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Amanda was busy indulging her own needs (‘How can I serve the callers if I can’t serve myself?’ she reasoned) when she heard a timer go off behind her. It wasn’t much, just one loud “BONG!” which startled her, and, apparently, every girl in the room, such that she jumped in her chair.

For a moment she was confused. Where had that sound come from, she wondered?

But all at once, she decided not to worry about it. It just meant it was time to log into work.

She clicked out of whatever program was open on her screen and searched the desktop until she found it: The little blue heart marked “MPC – CAM SERVICE.” She double-clicked the icon, reached under the counter (not questioning why she knew exactly where to reach or what to grab when she did) and pulled up the little grey round device. She plugged it into her PC, perched it atop her screen, and switched it ‘ON.’

And just like that, Amanda the cam girl was online.

In a second, her screen filled up, half with an empty chat screen where she’d see the queue of new customers logging on to see her show and offer suggestions, and half with her own image in a pixelated HD. She tested her dazzling smile in the lens and saw that she looked as radiant as the boys (and girls, she figured) always told her she looked.

It wasn’t long before names started filling up the queue, paying customers who’d signed up for a session with her. When they logged in, she gave a smile and a wave, reaching up to bounce her hefty, fake E-cup titties (which, unbeknownst to her, had appeared on her chest when the timer went off), and laughed melodically into her headset.

“Hi there,” she whispered seductively. “What would you like to see this evening?”

Users seemed to be tripping over themselves to send her suggestions, but of course those had a “Premium Member” symbol next to their name got priority. They were the ones that paid a little extra, just for her. The first one of those was a guy named Wujeeboy.

“Do a little dance,” he typed. “I wanna see that ass of yours.”

She smirked and said, “Which song should I dance to?”

The replies were fast and adamant, but it was Wujeeboy’s dance, and his command was delightfully creative: “Something submissive.”

She raised her eyebrows, but nodded. Quickly, she found the song on the computer’s iTunes playlist, and started playing it: Britney Spears, “I’m a Slave 4 U.”

The opening strains of the song piped quietly through her speakers and played in her video feed for the benefit of her audience. Wujeeboy seemed pleased. “Go,” he typed, and she went.

Amanda started while she was still seated, slowly twisting her body as she slid herself back in the office chair until the camera captured her from her head to her knees, pressed together meekly, hiding her crown jewel, for the time being. She bent low and tossed her dirty blonde hair about, letting it glide over the skin of her legs as she rose back up.

If she was hindered in her teasing by the fact that she didn’t have any clothes to strip out of, she didn’t show it. She just smiled demurely as she sat back in her chair, her dazzling teeth showing through her thick pink lips, her arm crossing over her expanded bosom to hide her prodigious assets.

Amanda shook her hips to the music, grinding against the air as she slowly stood and spun. Her hair whipped through the air as she did a full 360 turn, her full, heart-shaped ass a beautiful blur for the camera. As the beat pulsed through her, she spread her fingers over her nipples, letting them peak into view, before rubbing her enhanced mams in time with the rhythms of the song.

Slowly, she bent her knees and got low, playing with her healthy tits the whole way down. Her body was mostly out of the camera’s view when she turned, the back of her head the only thing in frame. As the music built to its climax, she rose, ever-so-slowly, and her perfect, barely-transformed (it was already wonderful to begin with, Brian reasoned) ass came into view.

Hips swung and shook, and Amanda gave a few quick booty pops for her viewers, knowing that they had their pants around their ankles, dicks in their hands, and loving every second of the attention. Before the song was over, she straddled her chair and spread her legs, providing an incredible view of her fuckable body from behind. She knew how hot she looked, and her juices dripped onto the seat below her as the song faded out and she looked over her shoulder and blew her viewers a kiss.

She took her time re-adjusting herself. She settled back into her chair, grabbed her headset, and asked seductively, “How was that?”

Wujeeboy was the first to respond. “Very nice,” he typed. She smiled.

Another user, simply known as TC, asked, “What’s that going on behind you?”

Amanda turned as if she’d never looked back into the middle of the office before. At first, she didn’t understand what she was seeing: A tall, thick black woman with huge, bouncing natural breasts and a vacant look in her eyes was being driven up and down on the dick of a naked, muscular hunk.

But then, everything seemed to come into focus in her head. “Oh,” Amanda said almost dismissively, “That’s just Jenny fucking the Master. Looks fun, huh?”

TC couldn’t seem to respond fast enough, his answer popping up almost instantly: “Get in on that!!!”

Amanda grinned and shrugged. “Let’s see what we can do.”

Jenny’s last memories of her old life blinked out as she screamed and came on the tip of Master’s unbelievable member.

After that, she could no longer think of who she’d been, but only what she was: A quivering mass of fuckmeat for her Master’s desires, a thoughtless lovedoll to be passed around and used for getting men off, a wet slit, big tits, massive booty, and hot mouth to be filled and covered with delicious cum.

And that knowledge made her incredibly horny.

Brian had Jenny bent over the cubby island now, her prodigious udders squished against the cold countertop as his long shaft plowed into her fat ass. Gone were the years of exercise that had kept her toned and combat-ready. Her impressive abs and powerful arms were now flabby, and they jiggled with each thrust of cock that penetrated her tight holes. If she could have remembered her former self, she would have been appalled at just how ballooned she now looked. But all she could remember was the present, and that was the dick inside of her.

Brian couldn’t help but revel in his triumph. “Call me a pervert now, you bitch,” he hissed.

“Pervert!” she cried, mistaking his taunting for a command.

The insult just made him fuck her harder, spanking her bulbous bottom and watching the rolls of her thick thighs quake with the impact.

Jenny closed her eyes and let the bliss of fulfilling her purpose wash over her. She moaned and pushed back into her dicking, the hard rod probing into her rosebud and sending shooting bolts of strange pleasure to her brain. It was like her asshole was as sensitive as her clit (it was, but she couldn’t have known that at the time).

Just as she was about to spill over into orgasm again, she felt something warm cover her face. Opening her eyes, she saw Amanda, bending forward, with her glorious ass thrust before Jenny’s mouth. Amanda reached back and spread her cheeks apart, letting her winking pink rear entrance show for Jenny’s thoughtless gaze.

“Lick me, whore,” Amanda commanded, and the joy Jenny felt from being degraded met her need to obey and she stuck out her tongue, lapping up Amanda’s crack.

Amanda cooed and smiled into her camera, which she’d adjusted to catch the angle of the fresh threesome. Her bolted-on titties bulged out beneath her bent frame, and in the view of her online audience, all they could see was her dolled-up body bent in front of a protruding mass of black flesh being plowed by a huge, muscular Adonis.

Amanda caught a message from the chat window: “Give us a better angle!”

Amanda knew the rules: The customer’s needs over all else. She turned and squatted low to give Jenny a quick, tongue-heavy kiss, tasting the musty flavor of her asshole on the lovedoll’s lips. Then she climbed onto the counter longwise, building a bridge over Jenny’s face-down body.

“Master?” she asked in a sweet, silly, feminine voice. “The viewers wanna see the show. Can I move Jenny around?”

Brian slowed his railing and smirked. He grabbed one of Amanda’s plastic tits and groped. ‘Maybe I’ll make ’em natural later,’ he thought. ‘But for now…’

“Sure thing, Mandy,” he said. “Turn her that way.”

With an excited little clap, Amanda stood and tugged on the bent Jenny.

“Come on, bitch, I wanna give the fans a show.”

She flipped Jenny over and laid her lengthwise so the camera could see her whole big body in profile. Then, with some effort, Amanda climbed and straddled Jenny’s head, her bare pussy lingering over the black girl’s face. Steadying herself as best she could on Jenny’s outrageous breasts, she ordered, “Lick me out like your life depended on it, you worthless fuckbitch!”

Amanda didn’t notice the tiny squirt of extra juices that squeezed forth from Jenny’s excited little hole at the aggressive insults, but she couldn’t help but be moved by the exuberant devouring of her flower as Jenny dove forth into her cunt with her tongue. The dark girl’s long pink taster burrowed deep into the blonde’s honeypot. Moans of delight echoed from both ends of the 69.

As Amanda lowered herself, pulling her blonde tresses to the side facing away from the camera so her gorgeously symmetrical face could still be seen by her customers, she had a vague inkling in the back of her head that this would be the first time she’d ever eaten out a woman. In fact, the distant voice noted, it was the first time she’d ever been eaten out by a girl herself.

But the second her lips encircled Jenny’s jutting clit and the taste of her womanhood graced her tongue, she knew that voice was silly. Her mouth was so trained to give pleasure, it was practically on auto-pilot. She let her tongue stick out flat and draw tight spirals around Jenny’s love button while one finger, then two, slipped swiftly in and out of her impressively fuck cave.

‘Clearly,’ Amanda thought, ‘I’ve done this before.’

The enhanced whore and the empty slut traded licks and squeals with ease and eagerness. The view was exquisite, even over the web, even just from the static side angle. For a moment, Brian appraised his good work. Then he turned to the camera and opened his hands.

“What should I do first?” he asked the paying spectators.

A flurry of messages popped into the chat screen on Amanda’s computer. The text was small, and he could barely see them, but finally, a premium user responded in all caps.

Wujeeboy typed, “TAKE THAT PERFECT ASS FOR A RIDE!”

Brian smirked. “You got it, Wujeeboy,” he said. “Happy birthday to you!”

Abby was good at her job. She knew she must be, because the longer she pumped into Becky with the big black strap-on she kept under the counter, the more viewers they got. And, passing into the tenth straight minute of bending her busty bisexual bimbo sister over and banging her from behind while she braced herself against Becky’s bubbly butt and her big balloons bounced, she had very many viewers indeed.

“Ooh, yeah, you like that, little sis, you fucking like getting fucked with my big dick?” Abby spat.

Becky gripped the counter and shrieked into the camera, “Yes! Oh fuck yes! Do me, big sister, DO ME HARDER!”

Abby knew she had another trick up her sleeve to make Becky cum. She reached down into the top of the strap-on harness, and twisted the switch at the base of the fat, fake cock. With a loud ‘hum,’ the vibrator came to life, buzzing Abby’s clit and pulsing through Becky’s fuck tunnel.

“HOLY FUUUUUUUCK!” Becky cried out, and her eyes rolled deep into the back of her head, and with one final, shuddering thrust back, burying the toy to its hilt, she spasmed and came, in waves, in bursts, in quakes.

The intense explosion of bliss was too much for Becky’s small mind to handle, and she briefly blacked out, sliding to the carpet on her knees. Her face rested against the countertop, just in the frame of the camera. It was the perfect position.

She came to seconds later to Abby slapping her toy, still vibrating, against Becky’s cheek.

“Wake up, slut, clean me off,” Abby commanded playfully.

Becky smiled and bobbed her head down onto the ersatz member.

Abby stroked her fingers through Becky’s golden hair. She remembered when she’d first asked her little sister to take the job at the hotline. Abby hadn’t really wanted her to take the job at first. Not because she wasn’t hot; Abby knew all too well how hot Becky could be, especially with her mouth, and hotness was the main prerequisite for working at the hotline.

But Becky had always been a grade-A ditz. She seemed to almost pride herself on being as vapid and air-headed as possible. Their parents had been rich, so neither one of them had ever tried especially hard in school or anything. And they’d both developed so early. Abby had thought she was a slut for popping her cherry at 14 with the pool boy, but by the time Becky had gotten to that age, the younger girl was already juggling three very “handsy” boyfriends. So Abby knew Becky had sexy down pat, but when it came to work ethic, she just didn’t think she would take it seriously, not to mention how hard a time she’d have with all the complicated phone stuff.

But then Joy, their boss, had made the announcement that they were switching over to webcams and were looking for girls who could be hotter on camera than they were on the phones, and Abby knew it was destiny. Their parents had forced Abby, and later Becky, to go to college, and had donated the local state university a hefty sum to grease the wheels on their admissions despite, well, everything on their school records (sleeping with teachers, smoking weed in the bathrooms, drinking in class, failing pretty much everything, etc., etc.). And mom and dad had said that if the two didn’t start showing some responsibility, they would get cut off from the money altogether.

Abby had gotten a job (she’d told them it was an answering service), and now, she knew, it was Becky’s turn.

Becky deepthroated the strap-on and her gagging pushed the vibrator up against Abby’s clit even more, and Abby knew she was close to the edge.

“Yesssss,” she hissed. “Like that, little bitch, like that.”

The first time Abby had brought Becky to Joy, the older lady-pimp had a hard time believing they were related. Becky’s blonde, perfect features were a stark contrast with Abby’s dark hair and angular face. The only things that matched between them were their huge racks, which they often pressed together when they were double-teaming some lucky guy and exclaimed “Wonder Twin powers, activate!” before falling into fitful giggles.

But Abby proved to Joy just how close she and Becky were. They fucked right there on the floor of the boss’s office, applying tender tricks that they’d learned from years of exploring one another’s bodies. The show was so intensely erotic that Joy had billed them as a sister fucking team right from Becky’s first day on the job. They quickly became the top attraction on the paysite.

Then everything changed. After fucking her bareback in a particularly well-received evening of online entertainment, Master Brian got Abby pregnant. The pregnancy had been so strange and uncomfortable, but something about it had been incredibly sexy. The more her belly bulged out, the more her milk-laden titties swelled, the more her hormones raged inside her body, the more hardcore the sex became.

Becky had been so great and supportive; she’d basically doted on Abby hand-and-foot. In fact, it was that loving and subservient nature that had encouraged Abby to become more and more dominant. By the end, she’d had Becky on a leash with gags in her mouth while Abby denied her orgasms using elaborate toys and hard bondage techniques. Technically, they were both Master Brian’s slaves, and equal in his eyes. But Abby suddenly found the need to abuse and lord over her younger sibling too strong to resist. And rather than becoming too niche for their audience, their new behavior was more popular than ever. So they embraced it, together.

Abby had the baby, a girl, and immediately their parents adopted it. Abby was overjoyed. “After all,” she’d explained at the time, “after raising two perfect daughters, who better to raise a third?” Plus it freed her up to keep indulging her increasingly depraved life of wild sin and sibling fucking. The lactation period had been her favorite, when she’d used her new sister-slave to milk her fat teats at every opportunity. The sight of the liquid dribbling out the corners of Becky’s mouth sent blissful shivers down her spine every time. Slowly, though, Abby’s body returned to its fuckable norm. Her fat mams remained big and bouncy, though a little sag began to appear. But she was just as hot as ever, at least in Becky’s loving eyes.

With her slutty little sister sucking on her long black toy, Abby came, thinking of the past, and dreaming of all the dirty things to come.

“Oh fuck, baby sis, that’s it!” she screamed. “I’m cumming, I’m fucking cumming you dirty whore!”