I checked my Master's screen and on my webcam, the Harriet001 cam, it was showing a view of my rear end as I sat next to my Master. I rose to my knees and wiggled my arse, watching it jiggle in the webcam. Sliding my nightie up, I exposed my rear view completely, the dark cleft between my bum cheeks plainly visible. The room went mad.

"fantastic view, harriet"

"great harriet. spread your legs"

I snaked my hand down to my pussy and began to stroke, sliding my fingers back towards my arsehole, making sure the activity was captured on the camera. On the screen my hand could be seen busily rubbing and playing. My Master stretched forward and adjusted his webcam, the Master001 cam, so that it was focussed perfectly on his midriff, capturing my face and his straining crotch. I smiled at the cam and watched my grinning features on the screen.

And I knew that most of the room, still watching the Harriet001 cam, couldn't see what I was about to do.

I slowly undid his zip and the strain of his erection began to push his cock upwards, sneaking into view. I scratched my nail against the fabric of his boxers, tracking it along his length, making him wince with pleasure. Unfastening his button, I peeled his jeans apart and the tented expanse of his blue boxers sprung clear. I lay my head on his lap and slid my left hand up his thigh, gripping his balls and fixing my fingers around his now fully erect dick. Squeezing hard, I approached the waistband of his boxers with my right hand and slipped underneath, feeling the carpet of pubic hair and passing down, down, until I felt his head. Still gripping him with my left hand, I pulled his cock up so that his purple helmet slipped above the boxers. On the screen it gleamed dark and inviting. I sighed and tugged at the boxers, divesting my Master of them with an efficiency borne of rampant desire.

My Master sat in front of me with his hard cock ready for my ministrations. On the Harriet001 cam it was obvious what I was doing, but my back and head obscured the view. Most of the people who had witnessed the earlier performance, and had seen my Master's direction to look at his cam, had by now left and those who were watching now were becoming frustrated.

"harriet. move your cam your in the way"

Smiling at the knowledge that if they only looked at the Master001 cam instead, they would have a bird's eye view, I slid my hand across my Master's cock and gripped it tight, squeezing and wanking him slowly. I tickled his balls with the fingers of my left hand as I stroked his length with my right, feeling him spasm gently as his excitement grew. Leaning forward, I pressed my face towards his crotch and floated my lips above his swollen head. With my eyes on the screen, I bobbed forward and watched the very moment when I slid his cock into my mouth.

I rolled my tongue across his sensitive glans and flicked it back to the flap of skin at the back of his cock, fixing my lips around him and sucking hard. I moved my head up and down, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, feeling it fill me then slide out, fill me and slide out, rasping the inside of my cheeks against his glans and flicking my tongue against his piss hole. I could see the screen out of the corner of my eye, and the show on Master001 was terrific, a perfect close up of my cheeks, good enough to see their concave shape as I sucked and sucked on my Master's pole. The Harriet001 cam, meanwhile, was showing a view of my arse wiggling and my head bobbing up and down, leaving no doubt about what I was doing.

My Master was incredibly hard, as hard as I'd ever known him, and I knew he was turned on by the experience. I gripped his balls and squeezed gently, running my nail across his skin, downwards towards his perineum. He grunted and thrust his hips up, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth until my lips were against his balls. I almost gagged but managed to prevent myself, and continued to scratch along the line from his balls to his arse. This always drove him wild and he moaned with pleasure.

"Oh God," he said, "I can't go on much longer. I want to fuck you now."

He placed his hands on my head and pulled my mouth from its hoovering position over his cock. I left off with a few, final, lingering kisses on his beautiful glans, lapping up a trickle of precum and ingesting its salty taste. He took my hand and led me forward, and I turned to face him.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Turn round."

I turned, facing the screen, and he took both my hands. Leading me backwards, he settled his knees between my legs and I spread them as I retreated towards him. When, finally, I was hovering above his cock, I reached down and took hold of it, holding it upwards, and eased my sopping pussy down towards it. His head nuzzled against my lips and I pressed down, feeling it slide deliciously past them and into me. I stopped and looked at the screen.

The room was going berserk. Everyone could see on the Harriet001 cam what I was doing but all they could witness was a dark, side-on view, revealing nothing more intimate than my left thigh.

"harriet, please turn round, let us see"

"harriet come closer"

But on the Master001cam, in perfect colour, beautifully framed and in close-up detail, the very instant when my Master penetrated me was being broadcast for anyone watching. I pushed down and felt him spear inside me, his cock, thick and hard, filling me and stretching me and flooding me with delicious sensations. I rested my hands on his knees and began to ride up and down, fucking myself on my Master, all the while watching every move on the screen. His cock looked awesome, so hard, a beautiful ridge running down the back from his glans to his balls, pulsing and solid. My position, legs wide apart and half supported above him, caused extra sensations to flicker round my upper thighs, where they met my body, and the most extraordinary, deep-rooted and quivering sensations played around my arsehole. On the screen, I watched my lips as they moved and parted in response to my Master's thrusting cock, allowing it to slide in and out of me. I was getting hotter and hotter, the intense excitement of this public exposure adding to the power of the moment.

"Master, can I tell people where to look?"

"Yes," he replied.

"To see Harriet look at Master001," I typed. Almost immediately the java chat began to evidence that everyone was doing just that.

"harriet magnificent"

"ride that cock harriet"

"wey hey, wtg girl"

There were now 248 people in the room, and I was satisfied I had secured the attention of most of them. I continued to ride on my Master's cock and played my fingers over my clit, sliding it from beneath its hood and delighting in the perfect view of it on the screen. There it was, pink and round and glistening, and I stroked and diddled and caressed it, watching myself as the sensations built to breaking point. My Master was gripping my sides and he began to squeeze me tighter and tighter, signalling that he was about to come. I redoubled my efforts, slamming down on him with vigour, contracting my pelvic muscles and adding every scintilla of sensation for him I could manage. He grunted, his face pressed to my back, and I felt the first spurt of come flood inside me, followed by another and another. As my Master pulsed and spurted I screamed and the intensity of the moment trigerred my own, almighty, climax. It thundered through my womb and bowels and stomach, a turbulent burst of nerve-shattering explosions which rippled and rolled through my body, trouncing everything in their wake, leaving me limp and exhausted. Firecracks rang in my ears, darts of light burst in front of my eyes and my clitoris felt as if it were about to burst into flames. And there in front of me, recording every moment, relaying it to the watching 248, was the all-seeing eye of the webcam.

Harriet the Slave Girl had fucked on screen for the first time.

And she thanked her Master for the privilege.