She was going to do it again. There was no need to rush, no need to hurry. She had all afternoon for this, and she was going to enjoy it… even though she had no idea who was watching.
Ella sat back on the lush, blue chair, her body draped in a long, white cotton shirt, the kind that men often wore and she often stole from the closet of such men. This shirt was hers—there had been no men in her life as of late, and she was fine with that. They were such a distraction, anyway. Of course, there had been no one at all in her life recently, as was the fate of the world in the current times she found herself living in.
Ella extended her long, bare legs in front of her. The dark, red polish on her toes stood out from her pale white skin. She was longing for a tan, but it might be weeks, or months until she would be able to leave the house. The orders to remain indoors were strict. That was fine too. She could live without a tan… but she couldn’t live without what she was about to do next.
Ella stared ahead at the tiny camera set up across the room. It had arrived on her doorstep several weeks ago in a slim, anonymous package addressed to her. Inside the box was a sleek new video camera and a small, metallic box that looked like some sort of Wi-Fi router, accompanied by a simple set of instructions. All she had to do was plug in the device, and press the camera’s only button to turn it on. Then, she was to touch herself.
For her efforts, she would be paid £300 each time she performed a female masturbation tease.
That was it.
There were no other instructions.
She had no idea who her voyeur was.
At first, Ella thought it was some sort of joke. She thought maybe one of her friends, or a former colleague was just playing a prank on her. Yet no one contacted her. After letting the camera sit on her coffee table for a couple of days, curiosity got the better of her. She plugged it in and turned it on. She poured herself a glass of wine, staring at the mysterious, silent lens for nearly an hour as if it were going to jump off the table and start talking to her. She waved to it. She walked in front of it. She smiled at it, feeling a bit silly. Then again, after weeks of being alone, nothing felt silly anymore.
Gathering up a bit of nerve, Ella slid her hand down the inside of her shirt and caressed her breasts. This was going to be a sexual fantasy she was going to enjoy to the full. Her fingers found the hard buds of her nipples and she pinched them, letting out a soft sigh. Ella arched her back and moved her hips in a slow, sensual circle, letting her hands roam over her body. A shiver ran through her. She hadn’t touched herself in weeks, and she sure hadn’t been touched by anyone else. Her body responded to her every movement. Closing her eyes, she traced her fingers down the front of her body. She cupped her generous breasts and spread her legs, letting out another soft moan in the quiet of her apartment. Ella bit down on her lip, enjoying the rush of arousal that swelled up inside her. It really had been ages. She could make herself come easily, she knew it—but not right now.
She sat forward and opened her eyes. Giving a little smirk to the lens, she teased the front of her shirt up and flashed the camera, then quickly reached out and turned it off.
“Well, that was a bit of fun,” she thought, then went about her day.
The next morning, Ella received an alert from her mobile banking app. £300 had been deposited to her account from an unknown sender. She called her bank to determine who had made the payment, but they had no more information.
Ella returned to the camera. She turned it over in her hands, searching for some markings, or information—even inspecting it with a magnifying glass. There was nothing. She set the camera back down and stared at it. She had been out of work for weeks, and the rent was coming due. £300 was a lot of money.
Ella went to her closet and pulled out three of her sexiest pieces of lingerie. Three days. She would try this bizarre experiment for three days. If the money continued to be deposited to her bank account she would earn enough to cover her rent. Then, she would box up the camera and never look at it again.
That had been almost two months ago.
~
When Ella first heard the news about the government asking people to stay inside, she thought it was just out of an abundance of caution. Yet, the more time that passed, the more serious the situation became. Staying home wasn’t just a precaution, it was a necessary way of life. That was fine with Ella. She was happy living alone, and had no problem entertaining herself. She did, however, need money.
She had no idea how or why the camera had arrived, or who on earth might have sent it, but Ella was never one to question the divine workings of providence. Every day at 3pm Ella poured herself a glass of wine, and went to work. She soon discovered she was quite good at her job.
Incredibly good, some might say.
Ella reached out and pressed the button on the side of the camera. The red light began blinking, as it had every afternoon. She gave a little wink to her unseen audience, as had become her little habit. She wanted to say something. Announce herself somehow, but didn’t know what to say. Instead, she did what came naturally… and what she was being paid to do: she began to touch herself.
Ella stared at the camera a few feet away from her as she let her fingers graze over her chest. She pulled her legs up on to the chair, parting them slightly, then closing them… a simple tease. She slid her calves against each other, settling into her chair. She ran her fingers over her long strawberry blonde hair, her body swaying to a soft song playing the background… just a little ambiance she had added. Beyond that, the room was completely silent. She could hear her own breath, her own heart beating.
Staring at the camera, Ella began to undress. She started with the lowest button on her shirt, then moved to the next one. Her outfit this afternoon was simple. She had chosen a pair of white, lace panties that were cut high on the side of her hips. She wore no bra. Just her panties and that long, men’s shirt covering her body. She ran her touch up her smooth thighs, then pressed her hand between her legs.
She was wet already. Ella had discovered how much showing off her body turned her on, and today was no exception—she was ready to give another erotic performance.
Ella slowly rocked her body back and forth in the chair. She moved her hips in small circles as if grinding on an unseen pole. She undid the last button of her shirt and let it fall open. Her bare breasts were now visible to the camera’s lens, the hard, pink buds of her nipples aroused and protruding from her soft pink areolas. She ran her hands over her breasts, savouring the sensation of her fingers on her skin and pinched her nipples lightly, gasping as a jolt of electricity ran through her. She slid her hands back down letting her fingers trail lightly over her pubic mound. She moaned and bit down on her lower lip.
Yes, she was going to give her unseen audience a show they truly deserved. She wanted to share every emotion that she had been feeling these last few weeks with whoever it was that was watching her. The tension… the desperate need to connect… the overwhelming desire to release all that energy somewhere—anywhere. She knew the world felt it, too… that’s what she wanted to share.
Ella stared intently at the camera’s lens as she pulled her panties to the side, stretching the fabric as she slid her fingers between her smoothly shaved lips. Her hips rolled in small, gyrating circles as she pushed her fingers deeper inside her wet pussy. She pinched her nipples, letting out another moan as her eyes closed.
Beyond the camera’s lens, she imagined a world of people, trapped, just like her. Nowhere to go, nothing to do. She imagined her face was on the TV screen of everyone trapped inside their homes. She imagined them watching her, in their apartments, in their bedrooms, beneath the covers on their tiny mobile devices, doing just what she was doing right now… pleasuring themselves.
Ella had a vivid imagination. Every time she touched herself, a new fantasy would pop into her head. Sometimes she thought about lovers she’d had, or lovers she desired. Sometimes she thought about men, sometimes women. Sometimes she thought about being with a complete stranger, someone she’d met at a bar, back when the bars were still open. God, the bars. How she missed the chance to meet a tall, handsome stranger in a bar… the kind who would know exactly what kind of drink to buy her, without asking. The kind she would let do anything to her he wanted. Ella could practically feel the heat from the body of a sexy stranger next to her, staring at her intently as he undressed her in with his eyes… it had been so long.
In normal life, Ella would often accept a drink from just such a stranger, chatting and flirting, waiting for the inevitable invitation back to his place, which she would also often accept. Not now. Her imaginary stranger would simply take her hand and lead her out the door, into a dark alley. Without a word he would push her up against the brick wall and kiss her hard on the mouth. She’d kiss him back, her tongue thrusting between his lips, tasting him, biting him, beckoning him to ravish her in any way he wanted.
She would push her hands down the front of his pants, feeling his cock already raging hard. His hands would grab at her, hungrily groping her. He would spin her around and yank her skirt up. She’d feel his breath hot on her neck as he stripped down her panties. She’d push her hips back as he pulled his cock out and ground it against her bare ass. Then, without warning, he’d thrust into her, driving her hard against the gravely surface of the building. She would turn her face against the cold, brick wall, staring down the darkened alley as a complete stranger took her from behind. His aggressive thrusts would build, his long cock penetrating her faster and faster. She’d bite down on her lip to keep from crying out as he reached around and found her clit, stroking her roughly. Finally, he’d grab her hips and grunt behind her, exploding deep inside her. The surge of his come would trigger her own orgasm. She would cry out, feeling his warm, wet come dripping from her pussy. He would pull his pants up and leave, disappearing into the night.
That was certainly one of her hottest fantasies… but it was only one. Ella had many—one of her absolutely favorites fantasies that she was drawn to each afternoon was to pretend she was a porn star. Ella loved being told what do to, and loved the idea of having to act out a script for a movie that would have her following directions to perform sexual acts. She even fantasized she had a porn star name: Azure Rose.
Azure Rose was naughty—much naughtier than Ella really was in real life. She would do anything. Often when Ella was staring in the tiny camera lens in her apartment, putting on her show for her mysterious benefactor, she would pretend the camera was set up on a porn shoot, and she was the star. She closed her eyes and pictured she was naked on a large bed, with a small crew watching her, just on the other side of that camera. Her hands would be tied above her head at the wrists, and she would be blindfolded. All around her she could hear a bunch of voices whispering quietly. Men, and women. The script would call for her to be restrained as an “untold number of people had their way with her.” She would get so wet just thinking about the very idea.
The scene would begin with someone touching her. A hand on her breasts, another hand on her thighs. She would sense bodies approaching her on the bed. More hands would touch her, some soft, some more demanding. She would feel a thumb or finger pushing into her mouth. She’d lick it slowly with her tongue and suck on that person’s finger as if it were a cock, which she knew it soon would be. She’d feel another person’s mouth on her breasts, sucking on her erect nipples. Hands moving on her stomach, down over her pubic mound. She’d gasp, and instinctively try to reach out as someone slid their finger inside her pussy. Her arms would remain above her head, firmly tied in place.
She’d feel someone crawl onto the bed next to her, then a cock pushing against her mouth. She’d part her lips, licking the tip of the cock before sucking on it. Another body would move onto the bed. Her legs would be spread wide and she’d feel a hard cock between them. She’d cry out as the cock would bury itself in her pussy, her cries muffled by the thick shaft stuffed in her mouth. More bodies would join her on the bed. More lips and tongues would consume her breasts. More cocks would press against her lips, her face, her hands.
Sometimes she’d feel the softness of a woman kissing her, sometimes the masculine force of man. Sometimes a woman would straddle her, and she’d extend her tongue and lick the clit and the pussy of the unseen woman above her, driving her wild with pleasure until the woman shuddered in an orgasm.
She would come over and over again… from being penetrated, from being pleasured, from having her clit touched, her nipples touched, her ass fingered. She would cry out as her entire body convulsed… as the endless sea of cocks exploded on her… coming again and again in the swirling orgy of naked bodies writhing and twisting all over her on the bed, until every single body was completely spent, including hers.
It was the isolation, she knew it.
The wild orgy fantasy was not just a fantasy… she desperately wanted to be there on that bed, naked, and taken by everyone at the same time. She might fool herself into thinking she could live alone forever, but the truth was, she needed to be touched. She needed to be touched by the entire world.
~
This afternoon, as Ella closed her eyes and began to touch herself, she didn’t need a script. She didn’t need her alter ego, Azure Rose. Today, as she stared at the camera lens, all she could think about was everyone watching her. All those eyes… all those cocks… all those pussies… everyone touching themselves as she touched herself.
Ella pushed her white lace panties down to her ankles and spread her legs wide. She needed to be completely exposed now, completely naked for the world to see her as she wished to be seen.
She slid her fingers between her lips. Her hips rose off the chair, her body still moving in those trained, elegant circles as she fingered her pussy. She moaned, her eyes closed as she pushed a finger deep inside her, then another. She stroked her clit, touching herself as only she could. She spread her legs apart, then closed them, as if drawing an imaginary lover into her. She could practically feel someone between her legs… a stranger’s cock, or a woman’s pussy, grinding up against her body.
Ella moaned again. She spread her fingers along the edges of her labia, sliding her fingers over her clit, teasing herself, bringing her to the edge. She raised her hips and pushed her fingers all the way inside her, feeling her inner walls expanding as she penetrating her pussy as deeply as she could.
Faster and faster Ella began to thrust her fingers in and out. She could feel her orgasm swelling. Her climax was inevitable. Was everyone ready? Were they, too, ready to climax with her?
This was it… the final fantasy she imagined. Ella had no idea who was on the other side of that camera, and who was watching her, but after the weeks of isolation, and the weeks of being all alone, she didn’t care. Her only wish was that as she touched herself, she could see every single person doing the same thing.
She wanted to see men gripping their powerful cocks, pumping them hard until they exploded.
She wanted to see women pleasuring their pussies, just as she was doing, spreading their legs and burying their fingers deep inside themselves, stroking their clits and making themselves orgasm over and over again.
She wanted to see girls thrusting dildos inside their cunts and asses. She wanted to see everyone coming at the same time… everyone climaxing in the biggest orgy the world had ever known.
Ella waited as long as she possibly could… until it was simply too much to take. Her release came like an explosion. She threw her head back and yelled as loud as she could as she came. Her entire body shook. Her muscles quivered with pleasure. Her breasts heaved up and down, her toes pressed into the hardwood floor, her body thrust back against her chair.
“Yes, yes… I’m coming… I’m coming!”
No one heard her. No one was there. Yet, on the other side of the camera, she knew the entire world could hear her. They heard her heavy breathing and her gasps of pleasure. They could see her engorged nipples, rock hard and erect. They could see her fingers thrusting inside her pussy, her legs spread wide.
They could see everything.
Ella cried out again, her hips bucking furiously now in her chair. Her fingers worked her clit as fast as they could. Her body shook uncontrollably.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! Come with me… come with me, please!”
Ella’s entire body shuddered as her orgasm washed over her. She cried out, again and again. Her screams grew louder and louder. She thrust her fingers deep inside her until they were soaked with her juices.
Finally, she collapsed. She remained motionless, giving her audience time to do as they needed. Slowly, she opened her eyes, staring once again at the camera in her empty room. She ran her hands over her skin, basking in the sensation of another pleasurable orgasm. She slowly sat up. Giving her customary wink, she waved goodbye.
She would be there, tomorrow afternoon, in the same blue chair. She hoped everyone else would be, too. Eventually, she knew, the world would be back to normal. Eventually, the money would stop being deposited in her account, and the little light on the camera would stop blinking. It may take time, but eventually, this would all be but another memory.
For now, Ella held the world in the palm of her hand… just how she liked it.
The End
