A classmate is a webcam model.

In my student days, I spent a lot of time in my friend's dorm. We worked on study projects together, but more often we just drank beer, ate shawarma, and enjoyed life. One time we were hanging out in his room as usual, and the conversation turned to webcams.

— I don't understand why anyone would pay a girl just to get undressed," I said, "You can find tons of that stuff on porn sites.

— You know, I've actually never been on a webcam site," Igor said thoughtfully, "Maybe we should try? I think they don't ask for money right away.

I got curious too, so I agreed. We went to some foreign site. There were various models of varying

attractiveness. They were all dressed and not doing anything lewd, except maybe flirting a little with the audience. As I understood, all the interesting stuff happened in private, which you had to pay for.

— Who would you choose?" I asked Igor.

He started scrutinizing the girls, scrolling through the pages, when he suddenly froze.

— Hey, isn't that Masha?

I stared at the screen because I also recognized our classmate.

— Oh my god," I summarized.

We went to her page. Masha was chatting lively in English, flirting with those who wrote to her in the chat.

— Well, no wonder she's in the advanced English group," Igor joked, and I snorted.

— Let's write something too," I suggested and, without thinking long, typed in English:

— Show your tits.

She read it, smiled, and replied that she could do that in private. Igor whistled.

— We have to see what she does in private!" he exclaimed.

— But you have to pay for that," I said uncertainly.

— Look, it's two dollars a minute, so for ten minutes that's twenty dollars, split in half is ten dollars, that's about six hundred rubles each," (yes, yes, that was the exchange rate back then), "Not too expensive for Masha's tits.

I thought for a bit and agreed. Igor figured out how to top up our account, and we went into a private session with Masha. This meant that temporarily only we could see her, while she couldn't see us, still reading the chat. Our dialogue was in English because we didn't want to scare her off, but I'll write further in Russian.

— What would you like to see?" Masha asked languidly. Igor quickly typed for her to take off her top. She began slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

— She's deliberately dragging it out to squeeze more money out of us," I grunted.

— Well, she won't get away with this," he replied and started recording everything on his phone's camera.

Masha was left in a white lace bra that nicely accentuated her breasts, about a D cup.

— Take off your bra," I typed.

She obeyed, undid the clasp, and slid the straps off her shoulders. The bra fell down, revealing her full breasts with light brown, perky nipples. Igor and I let out a triumphant cheer.

— Tell her to play with her nipples," said Igor, whose hands were busy with the phone.

— How do you say nipple?" I didn't immediately realize.

— Nipple.

I typed our request, and Masha pinched her nipples between her fingers and began to pull them a little. At the same time, a blissful expression appeared on her face, she rolled her eyes and began to moan softly.

— Do you think she's acting or is she really turned on?" I asked Igor.

— All I know is that it's turning me on," he muttered. I didn't look in his direction, already guessing that we were both sitting there with boners. Masha was earning her dollars properly, starting to massage her tits, not forgetting to pinch her nipples.

— I want to see your pussy," I typed excitedly.

— Oh, I don't show my pussy," she said coyly.

— What else do you do?" I typed impatiently.

She lifted her breasts higher, leaned over, and ran her tongue over her nipple.

— Whoa," Igor uttered, squirming in his chair, "Write that she's hot.

I did so, and the money we had put into the account was already running out.

— Should we top up more?" I asked, not taking my eyes off Masha, who was now licking her lips and bringing her tits closer to the camera, as if offering a touch.

— I have a better idea," said Igor, turning off his phone's camera and ending the private session, "Let's go pay her a visit.

I had completely forgotten that Masha was also from out of town. She lived in the same dorm, just a couple of blocks from Igor. On the way to her, we didn't even talk. Excitement was making my head spin, and I could barely think. Igor knocked on her door. We heard some rustling before someone opened it.

— Must be getting dressed," Igor said mockingly.

When Masha opened the door, she wasn't wearing the blouse from earlier, but a T-shirt and denim shorts. Apparently, she had thrown on the first thing she found, not wanting to bother with buttons. From the outline of her nipples, I immediately understood she wasn't wearing a bra.

— Hi!" she said, looking at us in surprise, "Did you want something?

— Well, here's the thing...," Igor began, then silently unlocked his phone and showed her the last few seconds of the video where she was licking her nipples. Masha froze. I literally saw all the color drain from her face. I thought she might faint any second.

— We won't show this to anyone!" I immediately assured her.

— But silence has its price," Igor said more harshly.

She opened her mouth but then closed it, reminding me of a fish pulled out of water. Avoiding eye contact, Masha finally said quietly:

— Yes, of course, how much do you want?

I almost blurted out that she should give us back the twenty dollars, but Igor was more resourceful.

— We don't want money," he said, "Let's go inside.

She let us in. I glanced at her laptop, whose lid was closed: apparently, Masha had put her source of income on pause.

— Well, get undressed," Igor said bluntly, plopping down on the bed.

Masha hesitated, fidgeting with the hem of her T-shirt.

— I'm still a virgin," she mouthed.

— And yet you pose naked on the internet?" I was surprised.

— That's completely different... No one touches me, I just show...

— So show us," Igor ordered calmly.

Masha's face no longer had that languid expression from the video. Awkwardly, she pulled off her T-shirt, revealing the tits we already knew. We asked her to take off everything else, and this time she pulled down her shorts and panties.

Igor and I were sitting on the bed, and she stood before us completely naked and ready to follow orders in the hope that we wouldn't touch her. We told her to turn around, get on all fours, spread her cheeks, touch her anus with a finger. These requests mainly came from Igor, while I was more interested in her pussy. It seemed she had shaved a few days ago, and now the hair had grown back a bit. I told Masha to sit on a chair and spread her legs as wide as possible. Then I asked her to lick her fingers and start masturbating. She moistened her fingers with saliva and began to touch herself.

— Don't forget about your tits," Igor said hoarsely, "And moan like you did in the video.

We were lucky to watch a free show as Masha squeezed one breast with one hand, massaged her clit with the other, and moaned lewdly. I couldn't hold back any longer.

— Come here," I said, patting the bed between me and Igor.

Masha froze in the most lewd pose.

— But... I thought I was just going to show," she babbled.

— Don't worry about it," Igor immediately interjected, "No one's going to rape you.

It didn't sound very convincing, but she understood her reputation was in our hands. Masha got up uncertainly and sat between us. We immediately, without a word, started groping her. Each of us seemed to be trying to demonstrate our skills. I kissed Masha on the lips, Igor on the neck, I took her nipple in my mouth, Igor squeezed her buttock, I touched her wet slit with my fingers... Masha shuddered and closed her legs.

— Please, don't," she whispered, apparently still very worried about her virginity. We decided to be noble.

— Don't be afraid, we'll do it differently," Igor said softly, "But we need your help.

With these words, he placed her hand on the bulge in his pants, and I followed his example. Masha began to touch us through our jeans, hoping to get off easy, but no such luck. Soon we laid her on the bed, Igor took himself out and started jerking off right in front of her face until she understood what was required and carefully took him in her mouth. Meanwhile, I continued playing with her pussy. She was very wet, I felt I could insert a finger, but I didn't want to scare Masha. Instead, I gathered the wetness and rubbed it on her clit in circular motions, like how the girl had touched herself. All my fingers were in her slickness, and taking advantage of this, I began to insert one into her anus. First one knuckle, then two: it wouldn't go further, and I began to gently fuck Masha with it, continuing to massage her clit with my other hand.

I can't say it was coercion. We only nudged the girl a little, but then she started enjoying it herself. This was evidenced by her moaning with a dick in her mouth and how she began to move her hips, meeting my fingers. She came, shuddering all over, then went limp, and Igor continued to fuck her throat, holding her hair. I didn't want to be left out and positioned myself behind her, pulling down my underwear. I didn't plan to enter, just rubbed my cock between her legs. However, one awkward movement, and I slipped inside easily. It was too easy! I didn't encounter even minimal resistance.

— You're no virgin, are you?" I asked hoarsely, starting to move inside her.

Masha just moaned.

Soon Igor came and rolled aside for a moment. I fucked Masha to my heart's content, lying on my side and squeezing her tits. I didn't immediately notice that Igor had started recording all of this on camera.

— Hey!" I protested.

— Let there be more compromising material," he replied with a smirk, "Don't worry, we'll censor your face if needed.

I wasn't worried. It even turned me on that I was participating in a kind of homemade video, and a few minutes later, I came, spilling onto Masha's buttocks.

— My turn!" Igor announced joyfully, and I left them alone, leaving the room. When the excitement subsided, I felt disgusted that we had forced the girl to sleep with us through blackmail. The only consolation was that she seemed to have enjoyed it. No wonder she considered webcam work acceptable; she probably really found something exciting in it for herself. Be that as it may, I decided not to get involved in this again, and Igor, as far as I know, visited Masha several more times, taking advantage of the proximity of their rooms. But that's their business.