And an impatient Master usually leads to my downfall.

We migrated to the Truth or Dare room, which we liked because everyone in it had to have a cam up and running. It was useful in weeding out the less interesting users, the fifteen year old schoolboys and the like, for whom the height of sophistication was to say c**t instead of cunt. Of course, being a female I was in great demand when I entered the room: the majority of players were male, so the few women who participated were called on regularly. And so, fairly quickly, I found myself undertaking a range of dares, most of which were relatively minor and inconsequential: writing "I love you" on my tits, stripping off and bending over, that sort of thing. Most of the players were unimaginative, and the same, simple dares turned up time and time again. It was fun, and not difficult, once I had overcome my initial unease at stripping off on camera.

Until.

Until the fateful day when my online escapades took on a different level of explicitness. It was a player called gazpacho who initiated it.

"Harriet, t or d"

"dare."

"is that somebody with you"

My Master always sat with me during my sessions, instructing me, coaxing and encouraging, but remained off camera, and I never alluded to him. Somehow, though, gazpacho had sensed that I was not alone. I looked at my Master and he nodded.

"Yes," I typed.

"m or f" "Male."

"okay, take out his dick and suck it."

I stared at the screen incredulously. Of course, all sorts of action took place on the cams in BMS, but until now I had done nothing more than flash and play with myself. It had been coquettish and simple, and I hadn't until now felt any misgivings. I looked at my Master, expecting him to say no, but he had a wicked leer on his face and I knew I was doomed.

"Well?" my Master said.

"harriet? dare?" the screen said.

Dare Harriet?

"Oh God," I said.

My Master stood up and I looked at the webcam on the screen. His midriff appeared next to my face, hovering expectantly beside me. I looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"You don't mind your dick being broadcast all over the world?"

"Not if your lips are around it."

I unzipped his trousers, feeling the bulge already forming, and slid my hand inside, pressing my palm against the impression of his erect cock.

"take his pants down let us see"

Unbuttoning his jeans, I pulled them apart and his cock, still hidden within his boxers, jerked out at me. I slid the jeans down to his knees and sat facing him. On the screen, his cock pointed lasciviously towards my face. I gripped it through the fabric of his boxers and squeezed, and my Master groaned contentedly.

"suck it," said the screen.

"go harriet go"

"suck that dick"

"woohoo"

My heart was racing. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. There were over 100 people in the room, and the stream of comments directed to me would have alerted all of them to the fact that I was performing, so I could be sure that virtually the entire room would be focussed on my cam. I was about to suck my Master in front of 100 strangers.

I pulled at the waistband of his boxers and slid them over his hard shaft, pulling them down and freeing my Master from their constraint. His cock sprung free and dangled in front of me, stiff and pulsing and proud, its purple helmet gleaming. I took it in my hand and stroked my palm along its length, feeling his skin slide easily with me, back and forward, back and forward. I could feel his muscles contracting regularly, and I knew that he was very excited, which in turn made me more flushed. I reached forward, so that my mouth was a couple of inches from his tip, my breath whispering against his shaft. My hand dropped to his balls and I cupped them, stroking my nails against the coarse strands of hair and the puckered texture of his skin. I opened my mouth wide and slid my Master's cock between my lips, feeling his heat on my tongue and the walls of my mouth. Closing my mouth around him, I held him with my lips and sucked hard, rolling my tongue along the the top of his shaft, feeling the delicious flap of skin at the back and the proud, jutting line of hard flesh rising above his shaft, forming that delicious, wonderful head.

From the corner of my eye I watched the screen, observed with prurient fascination as my Master's cock appeared and disappeared, sliding in and out, in and out of my pliant mouth, as all the while my fingers tickled and cajoled his balls, squeezing and rasping against them. My Master groaned and tossed back his head, pushing himself forward, sliding himself deeper into his slave girl's willing throat, and I sucked hard, as hard as I could, drawing in my cheeks and grazing the inner walls against his head. My tongue lapped at him, flicking against his piss hole, pressing against it, the rough texture of the tongue grazing against his silky smooth head. I gripped the base of his dick between my thumb and forefinger and jerked him back and forward, wanking him vigorously into my mouth. I sensed he wanted to come quickly, and I was ready for him, willing him to squirt into me.

Harder and harder I wanked him, all the while sucking his head and stroking my tongue against it, and finally I felt his buttocks clench; his hands gripped my head and held me in place and he pushed himself forward, sliding his cock into my throat. I felt him spasm and then a violent burst of hot liquid erupted into my mouth, sliding straight down my throat. Another followed, and another, a seemingly endless stream spurting into my mouth and down to my stomach. My Master was groaning and sighing, stroking his hands through my hair as he spent himself in me, and I felt a rush of such excitement that I thought I was about to come as well without the need for any external stimulus.

Finally, my Master came to a halt and eased his prick, still hard and lividly purple, from between my lips. I turned to the webcam and opened my mouth, giving my audience a view of the last remains of my Master's spunk.