Heat, Sweat and Web Polls

Nas helped me up onto the platform and maneuvered me onto the couch. I shifted around on the sofa fanning myself trying to get comfortable as I started to perspire. I gradually slid the straps of my outfit off my shoulders and pulled the top half of my dress down to my waist trying to get relief from the heat. I then saw Nas go camera to camera and adjust their settings. I opened my mouth to ask what she was doing when the door opened and in walked the man himself.

Blake strode over to the platform, stepped up, and held out his hand. "Your phone please, Semra sweetie," he said pleasantly. I absentmindedly reached into my pocket as I stared at his gorgeous face and handed it over. My head was swimming with feelings of being hot and lusty, a vague confusion wafting through my thoughts which left me in a mood to be strangely cooperative. It didn't even cross my mind to refuse. I watched him with intense curiosity as he walked the phone over to Nas and told her to be sure not to include his face in any of the shots. "And nothing longer than 60s. I promised her video for that pervy husband of hers but I don't particularly care to make it seem too professional or anything", he said as he turned back around.

He stepped back up and sat next to me. "I think the cocktail Nas slipped in your drink has had enough time to take effect", he said matter of factly. "I can tell by the state of your clothing that you are rather ready for whatever I require of you", He stated with a smile. "When I'm ready, Nas will start the cameras and it will tape every moment of our encounter. After editing, it will go out to my faithful subscribers and I'll be happy to pocket their hard-earned cash." I could hear his words but could not quite assemble their meaning in my mind. All I could think of was the warmth in my chest, the dampness between my legs, and the raw need building inside me for sexual release. "Now you wait here like a good little girl while I await the results."

He stood and stepped back away from me, sat at the desk, set a webcam up, and opened his laptop. I could see and hear him typing at the keyboard. I didn't even think to try and figure out what he was doing over there. I just kept fanning myself and fantasizing about what I wished would happen. Little did I know, he would have his marching orders soon enough.

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Blake opened the site, started the webcam video on the internet forum he ran for people who subscribed and included the following poll:

'OK. I have a cute Turkish strumpet revved up and ready as you can see. She's a married little tart looking for some action. What kind of show do you want?

A. Just use her in the office

B. Invite some friends in

C. Let her be a little nympho and run the show

D. Rough. Treat her like the cheating little tramp she is

As usual, the poll will close in 10 minutes.'

He turned back toward me and watched my hand slide under my dress and start rubbing my tortured pussy on the couch. My bra covered breasts were plainly visible to everyone watching on the webcam. He smiled as he watched thousands of his faithful subscribers push the poll numbers up and up, all the while eagerly sharing with each other in the chat how they would treat me if they were there. He glanced from the screen to me and back again waiting for the poll timer to run out. Neither of us could wait to get started though our motivations weren't quite the same.