn't have to ring any bells," he responded nonchalantly. She's not famous, she's a friend... -Well, screw the photos your friend takes! -Do you like it? -It turns me on, yes. -I could introduce you one day. If you want and if she wants, of course... -Does he also live off sex like you? Well... Like us? -What's up! –he said laughing-. It is the most opposite thing you can imagine to this little world. -Well, anyone would say it with the photos he sends you! What do you know her from then? -She appeared naked yesterday in front of the window of my house. -Is that some kind of short story writer metaphor? -No, it's totally literal. She was naked at a friend's house, showing off for me to see, and after fooling around with me enough, she gave me her email address to add to Messenger. We had a very pleasant talk that ended with a magnificent show. -What show? -Can you put the camera a little better so that I can see all of you? Whatever he was going to tell me, it was clear that he assumed it was going to excite me and that he was going to touch me while I listened to him. Finding out in this way that Merche had done some kind of crazy sexual thing in my house, the truth is that it didn't excite me very much. Sexually speaking, of course, because my nerves were on edge, fueled by the curiosity of knowing what the hell Merche was doing showing off naked for anyone from my house. -Better this way? –I hid while I repositioned myself-. Tell me what you did yesterday, what was that show you were telling me about... And Leo told me the story… When he told me that Merche had walked naked in front of the window and then lay down on the sofa to, probably, start masturbating, I began to caress my pussy over my thong to encourage him to continue with the story and get horny too. Then, when she told me what she had done to give him her email address and how their conversation began to develop, I took off my thong and, in the same position I was in, I continued caressing myself but opening my legs a little more. He began to caress himself. And finally, when he started to tell me how Merche masturbated on the rubber ball in front of the glass, I lay down on the bed with my pussy in close-up and fingered myself until, shortly after telling me how he came, I faked a possessed orgasm so that he would come again. I heard his breathing through my speakers and gave him a few seconds to compose himself. Then, without moving my pussy from where I had it, I raised my body a little and lowered the laptop screen so that Leo could see my face and sex at the same time. -If your friend decides one day to repeat the experience, I have to see it... What an element! -Look! The potential she has and that she is ashamed to do those things with her husband. I tell you that, if one day he cheers up and gives him the first surprise, there will no longer be anyone to separate these two. They are one for another. -Do you also know the husband? Before he said anything I already knew the answer, I saw it on his face. And, this new story did seem to be more than interesting. -He was the one who sent me the photo. Well, this and a few more... -What a pig! –I thought. Oscar was violating his wife's privacy by displaying her photos online. And, although that seemed fatal to me, the fact is that the fact that Merche herself had done the same downplayed her recklessness a little. On the other hand, the fact that they had both gone to find the same guy seemed like such an incredible coincidence to me that their recklessness became a morbid coincidence. With how big the internet is! The role that Leo played in that situation also began to seem singular to me and I thought that, if I were in his place, I wouldn't know what to do with such power. Being in the middle of a couple without them knowing and knowing their most intimate secrets is very tempting. -So... you're in the middle and they don't know it... -That's how it is! -How morbid! You can play with them, take advantage of them... -Yes, I could, but nevertheless, I have decided to do something good for them. Taking advantage of everything you can, of course! -And what do you do when you chat with him? Leo told me how he and Oscar beat themselves to death looking at Merche's photos while fantasizing about scenes in which the three of them participated. Some with Merche's knowledge and others without it. What imagination they both had! The mother who gave birth to them! He began to tell me such morbid fantasies that I couldn't help but end up imagining myself participating in them. He realized that I was getting horny and had fun... He started to tell me about a photomontage that Oscar had made in which Merche appeared with another girl lying face up on the same bed and masturbating and he didn't hesitate to put me in that other girl's place. They looked at us, photographed us, caressed our bodies and touched themselves when they saw us. My imagination placed the four of us in my bedroom and, while Leo continued recounting that suggestive scene, I put my hand to my sex to pay homage. And what a wonderful orgasm I had! I really wanted to do this handjob. My neighbor had gotten me excited by imagining me in a scene with him, my best friend, and her husband, something I would never have thought of. And yet, after imagining it, I thought it was a super exciting scene. Oscar and Leo may not be the ideal couple, but there is no doubt that they are perfect for having an orgy with them. Under other circumstances I would fuck them without hesitation. Together or separately, I don't care. And, Merche,… I have enough trust with her so that it wouldn't be strange for us to fuck at the same time in the same bed. And, now that I know that he has a slut inside him, I would even like something to happen to see how far he can go. In short, imagining the four of them fucking in my house made me so horny that I wanted to have that handjob, which I also enjoyed like I never would have imagined I could. -Are they connected now? Do you talk to them at the same time as me? -He is connected. She doesn't, but I know she's already at her friend's house. I saw her arrive recently. -Why don't you bring your friend to my room? Do you think he would ask me for a private show? I would love to do it… -Well, maybe on the least expected day he asks you, if he hasn't already asked you. -How already?! Do you know me? -Yeah. It was he who told me that I had to meet you, that he had found a real hottie who was spectacular. I already told you before that I don't usually visit this portal because I know them better. But I was curious to know what the girl he was telling me about was like. -And what do I think of you? -That fell short when describing you. If it weren't for the fact that, with the mask, I can't see your face... But, otherwise, you are incredible. And I don't just mean that you're hot, which you are, but that you're also a sexy and extremely kinky chick. -But you only say that because of the spectacular shot that you have on the screen right now... -That's probably why... So, what? Shall I let our friend know you're here? -Well, if I'm honest, it's almost better than not. I've had enough for a long time and, besides, I also have to resolve some issues. So I think I'm going to leave the computer for today. -Of course... You also have life on the other side of the screen... We said goodbye cheerfully, I had the feeling that Leo had been satisfied with the show I had offered him. After all, even if I used the session for something else, deep down watching me masturbate for him was the reason he had contacted me. I closed the account, turned off the computer, took off the mask and stayed thoughtful. All those things that I had just found out that Oscar and Merche did were relevant enough to ask them for explanations, at least from Merche for what they had done in my house, or to ask certain things. First of all, what was I going to do now that I knew? I had to call Merche. I couldn't believe he hadn't already called me to tell me. She was probably nervous because the exhibitionism episode had developed in my house and she didn't know how to tell me. In any other situation he would have called me, we share these types of confidences. Although I haven't told him yet that I do what I do. Then I had the idea of calling her with the excuse that I was going to stay in town for the weekend as well. Although, by the way, as I thought about it, it seemed like a good idea. If I stayed I would have more time to think about what to do with them and their secret hobbies. -And what about you, what do you tell me? How has the week been at my house? Have you watered my plants? -Yes, I already told you not to worry... Everything is as usual here. I have made a necklace with the white stones that you have to see and a pair of matching rings. The thieves have not entered and everything is still in its place. Exhibitionist neighbor included -That? Have you had fun spying on him again? - I still don't know why he doesn't care about being there, doing his thing, and that he doesn't give a damn if the neighbors see him. Male! I can almost get high from the smell of their joints because of how close the two houses are. It has me intrigued -Ask him. I'm sure he will answer you. -Yes, of course... I have nothing else to do but start talking to a stranger about sex. -You could do other things but, look, talking is not a bad idea. Maybe he's even able to explain the things you don't understand about Oscar. -Oscar!... I'll tell you when you come. Last night we had a momentous talk again and, honestly, I don't know what to do with him anymore. Because... Well, I'll tell you when you come! Are you here already on Monday? -Yeah. I imagine that on Sunday I will sleep at home. So we'll see you on Monday. -Have a good weekend. A kiss. Ciao. What the hell happened last night? I was blocked. Yesterday Merche had it with Leo and I know that Oscar was watching me and, besides, they have their wall between them that they are not able to overcome and they do not know that Leo is in the middle of the two... There were too many possibilities of trouble that could have happened last night to know what exactly had happened. Definitely, the decision to stay in the town was the best option. It couldn't be good for us to see each other so soon. I could inadvertently screw up and say something I shouldn't. -Well, nothing, let's continue earning money this weekend while I think of something... Or let's see what he tells me on Monday...