Harriet Peniston 6 - The Witness Program - Girl Power

Harriet performs a live show for her subscribers

Harriet was once again on a mission, racing around and trying to get everyone out of the house. Andrew was getting worried about his wife’s manic mood swings and made a note to talk to her about seeing the doctor.

Once they had all left Harriet took her bag of cosmetics and sat at her dressing table.

She worked mainly on her eyes, using a brow brush and eyeliner pencil, filling in with some subtle shades. Once she was happy with that she added some lipshade and finally a tiny bit of blusher to enhance her cheek bone definition. She didn’t want to go over the top.

She sat and looked at herself in the mirror. It needed more to really hit home. Grabbing her bag she rushed to her car and drove into town. She didn’t have a lot of time to browse, so decided that Primark was probably the best place to go, although it wasn’t a shop she would normally frequent. As she entered the store she saw a display featuring an A-line flared miniskirt. She stopped and looked at how it fitted the mannequin. It was probably too young for her, but she felt a bit daring, so picked one up. She matched it with a tie-front, crop top blouse, and pleased with herself returned to her car. Once back home she changed and looked at herself in the full length mirror.

She smiled. She looked good. No better than that she looked hot, and she felt amazing. She wished she had dressed like this when she was younger, rather than her then more preppy style. She knew she was a bit too old for it now, but it did take years off her. Feeling excited she waited for Witness to come home.

She left it for about 15 minutes after his arrival before she crossed the road wearing a coat. She didn’t want anyone who may have been looking to see what she was wearing, not even Anne.

Witness let her in, but didn’t say anything. Harriet stood in his hallway feeling awkward.

“I wanted to say sorry”, she eventually blurted out. “I was wrong about Lucy”.

Witness just shrugged and gestured up the stairs. Once in the bedroom Harriet removed her coat. Witness was impressed. He looked her over with his big smile whilst Harriet stood there beaming. She knew it would work.

“You look good”, he finally said.

“I do my best”, replied Harriet. “Have you got any elastic bands?”

Witness laughed and fetched a box full from his cupboard. She used them to put her hair up in little bunches. With the skirt and the top tied round her midriff she looked more like Britney Spears than Baby Spice she decided, but that worked too.

She asked for his packet of spade tattoos and applied one to her breast as before. As she looked through the pack she noticed that there were different sizes and she applied another small one to her cheek. Witness watched, enjoying her preparations.

“One last thing”, she announced, “Get me another pair of those panties”. Witness tossed her a pair from the box and watched as she removed the panties she was wearing and replaced them with the “BBC only” pair. She wiggled into them, lifting her miniskirt and smiled at him. “What do you think?”, she asked, posing.

Witness nodded. “Very nice”, he said.

“Shall we do some photos for your subscribers?”, said Harriet, surprising herself by how confident she was feeling. Witness was turned on by her new forward manner.

Witness started taking pictures. Harriet posing and poking out her tongue. She knew now what these photos were going to be used for by the men that purchased them, and it excited her.

Once they had done a good selection of photos, Witness suggested that she did a strip and dance on video. Harriet agreed instantly. Dancing to the music she untied her blouse revealing her bare breasts. She bent over flashing her panties under her skirt, which hardly covered them anyway, before kicking it off, so once again she was topless in her Queen of Spades panties. Witness indicated that she should keep them on. Harriet did a bit more dancing trying to remember some Britney Spears moves. Witness shook his head as he laughed.

Once done they both sat on the bed laughing. Witness looked at her and once again told her she looked great. Embarrassment was finally catching up with her and she didn’t know what to say. Eventually she asked him a question that had been burning in her mind.

“What job do you actually do?”, she asked.

“I’m a chemist”, he answered.

“So you are a professional?”, she replied in surprise.

“I’m a doctor of chemistry”, he replied, mildly affronted.

Harriet was shocked, she hadn’t imagined he would be that educated, but his residency in this house now made much more sense. She wondered how the men of the close would react knowing that Witness was more qualified than any of them. “Sorry, it’s just that people on the close think you work in construction”, she said sheepishly, not wanting to offend him again.

“I sometimes work on sites”, he explained. “ I get there before work starts to take samples. Later I do analysis at the labs”.

“What kind of samples”, she asked curiously.

“Contaminated soil, oil, lots of things”, he didn’t know why she would be so interested.

Harriet was happier now she knew, and glad he wasn’t actually a manual worker. The judgemental snob inside her was never far from the surface.

Witness wanted to get back to why she was there. “How about we do a livestream video?”, he suggested.

Harriet immediately said yes, but then asked him what he meant.

“Well I send an alert to your subscribers”

“My subscribers?”, interrupted Harriet.

“Yes, each of my women have separate subscription streams. It makes more money that way”, he grinned, rubbing his fingers.

“It really is more about the money for you, isn’t it?”, asked Harriet.

“I’m a chemist. I could easily earn a lot more money. This is safer ... and more fun”, he added with a wink. Harriet smiled at him feeling appreciated.

“Anyway I put out the notification, and if enough sign up to make it worth it I fuck you and they watch. It’s a live show only, no recording.”

Harriet nodded. And Witness started to set things up.

As he waited for responses he said, “I can set you up with an account and add you as a subscriber for yourself. That way you can see all the stuff about you”. Harriet nodded again, she knew that this was an acceptance of her apology and a demonstration of his trust in her.

Witness started on registering her to the site. “I’ll use one of my emails. Then you won’t get anything embarrassing”.

“Thank you”, she said.

Witness registered her with the username “HPSaucy”, and then asked her to type in a password. “More than eight letters, with a capital, a number and a special character”, he told her.

A password came to her quite quickly and she typed it in, “Sp!ceG1rl”. She pressed enter and smiled.

“Don’t reply to any messages and don’t give anything away for free”, he told her. Harriet nodded.

There had already been a number of chimes from his laptop, indicating the arrival of her audience. Once it had reached ten, Witness decided it was enough. By the time he had completed setting things up there were fourteen waiting for the show.

He had moved a small table to the end of the bed and placed the laptop on it. He asked Harriet to kneel on the bed and he angled it so the webcam could see. He then asked her to put her skirt back on and stand in front of the bed. He started to broadcast.

The camera could only see her skirt as she was stood so close. Witness told her to wiggle her hips and then to lift the skirt to show her Queen of Spades panties. She did with a flourish. Then he told her to remove the panties but not the skirt and do it again, this time showing her bare cunt. He told her to run a finger over her pussy, and finally he told her to remove the skirt and sit back on the bed, showing the audience her tits and face and to suck the finger she had touched herself with. She did her best to give a performance.

Harriet could now see the laptop screen. Part of the screen showed herself, then there were lots of little windows showing her audience, mostly just their cocks, but there were a few faces amongst them. The windows were too small to make out any detail though. Finally there was a chat box with messages which she started to reply to.

“You don’t need that, they can hear you. We just can’t hear them”, said Witness.

“Oh ... Hi”, said Harriet and watched as a number of love hearts floated up the screen over her image. And multiple “Hi”s appeared in the chat box.

Witness had undressed while this was happening and his cock suddenly appeared next to her face, tapping her on the cheek. Harriet instinctively flicked her tongue towards it, before catching the head in her mouth and giving it a couple of hungry sucks. It still tasted exotic. There was no way she would ever be able to take his full length in her mouth, as she had with Andrew, she thought. Just his girth made it difficult keep on it for any length of time before she’d have to come up for air.

Witness climbed on the bed behind her and reached round and took both of her breasts in his hands. More hearts floated up the screen.

“Ok, now kneel on the bed on all fours and keep looking at the screen. They want to see your face”, instructed Witness. Harriet got into position, knowing she was going to be fucked doggy style again. She had watched herself in that position many times over the last week. It felt so raw and powerful, even animalistic. She was already being carried away by the memory.

Witness didn’t hang about. He pushed his cock into her and she gasped, her head dropping. She held it back up again remembering her audience. On the screen messages were appearing.

“She loves it” “Beautiful” “Look at her face, beautiful”

It all seemed quite civilised.

Harriet didn’t feel civilised though. It was hard to read the screen as Witness pounded her harder. Every time her head dropped she heard him call out, “Head up, bitch”. She knew every moan she made was being heard by these strangers.

She tried to keep her eyes on the screen, smiling, trying to put on a show. She saw her own tits jiggling with his rhythm, and her face, not smiling, but still obviously enjoying the experience.

“Say you love it”, she read.

“I love it. I love big black cock”, she said, reading from the screen. There was something about talking during sex that seemed to make it even more pleasurable. She kept repeating it.

The screen was now a blur as Witness fucked her hard, she was aware of more love hearts, but couldn’t read the messages, just cocks being wanked at the sight of her taking his cock. She thought about how it had looked from behind. Her pussy lips parted as his cock hammered into her. Her juices creaming and frothing around his cock.Suddenly Witness pulled out and with great athleticism positioned himself by her face, gripped his cock and covered her with cum.

Harriet felt his cock run over her face, painting it. She licked what she could reach and tried to blink it from her eyes. Eventually Witness gave her some tissues and she sat wiping her eyes as she looked at the screen.

“Fantastic” “Amazing” “Slut. I love it”

She smiled for her audience and blew them a kiss, Witness’s cum still on her face. Witness leaned forward and ended the broadcast.

He stood there smiling. “Did you enjoy that?”

Harriet nodded. There was something highly desirable about feeling out of control.

She went to clean up. “Can I leave the clothes here”, she called from his bathroom, kicking herself for not bringing along anything to wear back home.

“I’ll sell them”, was his reply. “They’ll make a bit now you have worn them on video”. She laughed.

“Okay”, she replied.

“I can’t see you tomorrow”, he told her when she returned,” “I’ve other things on”.

Harriet once again felt a flash of jealousy and wanted to ask about this new woman, but she knew he wouldn’t tell her, and that meant he wouldn’t tell anyone else about her, so she bit her lip, accepting the situation. She could do with some recovery time after that pounding anyway, she reflected.

Harriet returned home wearing nothing under her coat. It felt incredibly daring and she enjoyed her quick dash across the close.

She went straight to the bathroom and removed her makeup and tattoos. She saw she had cum in her hair and realised she’d walked across the close like that. She thought about the word “slut” and how she only ever used it as an insult, spitting it at other women. Now she was getting a different, secret pleasure from it. She got into the shower and washed away the sin from her skin and changed into trousers and a sweater. He nipples showed through the thin weave and she thought that maybe some of the sin would never wash away as she waited for her family to return home.

She was a becoming a different person, but how long could she hold on to both worlds?