Chapter 13: Schoolgirl Becomes a Camwhore

Clara hated the dean at my college. He was just the worst.

And he deserved to have perverted rumors about him. Rumors that would destroy his career. He did nothing for Clara when she reported the bullying to him. Nothing. But now that her tweets were believed like gospel and everyone played along, like how everyone now claimed those smart girls had become bimbo sluts and were only succeeding through anal.

It was so much fun.

Clara lay on her bed, staring up at her phone. She had so many followers on Twitter now. Over ten thousand of them now. She was getting to be so popular, she was thinking of applying to get herself a Blue Check Mark.

Her fingers went to work.

“Did you know the school budget got cut again, so the dean is going to pick 20 lucky girls to be the official school camgirls? Sure beats a bake sale! #jobtraining #fuckonfilm #schoolgirl2camgirl”

Becca

“The dean would like to see you in his office,” the text message read.

I swallowed. Was he finally going to take seriously how Officer Lance gives me a facial every day even when I don’t wear makeup? Not a bit. He always makes me take my top and bra off, too, covering my large tits in cum. It sucked that I had the biggest tits in school. Just sucked so much. It wasn’t fair that the lecherous security guard got to violate me under the guise of his makeup check.

No one wore too much makeup any longer unless they were facial sluts. Girls who wanted to walk around dripping in jizz. This school was so fucked up. Rebecca Goldstein just became an airhead who’d rather masturbate in class than pay attention. She had all male teachers so she still kept that GPA through sex.

The feminists had all gone crazy. They were jumping on any girl that wasn’t a subservient whore to men, telling them that liberation came through kneeling on the ground and begging a guy to fuck you in the ass and then the pussy, and that wearing a man’s collar was the ultimate goal of feminism. They wanted to be little more than sex slaves, eschewing the “traditional” gender role of wife and mother in favor of disgusting whore.

As I walked through the halls, I passed a nerdy guy that had two girls clinging to his arms, both wearing engagement bands. Then I strode by one of the pregnant cheerleaders who had gotten knocked up by this other nerd who they fucked after all their practices. Even more disgusting, the school’s quarterback walked by with his twin sisters behind him, both of them pregnant, too, with shirts that read, “Bred by My Big Brother.”

I almost blundered into Officer Lance, but he was face-fucking that goth girl that insisted on wearing full makeup and white foundation. He was fucking the hell out of her face, grunting and groaning as the goth slut loved it.

I finally managed to reach the dean’s office. I was so ready to quit. To tell Dean Pheleps that I was down with this stupid school. I wanted to go to one where I could wear some makeup and not have to worry about an insane security officer skull-fucking my face every day.

This school was the worst.

“You can go right in, Becca,” the secretary said. She could wear makeup. Officer Lance could only go for us coeds.

“Thanks,” I said and opened the door to the dean’s office.

He sat behind his desk, a balding man with a thick, brown mustache on his upper lip. It made him look like some creep from the seventies. Like he shouldn’t be allowed around anyone not an adult. I was surprised Chris Hansen hadn’t popped in and asked him to sit down.

“Oh, Becca, wonderful,” he said, his hands folded before him.

“Is this about my complaints against Officer Lance?” I asked, sitting down on my seat, my big boobs jiggling in my crop top. I hardly ever wore a bra any longer. I had to take my top off every day. Sometimes twice.

“We looked it into it,” said the dean, “and it’s all up to Officer Lance if he feels a girl has too much makeup on.”

“I don’t even wear any,” I said.

He leaned in. “You don’t? Well, you have amazing skin then. You look flawless.”

I glowered at him. “Then why am I here?”

“The school has an exciting opportunity for you,” he said, rubbing his hands together. “There is an exchange program with Oxford in the UK, and we were wondering if you’d like to study abroad for a semester. We think you are a perfect fit for this program.”

“You mean, get out of this school?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “We do have to do a fundraiser. We’re going to have a bake sale to get some cash to do this. You’ll have to be a big help.”

“Of course,” I said. “I’d love to.” My heart beat with such joy. I couldn’t wait to get out of here. “When—” My phone beeped. I ignored it. “When do we get started with the bake sale?”

“Bake sale?” He looked at me confused. Then he lifted his phone. “Bev, send in Ruri.”

The door opened and a Japanese girl I didn’t know stepped in. She was clearly a student here, a petite thing wearing a tight t-shirt that molded to her little breasts. It was clear she had no bra on. Her skirt was short and pleated, a tartan affair. She also had on such heavy makeup. She must want to get caught by Officer Lance.

“Ruri here will be your partner,” the dean said. “We thought her petite form and your busty figure would be the perfect contrast for your performance.”

“Er, performance?” I asked.

“For the fundraiser.” The dean stared at me. “The one you just agreed to.”

“Right, the bake sale.”

“Bake sale?” He shook his head. “No, no, you two are going to be camgirls for the school starting today. You’ll go live here in a few minutes. We want you to put on a great show with each other to raise a lot of money for the school. We’re having some budget problems. I decided that twenty girls would be perfect to become camgirls for the school.”

“You mean...” I swallowed. “Have sex on camera.”

“Oh, yes,” Ruri cooed. She perched on the edge of the desk and crossed her legs. She had on long, fake eyelashes. “Me and you are going to go at it hot and heavy for all the pervs out there.”

“Schoolgirls to camgirls,” added the dean. “I told you about it when you walked in.”

“No, you didn’t,” I gasped. “You were talking about sending me to Oxford.”

“Oxford?” He looked so confused. “Why would we send a girl there. That’s a serious school. No, no, we’re giving you a chance for some future job training while making money for the school. You’ll get some easy credits out of it, too.”

“Job training?” I stood up. “You think that being a camgirl is job training?” I was so furious.

“Of course.” He fumbled around and then pulled out a folder. “Our numbers show that 7 out of 10 girls that graduate from our college go on to open up OnlyFans pages and become camwhores. Might as well get you some experience. I mean, with tits as big as yours, you’ll be opening up your OnlyFans page before much longer.”

“What?” I asked.

“Let’s go,” Ruri said, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me from the desk. “We’re all set up over here. This is going to be awesome.”

“But ... but...” I spurted. “This isn’t right. I’ll refuse. I’m not here to become a camwhore. I’m here to get an education. I won’t do this!”

“Are you sure?” He gave me serious look. “You’re on academic probation as it is. Refuse, and you’ll be kicked out. A black mark. Every college will turn you down.”

My blood ran cold. “But I’m not on academic probation.”

“Well, all I have to do is add a little note to your file and...” He smiled at me. The threat in his eyes. He would do that to me. He would ruin me.

I slumped, the fight melting out of me as Ruri dragged me from the room. I couldn’t believe this was happening. How could the school want me to be a camgirl for money? That was insane? What was wrong with this institution.

“Ruri, you can’t be cool with this,” I groaned.

“What?” She threw a look back at me. “This is my chance to be a breakout hit and use that to get a porn career and my OnlyFans page up and running. Ooh, I knew I should have gone to that stripper presentation. I hear Georgia and Brenda are making out as bandits with their lesbian exotic dancer act. Me and you, Becca, this is our chance to be just as famous.”

“I don’t want to be part of a lesbian sex act,” I moaned. “I’m straight.”

“Ooh, yes, yes,” purred Ruri. “That’s great. But save that for when we are performing. That’ll make the chat go wild if they think I’m forcing you to be my lezzie slut.”

“But you are!”

She dragged me down a hallway with names like “Studio A,” “Studio B,” “Studio C,” etc. We stopped at Studio F. She opened the door and dragged me into what looked like a little girl’s room. But only part of it. A bed with stuffed animals. Some lacy curtains behind it. A shelf. It was all cutesy where the camera could see it. That set on a tripod aimed at the bed and the pink-painted wall behind it. The paint sort of petered out, the walls unfinished in the second half of the room.

There was a computer next to the camera turned to face the bed. A chat window was there. People were already chatting while a timer counted down from 58 seconds. I shuddered as I realized this room was about to go live.

assfucker: God, I can’t wait for this to get started. Bring on the tits! I want to see some fucking boobies!

big_jizzie: Right! Right! Titties! I want to see some lezzie whores dyking out!

clitflicker: My clit is so fucking hard right now. I’m so wet. Bring on the lezzie whores.

pillowqueenz: Yes, yes, going to frig my cunt so hard. Ooh, I love watching fucking dyke shows!

assfucker: Schoolgirl dykes! That’s so fucking hot.

shadeenuts: almost there. I’m so fucking hard right now.

clitflicker: Bring on the hotties! I want to see the hotties. Oh, yes, yes, here we go. Schoolgirl dykes!

lesteroth: Show fucking time!

mamaboobz: I hope there are big boobs. I love big boobs. Playing with my big boobs right now!

Don’t just stand there,” purred Ruri. Get down to your bra and panties and get on the bed.”

“I’m not wearing any bra,” I groaned, swallowing as she stared at me. Then I unsnapped my jeans. “I’ll take my pants off, okay. But I’m not going to be any good at this. I’m not gay. I’m straight.”

“You let me worry about that,” Ruri said and peeled off her t-shirt. She had small titties with hard, dark-brown nipples. She left her skirt on, that swirl of tartan barely covered anything. “Move it!”

She was so intense. So in command. I couldn’t believe it. I swallowed and peeled off my jeans. I lay on my back, my heart pounding in my chest. More comments were flying up and down the chat window. The timer was down to seven seconds. I shuddered and fell on the bed, lying on my side. I didn’t know what to do. How to pose myself. I could see myself on the screen, looking so awkward.

Three, two, one, and then it went live. The camera turned on, a red light on it. I shuddered as the chat exploded. Text appeared and flew by for a moment. I swallowed. What was I supposed to do here? I squirmed.

Then Ruri crawled into view. “Hello boys and girls,” she purred. “I have a naughty show for you. I’m Ruri, and this straight, little bitch is Becca. She’s scared of pussy and tits and all that stuff. But she’s wandered into my territory.

mamaboobz: Fuck yes! Lesbian domination. Ooh, you make that straight slut gay with those little titties!

shadeenuts: Fapping hard. I am fapping hard. Dominate that straight bitch! You’re so cute, Ruri!

lesteroth: Marry me, Ruri! Marry me!

“Eww,” Ruri said and grimaced. “Why would I want to marry someone with a cock when I can play with yummy pussies.”

pillowqueenz: I have a pussy. Marry me, Ruri! Marry me!

“Maybe,” she cooed. “But I have this straight, little bitch to fuck here.”

“Please, I don’t want to do this,” I moaned. “I’m not into girls. I’m straight. I was forced to do this. I don’t want to. Ruri, just let me go. You can put on a show.”

“Let you go?” She grabbed a fistful of my brown hair and yanked me up. Her pigtails danced around her face as she stared into my eyes. “You’re my little slut. Now open your mouth.”

I whimpered and did. She spat in my mouth. The chat burst with activity. A moment later, she sealed her lips on mine. She kissed me with passion, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She danced it around in there, plundering my mouth.

I whimpered, not sure what to do. If I didn’t do this, my college career would be done. But I didn’t want all these strangers to witness me having sex. Especially not with a girl. I wasn’t into girls. This was too crazy.

She broke the kiss. “Now suck on my tongue, bitch!”

Ruri thrust her tongue out from her lips. I shuddered, the chat scrolling fast. Comments were bursting across the screen. They were coming so fast as I stared at that wiggling tongue. Ruri gripped my hair harder, pulling my lips to her mouth.

I groaned and slid my lips over her tongue and suckled hard. My pussy clenched. This strange, humiliating heat rose in me. This was so degrading. I was being forced to do this by this crazy dyke. Ruri was clearly enjoying it as I suckled on her tongue.

How was this more embarrassing than when she spit in my mouth.

She pulled away a moment later and threw me down on the bed. She grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it, pulling it up to expose my bellybutton. I swallowed as she stared down at me with such hunger in her slanted eyes.

“Mmm, Becca, should I take off your top?” she asked in a coy and teasing fashion.

mamaboobz: Let’s see those big boobs. They look as huge as mine. I want to see them.

shadeenuts: Fuck yes! Show those boobs. Show those boobs!

big_jizzie: So goddamn hard right now. I am fapping it. I want to see those titties. They look so huge.

pillowqueenz: How big are they? God, I want to see them naked.

“Well, Becca-Bitch,” Ruri purred, “how big are these tits!”

She ripped my shirt open. I gasped as the fabric tore in her hands. The chat exploded again. Comments zoomed by as the rip reached the neckline. Then the cloth was pulled away to expose my big tits. They jiggled and quivered. My nipples were hard. Why were they erect?

Ruri grabbed my boobs. She squeezed her hands into them. The Japanese girl licked her lips, her pigtails spilling off her shoulders as she leaned forward. She shook my tits, making them jiggle and ripple. I swallowed, my cheeks on fire.

“Well, Becca-Bitch?” Ruri asked. She spat on my right nipple. The saliva almost burned. “How big are you straight titties?”

“They’re...” I swallowed. “36 G’s.”

mamaboobz: She’s barely bigger than me! That’s so hot. She’s got a great pair of boobs.

assfucker: G-cup titties! Fuck, yes! Becca-Bitch is such a fucking hot girl.

pillowqueenz: I can’t wait to make her my little cunt-munching bitch. Oh, my god, I bet Becca’s got a secret hunger to eat cunt. To just go to town on hot pussy.

“Do you?” Ruri asked. “Mmm, do you want to go to town on hot pussy like pillowqueenz suggests?”

“N-no,” I moaned, my heart hammering. “I’m straight. I’m not into girls.”

“Then why are your nipples hard?” Ruri demanded before she spat on my left one. She ducked her head down and licked her spit off a moment later.

I gasped at the wet contact of her tongue sliding over my nub. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I groaned, the bed creaking beneath me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. That I was really having this girl licking at my nipple. But she was dancing around my nub, her fingers digging into my tits.

Her pigtails slid over my boobs as she darted her head to my right nipple and licked her spittle off that one. Her tongue danced around my nub then her mouth sucked it into her mouth. She nursed hard on it.

I gasped, my pussy clenching. My back arched. My brow contorted from the delight.

lesteroth: That’s what I’m talking about. Schoolgirl sucking on those big titties. Getting a fucking tip.

clitflicker: Ooh, yes, yes, flicking my bean and giving you some love! You two are so fucking hot together. Just amazing.

I could see money coming in. Not just what they paid to watch the show, but the donations that they made. The tips they were giving us as we were getting naughty. They were loving it. They were witnessing my humiliation at the hands of Ruri.

Her lips nibbled on my nub. Then she suckled on my nipple. Pleasure shot down to my cunt. I shuddered, my face contorting from the delight that was rippling through me. My heart pounded in my chest. This was insane. This couldn’t be happening.

But the users were loving it. pillowqueenz and clitflicker were both talking about masturbating their cunts. They were women who were getting off on me being dominated by a lesbian. shadeenuts and assfucker were stroking their cocks.

big_jizzie: Just so hard! Ooh, you two are so fucking hot.

“Please,” I shouted. “I’m not doing this because I like it!”

Ruri shot her mouth up. “You’re not you fucking lezzie-slut!”

She smacked my right boob. I gasped at the stinging pain while my tit quivered and shook. It smacked into my other. They were both quaking. My wet nipples waved on top of them. While my cunt clenched.

“Then let’s find out,” she said and rolled off the bed. Her skirt fluttered, flashing her naked ass. She darted across the room and picked up a thick dildo and a pair of scissors. My eyes widened at the sight of those.

“No, no,” I gasped, sitting up, my big boobs jiggling. My torn shirt fluttered around my torso. “What are you going to do?”

“Show them how hot your cunt is,” she purred and jumped on the bed, the scissors in one hand. She tossed the dildo down beside me and then sat on my stomach, forcing me down. My legs faced the camera. “Mmm, yes, lesteroth, I’m going to cut off this little whore’s panties and we’ll find out how turned on she is.”

“Please,” I gasped, struggling. “You can’t do this. Ruri! Stop this!”

“But the audience wants it. big_jizzie and pillowqueenz are both so excited. lesteroth just blew his load. Now clitflicker is cumming. I have to do this.” Ruri squirmed on me. I could feel the shaved folds of her pussy rubbing hot on my cunt. “Don’t move. I don’t want to hurt you on accident.”

I stiffened at those words. A shiver ran through me as she lifted the waistband of my panties. Then she thrust the scissors between the cloth and my skin. The whisk of cloth being cut filled the air. My pussy clenched. They would all see my shaved folds.

“Mmm, Becca-Bitch, you’re shaved,” she moaned. “That’s so hot. I had no idea that you would have a bald beaver. No hiding how wet you are.”

“God,” I whimpered, my pussy on fire. I was wet. Why? Nothing about this made any sense. I shouldn’t be turned on at all.

She made the last snip and ripped my panties away. I was bare and naked. I clamped my legs shut, not wanting to show my cunt on camera. My heart hammered. The scissors clattered on the floor then Ruri’s hands grabbed my thighs.

She was surprisingly strong. She pried my legs apart and forced me to almost doing the splits. I groaned, feeling my pussy lips part. I was utterly exposed. Juices trickled down to my taint. I was so wet. I heard Ruri breathe in deeply.

“Yes, pillowqueenz, her cunt does smell delicious,” moaned Ruri. “A sweet musk, big_jizzie. Just wonderfully sweet. And I hope you can all tell how dripping wet she is. Oh, good, lesteroth. I’m glad that you’re so turned on by her straight cunt. So is she.” Ruri threw a look over her shoulder. “Mmm, you’re going to be my dyke bitch, aren’t you?”

“No,” I moaned.

“Yes, you’re going to lick my pussy.” She grabbed her skirt and ripped it off of her. Velcro tore and then it was gone. She was naked now. Then she began backing up. She crawled over my body and passed my quivering tits. In moments, her shaved cunt hovered over my face. A tart musk filled my nose. “Feast on me, Becca-Bitch!”

She planted her bald twat right on my face. My mouth. I gasped as her tart juice spilled past my lips and across my taste buds. This could not be happening. I could not have this crazy dyke’s cunt planted on my mouth. I quivered, struggling to move my head, but she had me pinned with her weight.

“I don’t feel any licking, Becca-Bitch,” she cooed.

“I’m not going to eat your cunt!” I hissed. “I’m not into pussy. I like cock not twat.”

“Oh, she’s shy everyone,” Ruri purred. “But that’s okay. I have just the thing to encourage her. That’ll make her go wild.” She shifted. “Yes, pillowqueenz, that’s a vibrator. Ooh, that’s great that you have the same one mamaboobz. She’s going to love it.”

“Vibrator?” I gasped.

The toy hummed to life moments before it was pressed against my pussy lips. I gasped as it was shoved into me. My back arched as the toy slid into my cunt. The buzzing shaft jammed deep. I groaned, my body bucking.