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I looked longingly at myself in the mirror. I looked like a complete tart, someone could have mistook me for a stripper or a whore doing a roleplay but there was one important difference, I looked young. I was a true slutty schoolgirl.

I glanced over at my computer and noticed the light just went red but a lot of messages had scrolled by, I had completely forgotten it was still on. I took at closer look at what the guys had said.

"Oh nice, school slut..."
"Hey are you even there?"

There were a couple of other disconnects, I felt kind of bad, but there was one last one, someone who watched.

"Stay right there, I want to watch you get dressed."
"I love that outfit..."
"Man you're such a slut..."
"Oh yeah, show off your body, you know you love it."

That was it, I must be getting pretty good at this, I don't even have to try to get the guys off any more. Just then the green light flashed on again, my next john had arrived.

"Hello there little girl, you look like you've been naughty", appeared on the screen.

A dirty old perv, not my type normally but wearing this outfit just made me want to be bad for him.

"I'm sorry sir I won't do it again."

"I know your type, you're not sorry, you little whores love being naughty. Lift up your skirt."

I gave my best puppy dog look into my webcam before looking down in shame and lifting my skirt to the blank screen. My panties were soaked through, you could see the outline of my pussy through the thong.

"Just as I thought, you're so excited by this you'd do anything for a cock right now."

I could feel myself blushing as I slowly nodded.

"Bend over the chair and pull down your soiled panties."

Without even thinking I turned around and bend over at my waist, slowly dragging my wet thong down my legs. Just as my panties reached my ankles I turned around and winked into the camera and wiggled my bum.

"That's a good slut."

I sat back down and inhaled my scent from the dirty thong.

"Thank you", I smiled.

"Since you've been such a naughty girl I think it's time to be punished..."

My heart skipped a beat a second, "What is wrong with this guy, I'm not going to punish myself", I thought but just then I felt a drop of my juices run down my inner thigh, he knows how to bring out my inner slut, better than I do, and that's what scared me.

"I want you to go into the kitchen and bring back a wooden spoon."

Slightly flustered I nodded at the screen and quickly ran to the kitchen. I'd die if my uncle saw me like this.