My start as a camgurl part 2
How had I ended up in this situation? Sure I was going to need to make ends meet, but I could find a normal job couldn't I? was I this desperate? Perhaps desperate wasn't the right word, just over a month ago I had started out camming as a bit of fun, to maybe make a few pounds while I masturbated, which was going to do regardless of being on cam. And here I was, hairless, in a bra and thong, was I OK with this?
As overwhelming as the situation was, I looked down at myself, and staring over the hard nipples inside the empty cups of my ex-girlfriend's bra, to my still very stiff, throbbing and now leaking cock encased in a lacy thong. I rationalised that it didn't matter. I was just going to masturbate like I had that first time, it didn't matter how many people were watching, but the more that watched the more I might be able to earn, and then I wouldn't have to worry about my job. I was sure no-body was going to recognise me, and I could stop any time it got too much. This was fine.
I looked back up to the screen, and said "so would you like me to do tonight?" with a grin, I secretly hoped it would lead to an orgasm like I'd had the other week, something that intense and powerful, if I could earn the same tokens that would be a massive bonus.
The messages started to pop up on screen, and I slowly wrapped my hand around my dick. Not really stroking it, just pulling a little, I felt a bead of pre-cum dribble from my helmet and instinctively slid my index finger up to scoop it. Pulling my finger a way a long string hung down, I lifted it to the camera for everyone to see. Instantly messages pinged in telling me to suck it and I looked quizzically back. I'd never tasted myself before, and wasn't sure I wanted to, thinking for a second I made the money sign with my other hand and with a little wink said "I think that's going to cost you". My moderator quickly set up a target of 200 tokens and the pings gradually trickled in. I rubbed the glob of pre-cum between my fingers, it was very slippery and smooth, raising it to my nose I gave it a smell, but it wasn't overly flagrant, maybe this wouldn't taste so bad after all.
10 minutes or so later the target was met but I realised my fingers were now not so wet, I would need a fresh scoop, reaching down I pulled my cock free from the thong and wrapped one hand round the base, squeezing and sliding it up I coaxed another sizable drop from the head and pinched it onto my finger. I held it to the camera asking "are you ready? I've never tasted it before so you're going to witness my first time".
Slowly drawing it to my mouth, I opened wide and extended my tongue, playing to the camera as seductively as I could I liked my finger, only taking a little bit of it into my mouth. To my surprise it didn't really taste of much, I was going to need a bigger sample. I brought my fingers back to my lips and closed my mouth round them, licking with my tongue and sucking it off.
I thought for a second, I don't know what I was expecting, but my first impressions were that it wasn't disgusting. I was expecting it to be salty and pungent, but I dare say it was almost nice, kind of sweet and a bit tangy and as I swished it around my mouth I wasn't left with any unpleasant aftertaste. I smiled at the camera and stuck out my tongue to prove I had sucked it clean.
Over the next 30 minutes I responded to many different requests, my moderator always quick to put up a target for tokens. They were fairly mild, lots of stroking my cock, and a surprising amount wanted me to turn around and flash them my asshole, some just happy for me to stick out my bum and spank it a little. All of which I did with a smile, and it was genuine too. I was enjoying the interaction, it was making me horny, I would joke and tease them and I especially enjoyed the tokens pinging in.
Through all of this Biggie had been ominously quiet. I had managed to amass an extra 1000 tokens by this point, and fed myself quite a few more fingers of pre-cum in the process, but I really wanted to move things on. Sitting back in my chair I called out Biggie, in as girly princess voice I could muster (knowing that he would probably like that) I asked if he had any special requests.
He replied "of course, I'm sure you'll be happy with the reward after" with a winking face and I waited on baited breath. "I want you to lay on the bed like before, but keep the underwear on, and don't move". I'd now figured out how to enlarge the chat so I could read it from further away and quickly stepped back on to the bed. Getting into position on my side, I raised my legs a little, opened them and pushed my hard cock down. As I closed my legs I felt that divine pressure around my dick and the extra sensation from the G-string running up my ass really added to it.
I settled down with a hand cupping my chest, lightly pinching my left nipple. But my hips had their own ideas and gently started to move, causing my cock to ever so slightly thrust up between my legs. In capitals on the screen Biggie wrote "I SAID TO NOT MOVE" and I froze.
"Now, I want you to take your right hand and reach round to the head of your clit" It didn't really register what he'd called it, maybe it was just a typo, I was already too horny and my hand slid over my leg and made contact with my throbbing cock. I was so slippery and the tension of laying in this position was driving me crazy, I rubbed in circles making my fingers all wet. His next command appeared on screen "once your middle finger is nice and coated, I want you to play with your ass, no putting fingers in, just run your finger around it, and any time you need more lube, just take it from your clit".
This time it can't have been a typo, but my hand was already moving to pull the thong to one side, and as my index finger made contact I let out a gasp. I had never played with myself there before, but I had to admit that it felt really nice. I kept circling it and every few minutes id return my had to my dripping cock and get my fingers all wet again.
The pings of approval rang out, matched by my vocal reciprocations. This was genuinely pleasant, and I craved to be able to cum already, but I could also see my total and while it was another record I knew I could get more.
Biggie kept on offering encouragement, telling me to play with my nipples, allowing me to thrust my hips a little which not only caused those delicious sensations on my cock, but seemed to pucker my asshole with each movement, as I circled it with my wet fingers it invited me to go further.
My mind was now becoming more over stimulated with pleasure, and without any further instruction I started to push more. My eyes were closed, now it was time to get myself off and I didn't care what anyone wanted me to do. When my fingers began to dry on my ass, I would frantically pull at my cock to get them wet and has good as it felt to stimulate it, I would always return to my butthole to carry on my teasing.
The longer I drew out my orgasm the better and more intense I knew it would be, and I needed another big one like before. I was now thrusting and bucking with abandon, my fingers circled my hole and with each thrust they would enter a little more. Still without going in, but the pressure felt sublime and I just chased whatever felt the best. With my finger right on my hole I thrust my hips forward pushing my soaked dick into my legs. I kept the pressure on my finger and as I drew my hips back I felt the tip slightly part my hole.
The sensations of my cock dripping over my legs, my wet finger just slipping inside pushed me over the edge. My ring tightened around my finger pushing it out and my cock begun to uncontrollably throb and spurt jet after jet up my legs and onto the bed. That amazing full body shiver centring from my pulsing member radiating out and up my body, I had been unknowingly holding my breath and I moaned in release. It was pure pleasure, equal if not better than the last time.
My world was white light and tremors, my body spasmed uncontrollably even though my balls were spent the aftershocks continued. This was pure pleasure, so all encompassing.
Gradually my high subsided, my ragged breathing coming into range of my ears but everything still sounded numbed, I was done. But so satisfied. I rolled onto my back and sighed. As consciousness slowly resumed, my ears became aware of the pings from my computer. I wearily sat up, which gave me a massive headrush. With breathlessness I smiled at the camera and said "That was incredible, I have never cum that hard before".
My mouth was dry, my body was sticky and weak. I didn't have the energy to say any more, I staggered up and took a giant gulp of water. Looking down over my lingerie clad body at the mess between my legs and the soaking bed sheets, I let out a giggle. Leaning over the keyboard and looking into the camera I thanked everyone, including my biggest tippers. "That was incredible, maybe you'll join me at the same time tomorrow, I hope you can make me cum like that again". There was a flurry of congratulations and praises, including Biggie, I felt genuine satisfaction that he was happy, this was another record not only in tokens but in the number of people watching, there really were more people into a hairless guy in nickers in the trans room.
I closed the chat and went straight away to the shower. Stripping out of the bra and thong I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, drying cum all over my legs, matted hair on my very flushed face, and the imprint of the lingerie on my chest. "wow" was all I could say to myself, "that was amazing". As I stepped into the hot shower I felt a genuine satisfaction like I had never before. It wasn't just the afterglow of the most intense and powerful orgasm id ever had, I really enjoyed the positive feedback, I enjoyed the praise which up until that point I never really had much of in my life.
And seeing how much I'd earnt. Tonight four hours of work had paid as well as my day job, there was a real chance I could make a go of this. I'd never have to go back to that office, and I could spend all my time having incredible climaxes like that every day, what was not to like?
I soaped myself and luxuriated at the feel of my skin, being hairless really was an enjoyable sensation. Although I could feel the regrowth coming through, so reaching for the removal cream I reapplied it and waited before washing it off. As I stepped out he shower and dried myself off my skin felt a little dry. Remembering back to my ex's night bag, there were a few bottles and things at the bottom that id looked past when I rummage through it.
Going back to the bag I emptied it out on the sofa, and sure enough there was a small selection of makeup. A few shads of lipstick, foundation, a little compact with 8 shades of blusher, some mascara and bingo, a little tube of moisturiser. It was only meant for hands, but with my body now slightly itchy all over it would have to do. I squirted the cool cream into my hands and spread it all up my legs and body, down my arms and everywhere I could reach.
Well not quite everywhere, I squeezed the last out of the tube and spread it on my ass, making sure to get everywhere I had put the hair remover on. Realising I needed to do my dick as well I saved a little and applied it to my cock and balls. By now they had shrunk back to their usual dormant state. Which for me was always very underwhelming. As I've said before, I'm a grower, but whenever I cum really hard it seems to shrivel back to a particularly small size and today was no exception.
With just a 1.5inch nub sticking out and my smooth balls hanging tightly below a completely hairless pubic mound, it really didn't look like a dick. Maybe Biggie was right, and I really should call it a clit. The thought lingered a little and I went to my boxers draw and pulled a pair out. With my newly moisturised smooth legs they felt so very rough as I drew them up my legs the thought of the other panties and things in the overnight bag came to mind.
I pulled the boxers off and tossed them back in the draw, on the sofa were 3 sets to choose from. All quite girly with either hearts or bows on them, but the most comfortable looking ones were black and a soft cotton with only a small number of frills. I stepped into them and pulled them up. As I settled into them I luxuriated at how the soft material felt against my sensitive skin. Way better than the boxers, they were perhaps a bit sung, but it actually felt quite nice having my cock and balls supported and the way they encased my ass wasn't so bad either.
I walked over to the mirror to look at myself. They fit great and I didn't look totally stupid in them. I wondered what the bra would fit like and without thinking grabbed it and stepped back to the mirror to watch myself put it on. Settling it into position I smiled with pride, it fit great and was very comfortable, much more so than the lacy bra and thong I had worn for the show.
I turned left to right and stuck out my butt a little, I laughed at the thought, but my body wasn't that bad for a girl, certainly no worse than my previous girlfriends. With a feeling of pride I walked back to the sofa and the other items. There was a silky feeling top and picking it up I realised it was one of her nighties. It was quite short and I remembered her wearing it the last time, with a smile I slipped it over my head.
Stepping back in-front of the mirror I was quite taken by the reflection. Breathing in and striking as feminine pose as I could, it really wasn't bad, ok the small bulge in the front of my panties was out of place, and the bra cups could do with a little padding. But my body was really quite acceptable. My face was still too boyish and my still damp hair wasn't going to cut it either. But there were those bits of makeup I thought to myself, maybe it's worth a try.
That would have to wait though, my exertions catching up with me and tiredness filling my eyes. I stripped the top over from the bed and threw it in the corner, cleaning that mess could wait till the morning. Pulling back the covers I slid in, my newly smooth skin and the night ware felt so very comfortable I didn't even consider taking them off. Once again, as my head hit the pillow, by eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep. What would the next day bring?
Slowly stirring from my sleep, I stretched under the covers and a pleasant sensation spread across my torso, remembering what I was wearing when I went to bed I smiled at the caress of the fabric on my skin. It was a strangely comforting feeling, the pressure from the bra, panties and nightie felt like being held gently. Peeling off the duvet I stepped into the room and was greeted by the mess from the night before.
The lingerie I'd been wearing lay strewn on the floor, it was heavily soiled and would absolutely need to be cleaned, along with all the other things I had cum all over. I picked them up and stuffed them in the wash. Before going to the bathroom and catching my reflection in the mirror. If I couldn't get the negligée clean from last night I would definitely need to try adding some makeup as although this bra and panties were comfortable, they were no way as sexy and with the outside world starting to come out of lockdown it was only a matter of time before I'd find out if there was still a job for me, I was going to have to up my game.
For the rest of the day I Just relaxed and caught up with the TV shows and news. And sometime late in the afternoon the washing machine clicked as the load finished its drying cycle. I pulled out all the now clean items hoping that I could use them in time for tonight's show. But I was dismayed when the bra came out all crinkled, misshapen and worst of all a dull grey colour, the thong too had suffered a similar fate. I must have put it on the wrong temperature and they were now completely ruined. With no fallback set to put on, the only way I could redeem this is to make myself look better, that makeup would have to do.
The lipstick was easy enough, even the eyeliner and mascara, but the contouring and eye shading turned out to be way trickier than I ever imagined. I didn't look good at all, and realising I didn't have much time before the next show, I wiped it all off, and just went for some simple lipstick and blusher.
Combined with the not exactly racy bra and panties I had on, the show was difficult to get into, I explained to everyone that I'd destroyed my favourite lingerie set and was inundated with recommendations for things to buy. And less than an hour later I had filled an online order for almost £100 worth of different items, as I was about to complete the checkout a special offer popped up for a Basque/corset and stocking set, the girl in the advert looked amazing, and it was so cheap. The added bonus that it would take me over the £100 and I would qualify for free shipping, so I added it in and paid the total. It was only when I got the confirmation email that I realised I should have paid for express delivery, it was going to be another week before they arrived.
I tried to resume the show, but the room had gone a little quiet. I had worked myself up a bit looking at all the sexy clothes, and even if nobody was going to give me any tokens tonight I still needed to sort myself out. I searched for my favourite cam model and a short time later found her streaming. She was a gorgeous as ever, already teasing her wet pussy with a fairly large dildo, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to idly stroke. As I watched her I became distracted by the thoughts of how she did her makeup? how did the things I bought compare to what she was wearing?
Despite being horny I had somewhat gone off the idea. That girl looked so hot, her big eye lashes, plump lips, styled and dyed hair and the makeup all done to perfection, even the way she moved, how was I going to compete with that? I clicked back to my stream and saw how little I'd earnt that show, depressed I realised there was no point continuing.
I made my apologies and closed down the chat, for the next 3 hours I watched one makeup tutorial on YouTube after another, practicing and cleaning with the limited selection I had, even plucking a few stray eyebrows, nothing to serious, but I needed every little bit of help I could get. Eventually looking back at me in the mirror was a much more feminine version of myself, I didn't look like a guy in drag, and would consider it almost passable, my lips were not quite full enough and my lashes even with mascara not long enough. But I had managed to style my hair that made it look a lot less boyish and it was certainly a step in the right direction.
Realising it was now in the early hours, I decided to call it a night and went to bed. Woken by the sunlight pouring in through the curtains, I stretched once again enjoying the clothes I'dbeen wearing the previous day. However today, I needed to go to the shops to buy some food as I had nothing to eat for breakfast, the cupboards had been running on empty for days. Getting out of bed I stripped off the nightie, bra and panties, if felt slightly strange not to have their tightness on my skin. Pulling some boxers, jeans and a t-shirt out I threw them on and grabbed a mask before heading out.
On the street it felt very unusual to be out. I hadn't really left the flat in weeks, but the fresh air even through a mask felt nice. There weren't that many people around, I guess most of them were still staying home and I hardly passed anyone on the short walk to the local corner shop. As I approached, a guy coming out saw me and held the door open waiting for me to go in, I could only see his eyes over the mask and they moved up and down looking at me, before they wrinkled in what I could only presume was a smile, I said thankyou before clearing my throat, my voice had come out in the same that I'd been using on cam, so a little higher and softer than usual and he replied 'you're very welcome'.
It was a bit odd I thought, and as he walked through the door he looked back over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. I guess he wasn't used to seeing that many people out? I picked up a basket and grabbed some essentials before taking them to the checkout. When I had been to this shop before the cashier had always been a friendly enough man, but today he seemed very chatty, we exchanged pleasantries which is unusual for London as most people keep themselves to themselves. I was a bit distracted by it all and handed over a £20 note turning to leave, as I got to the door I was slightly startled by him shouting "do you not want your change miss?", realising I was due a few pounds back I walked back over before he gave me the coins.
Leaving the shop it dawned on me he just called me miss, why had he done that? I was in my regular clothes. Talking of which, when carrying the two heavy bags it became all the more apparent that my nipple play over the last weeks had caused them to be a bit sore on the rough fabric of the t-shirt. I lamented the fact I'd taken the bra off as that probably would have helped, even the rest of my clothes felt a little less comfortable than I remembered.
As I arrived home I closed the door and placed the shopping down on the floor, removing my mask I noticed a pink stain on the inside of it, and suddenly it dawned on me I had not removed the makeup. Stepping into the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror was a tomboy. I lifted the mask to my face and then I realised just how feminine I looked, the mascara and simple eye makeup I'd put on the previous night, combined with how my hair was now sitting really did make me look like a girl. I laughed to myself as my eyes scanned down at the very un girly clothes I had on. No wonder that guy holding the door open had given me a funny look as he left and the cashier calling me miss all made sense.
It was strangely reassuring that I had been able to pass when out, OK the mask had clearly helped as my face was mostly covered, but I dare say had I kept the bra and panties on, and worn some slightly tighter fitting clothes no one would have noticed. And as the t-shirt and jeans were not that comfortable anyway, so if I did dress a bit more femininely the added bonus would be that I could then practice a more female movement when I was out, even the voice, which would only help when it being on cam. Wearing the mask would mean no one would recognise me even if I did meet someone I knew (not that there was much chance). I couldn't have shows like I had last night, I'd never survive if I lost my job.
Getting ready for tonight's show, I took even more care of my makeup and hair, and was actually looking forward to putting the bra and panties back on, they weirdly felt more comfortable, I guess knowing that my viewers would approve. There was some nail polish that I had been resisting putting on as I didn't want to have anything too hard to remove, but since I could go out and pretty much be anonymous I decided it couldn't hurt and if anything would help push my appearance to the next level.
I applied it to my fingernails and toes, it was a matching shade to the crimson lipstick that I also had, so at least they would go together. Waiting for them to dry, I walked over to the big mirror to check myself out. I was very satisfied with my reflection, OK so this negligée wasn't as sexy as the ruined one, but with the extra effort I'd gone to it was a big improvement on last night. I struck a few poses, practiced walking up and down swaying my hips as best I could, even trying to adjust my voice to me soft and sultry. I was working myself up, and even though I wasn't hard, I had developed quite a wet patch on the front of my nickers.
Feeling much more confident, the show goes really well, everybody compliments me on the makeup, despite the slightly less sexy outfit the tokens gradually come in. I take a great deal of pleasure teasing them, there are a few commands with tokens attached, and I gladly carry them out. A little spanking, plenty of cock flashing and bouncing, someone even tries to get me to twerk which my attempt is laughable. Given my previous shows there is no surprise when the requests come in for some light anal play. Like before I use my copious amounts of precum as lube and really relish the feeling of running my fingers around my hole, It is so easy to get carried away, and I find myself really getting into it, my moans are genuine even if I am trying to make them sound more feminine, it pushes me right to the edge, but remembering that I cannot ruin any more clothes before the new ones arrive I step up close to the camera, stroking my cock hard and fast, once again the sound of the pings is acting as a turn on, I can feel my balls tighten and seeing the girl version of myself on screen pushes me over the edge and I shot several big thick ropes of cum into my waiting hand.
Not cumming the day before meant it was quite the load and as I clean up the cum from my hands and sit back on my chair, I feel a great sense of release and pride. Enjoying the post orgasm wave, the compliments pop up on screen. It is a strange sense of reward knowing you are pleasing other people, and even stranger to think some of them will have cum with me. The total for tonight was reasonable, way better than last night but still far short of where I needed to be, but progress is progress and I can always improve.
The next day I was woken by the doorbell ringing, climbing out of bed and realising that I was wearing the silk nightie and bra I rummaged for something I could quickly throw on. Pulling out an oversized t-shirt that someone had bought me in the wrong size, I put it on and the doorbell rang again more insistently, I wouldn't have time to dig out any trousers or shorts before the postman left so I ran to the door. Fortunately the long t-shirt covered just enough of me, and hid the lacy undergarments I had on. But I could tell by the look on the guys face it was showing more than it should. I blushed as he handed me two packages and cursed myself for all but flashing him.
Taking the parcels inside the first one looked like a small book or DVD, it had no obvious markings on or notes from the sender. The second however, had a little note at the bottom of the delivery slip 'From Biggie, do not open until Friday's show, for all to see'. My curiosity piqued, the package wasn't too big, maybe the size of a small shoebox. It couldn't be shoes, as they wouldn't be big enough for my feet. It wasn't overly heavy, yet one side of the box had a distinct weight to it and I couldn't get any hints from giving it a shake. I put it to the side of my desk and returned my attention to the other package.
Opening it, confirmed that it was a DVD. A fitness DVD to be exact, and inside there was a little note 'I've used this DVD myself, and found it supremely helpful not just from a fitness point of view, but it really boosted my flexibility, I hope it does for you too ;) - from a long standing admirer". Well that was unusual to say the least, but with the way shows had been going recently, anything that could give me an edge and improve the number of tokens would be a bonus.
With all day to spend preparing for the show, I decided to give it a go and put the disc into the PlayStation. It opened straight into the menu with a picture of the host looking incredibly shapely in a tight fitting fitness outfit. I realised I didn't really have anything suitable to wear, I definitely couldn't do it wearing this baggy t-shirt with the bra and panties underneath. I stripped off and found some shorts and a regular t-shirt and hit the start button.
The introduction was long and a bit boring, but as she described the upcoming exercises, she emphasised that following these routines would build excellent core strength, really enhance your womanly curves and increase your all round flexibility. She promised that by the end of the DVD, if you followed all the steps, you would be left with enhanced shape and flexibility to match, dropping into the splits with ease as if to prove the point. And if I was honest, if I looked even half as good as she did, my earnings would go through the roof.
The first session was very basic, mainly warmup and stretches, but it didn't take long for the roughness of my top to irritate my nipples. I really did need to start taking better care of them, all the nipple play in my shows was making them constantly sore. I reached over to the last of my ex's bras, it was a very plain white padded item, and would be of no use for the show, but totally fine for this. It slipped on easily and with the t-shirt back on, it even gave the almost realistic impression that I had breasts. However it solved my chafing problem and I could return to the DVD.
45 minutes later and I had worked up quite a sweat, it highlighted how inappropriate my clothing was for this task and as the session finished I resolved that I would probably need to buy something that would be more suitable. Walking to the bathroom and seeing my reflection, I had the appearance of a girl who'd just finished a gym session, a slight shine of sweat on my face, hairless arms and smooth legs. The bra really did accentuate a bust that wasn't there. And if I pinched the back of the t-shirt together pulling it in at the waist the silhouette was quite pleasing. Peeling off my clothes I jumped in the shower, the feeling of the warm water running over my hairless body was still a novelty, and it made everything tingle a little. Soaping up, I made sure I was cleaned everywhere even lingering on my hole a little, it really was a pleasant sensation and in no time I felt myself become hard. Catching myself, I realised I needed to save it for the show. I still had tonight's to do before I could open Biggies parcel, what was I going to find in there?
Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I styled my hair as best I could, and set to applying makeup. The base came much easier than it had in previous days, I was even able to blend in the eye shadow and blusher better. Although I had some time till the show, I added mascara and the bright red lipstick, pouting to myself in the mirror. I was getting much improved at this, it was taking less time and the results vastly enhanced over the previous attempts.
That evening I gave the show my all, with my new makeup looking great, and the confidence built from my trip out the day before, I tried really hard to extenuate my features, bending and pushing my ass out at every opportunity, exaggerating my girl voice. I had been horny since the shower and took real pleasure in teasing a stringing out my release, the tokens pinged in. Biggie made an appearance, but only to instruct me to not open the parcel until tomorrow, and try to save myself a bit. I still didn't have as many tokens as I wanted for tonight's show, but it was getting late and I just wanted to get myself off.
Laying on my side with my leg raised, I once again pushed my cock down between my legs, using my precum to lubricate my fingers, I turned my attention to my ass. It really did feel incredible to circle it, and probe lightly. I didn't need to put my fingers inside, the sensations I received were enough to take me close to orgasm. Pinching and squeezing my nipples with my spare hand, my moaning was no longer an exaggeration, I loved this position and could feel that inevitable build of pressure inside my balls. I reached down and pulled my cock down further to make sure I didn't shoot on myself, I needed to look after my remaining clothes. The extra pressure on my dick as I pulled it down pushed me further and a single stroke was all it took for me to shoot stream after stream over the bedsheets. I whimpered and moaned as the pulses fired through my body, slowing coming down from my orgasmic height.
I cleaned up a little and thanked my fans, tonight's total had been ok, still short of what I needed, but I was more than satisfied. Mainly as I had given myself an amazing climax, and actually really enjoyed the whole show. I felt so much more in control of it and pleased with my performance. But I needed to get myself to bed, and spend tomorrow prepping. If it was going to be like the previous time Biggie had commanded a show, I was not only in for a treat in so much as getting myself off, but the financial reward would be great too, and after the week I had, it was essential I boosted my earnings.
I woke up in the morning nervous about what tonight's show would bring. The parcel still sitting on my desk only served to increase the anticipation, what was in it? What was I going to have to do? And more importantly would today be the payday I needed to bring up my tokens for this week? There was a lot riding on the contents of that package, and with my employment prospects not looking great I desperately needed to make it work.
With time to kill and lots of nervous energy to burn I switched on the PlayStation and started up the fitness DVD. Getting dressed like before with the plain padded bra and panties, with a t-shirt over the top, this session was much like the last, lots of yoga stretches, but the further on it went, there were rounds of squats, lunges, side leg raises and crunches. I was getting hot and sweaty, my hair was getting in my face, so I stripped off the t-shirt and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. Resuming the session I felt much more comfortable, the panties were snug and well-fitting and the tightness of the bra felt very supportive and it felt strangely pleasant with an occasional swish of my hair on my shoulders.
The session finished and I was out of breath and sweaty. My legs and buttocks burned from the exercises and I felt a satisfying rush of endorphins, at the very least the DVD was going to get me in shape a little and after months of languishing in my apartment during lockdown it would do me the world of good, maybe once the weather improved I could take up running again.
In the afternoon I just tried to relax. I practiced a little more with the makeup, trying out a few different looks, I was really starting to get the hang of it, even if the selection I was working from was a bit limited. As time ticked on I became more and more nervous about the parcel, I distracted myself by doing the best job I could with my hair, perfecting the makeup and dressing in my bra panties and silky nightie, I was all set for my most important show to date.
As my viewers slowly trickled in, I received so many complements on my makeup, even for the not so special outfit, I guess all my efforts were paying off and I was starting to present myself well. Eventually my number on fan Biggie logged in, my stomach fluttered at the thought of finally finding out what was in the parcel and what was in store.
He asked me to open the package and show everyone the contents, inside there were 3 very nicely wrapped items and a small box. Opening the wrapping revealed a very lacey, silky soft set of white lingerie. I wasn't exactly sure what you would call it, but the top half was a very skimpy delicate bra with extra fabric below, there was no padding and it was clearly made for someone with very small breasts. The panties were in a matching lace, and quite wide over the hips and back, the strap then went underneath was split in two which I guessed would make it crotchless. The third item contained a pair of incredibly silky stockings with an attached suspender belt, all matching the bra and nickers.
My heart was pumping fast and hard, holding the items up to my body, the tokens pinged in. Biggie instructed me to go and get changed before I opened the remaining small box. I stood on slightly shaky legs and went to the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes being careful to not mess my hair or makeup.
Looking at myself in the mirror as I stepped into the new lingerie, was a fascinating sight. I fastened the clasps on the bra and adjusted it into position, before stepping into the panties. The feeling of them sliding up my legs was exquisite, they must have been expensive I thought to myself. Settling them over my hips, and trying to tuck in my now semi hard member, I twisted to get a view of my back. The shape of the panties really enhanced my ass and smoothing them down I was really happy with how it looked.
Next came the suspender belt and stockings, they were tricky to step into, and after almost losing my balance I had pulled them all the way up. Making some slight adjustments to the position, and fixing the straps so that they kept the right tension, I now looked down at myself and saw a very sexy pair of legs attached to my body. Looking at myself in the full length mirror if it wasn't for the very flat chest and very unfeminine bulge in my nickers I would make a very respectable girl. Twisting to pose, standing with my legs crossed slightly and a hand on my hip I smiled. I had nailed this, I looked great and I felt confident that Biggie would approve and hopefully everyone else too, it barely even registered that my half hard cock had begun to leak without me even touching it.
I strode back into my bedroom, making extra effort to sway my hips and be as seductive as possible, I was met with rapturous praise, a flurry of tokens and a reasonably large one from Biggie. We chatted for a while about how it felt and looked, I'd almost forgotten about the remaining box until I was prompted.
With trembling hands I lifted it up and prized open the packet. Inside there was a small velvet bag, it felt heavier than it should for something this size, and it was hard. I pulled on the strings and my mouth dropped as I tipped it into my hand. There in my palm was a small, weighty, polished metal butt plug with a pink jewel on one end.
I stammered, not knowing what to say. Passing it between my hands and examining it from all angles. I knew what it was, and where it should go, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to go that far yet. It measured around three inches in length and the cone shaped tip maybe an inch across at the widest point before tapering down to a slim bar at the jewelled end.
Looking back at the screen I could see a deluge of messages begging me to put it in. the highlighted comment from Biggie read 'I am positive you will enjoy this present, if put it in, I'll give you 500 tokens, if you play with it while it's in I'll give you 1000 and if you can cum with it, without touching yourself I'll give you 3000.
I was gobsmacked, not only would that put my total way up there, it would mean with everyone else's contributions I'd make way more than my job today. And that didn't include all the other donations from anyone else. If I took this step would it be too far? As of today I had avoided going inside my ass, it felt like an unwritten boundary that I'd placed on myself. But on the other hand if I wanted to grow my cam viewers and generate a proper income from it, I would have to do this.
Steeling myself, I said 'OK'. Pings of tokens came back as a response, with demands from everyone as to what I should do with it. It felt too cold in my hands and I would need to warm it up, someone said I should suck it and I automatically responded with a price. If I was going to do this, they were going to pay. My moderator set up some boundaries and token targets and in no time the first one was met. I brought to plug to my nose and smelt it, there was no odour, I brushed it against my lips and it felt so smooth and cold. I opened my mouth and slowly slid out my tongue to lick it. There was only a slight metallic taste which you would expect, and as I extended my tongue further I opened my mouth and slid it past my lips.
It felt heavy, weighty and solid, and gradually warmed up as I passed my tongue over it, swishing it around my mouth. On screen I played up to it as much as I could, sneaking out moans and smiling to the camera. Looking at myself it was quite the sight, from that angle you couldn't really make out the tent in my panties and it was only when I dropped a hand to my dick that I realised how much I had leaked. This was really getting me going and now I was wondering what it would feel against my hole.
It was time, I wanted to feel what it would be like, I was indescribably horny. Spurred on by the chat and the next target, I moved to the bed, bending over and giving everyone a view of my ass. Pulling my panties to one side and using my precum to coat the plug I bring it gingerly to my hole. I gasped as it made contact, despite my warming it still felt a little cold, but the lubrication and smooth metal feel amazing. It was only then that I realise the first target had been met and that I'd jumped the gun a little. Resolving to be more patient I resist the urge to carry on and continue circling my hole.
The feedback on screen, the constant pings of tokens and the sensations being elicited from my ass were divine. I start to beg the chat to donate more so I can reach my target, I really wanted to know what it would feel like inside if it felt this good on the outside. After only a few minutes a loud ring sounded out, someone had dropped a large number of tokens and it wasn't Biggie. It took me over the target and now I had to live up to my promise.
I re-lubed the plug with my precum, circled my waiting hole a few times before finding the centre and applying some pressure, I could feel my ring give and the smooth metal tip start to enter. I was somewhat surprised that there was no discomfort, and I pushed a little harder. With maybe the first centimetre in, I started to feel more resistance and realised I was holding my breath and tensing up. Forcing myself to relax I released the air in my lungs, and it came out of my mouth as an elongated moan, without easing up on the plug every movement sent it a little deeper and further inside me.
I glanced at the computer, there on screen lay a sexily dressed girl on her knees, with her hand pushing a small butt plug into her ass. It was so abstract I barely recognised it as myself, but the duality of seeing something so hot, and feeling the sensations made me quiver. My cock began to rise and jolt with every millimetre the plug slid it further. I must have made it to the widest part as is slid in with less force from my hand, and eventually pulled itself into my ass. As it did I felt the weight and coolness of it inside me pressing on something that caused my rock hard dick to jerk involuntarily. I moved my hand back to help hold me up, I was feeling lightheaded and the plug was pressing on something inside me that made everything tingle.
I wasn't having an orgasm, but by cock was moving of its own accord. My ass seemed to be clenching and squeezing too, I couldn't help but groan as these sensations washed over me. My world seemed a little dull and quiet, all that existed was the feeling inside me and the desire to sway my hips and explore the movements it generated. I looked down between my legs, and hanging from my dick was a long line of clear pre cum, I reached my hand down to stroke myself before remembering Biggie's request and the reward that was attached to it.
I managed to compose myself enough to turn and face the camera. I was a hot mess, and found it hard to focus through the pleasure that flowed through me with every movement. I had expected it to be painful, and while there was a moment of discomfort, right now, it felt sublime and I had never been so turned on.
With my ragged breathing somewhat under control I breathlessly asked what the chat would like me to do now, even if all I could think of was grabbing my dripping cock and stroking it hard. Tokens pinged in and I realised I still needed to put on a show, composing myself further I was able to stand up and show them how it fit, and how wet and hard it had made me.
Biggie reiterated that all I had to do was cum without touching my dick and he would pay, a chorus of other viewers chimed the same. I had already a very good total, if they followed through this would be another personal best and would rectify the weeks slow takings.
I thought back to the time I came with my prick stuffed between my legs, although really I was still touching it so that wouldn't count, I shifted nervously and a sudden jolt of pleasure emanated from the plug. 'Fuuuuuck that feels good' I moaned out and I once again circled my hips to try and repeat it. I couldn't quite get it but it lit the fire that I realised needed to be fanned to reach my goal.
Laying back on the bed, on my side with my right leg raised, I reached down and placed my finger and thumb on the plug. Instantly my cock lurched as it moved inside me, 'ooooh yessss' I hissed as I applied more pressure and pushed it in a circular motion. There was no playing up to the camera this time, I was purely chasing the pleasure and this felt amazing.
Making sure the camera had a good view, I progressed into a rhythm of clockwise movements on the jewel of the plug, my left hand had pulled my bra down a little and I was furiously pulling and teasing my nipples. I could feel it building, that inevitable pressure from my balls, I could even see in the monitor that they had tightened up ready to release, but try as I might I couldn't seem to push myself over the edge. Both my hands working faster, desperate to reach a climax which wouldn't quite come.
I was getting frustrated, I was so close 'I just want to cum' I moaned, I so wanted to grab my throbbing dick and finish myself off, but I had to stick to their request, I'd done so much I couldn't waste the opportunity now. I needed more stimulation and the only thing I could think of was to pull the plug out and push it back in. Grasping the jewel I tugged, groaning as I felt my ring expand, I pulled until I felt it slide out but before thrusting it back in.
Once again as it found its resting place I felt that spark of pleasure, I opened my mouth to speak but only a lust laden 'OOOooooohhhh' escaped. In no time my shaking hand grabbed the plug and pulled it out, shoving it back in to try and hit that mark. I was rewarded with another jolt and I wasted no time repeating the same movement.
In and out I pistoned the plug, each time I could feel it, that special tingle inside me taking me closer to my goal. The show no longer mattered, I was purely focussed on the pleasure and it was becoming overwhelming. My eyes had been closed and I peeled them open to take in the scene. I couldn't see the plug going in and out but I sure as hell could feel it, there was so much precum leaking from my rock hard cock that my lingerie was soaked as well as the bed sheets. Glancing at the computer I could see the yellow boxes in the chat as people had given me tokens, yet I hadn't heard anything over the constant stream of my moans with every breath and every thrust of the plug.
I modified my movements and, as I pushed the plug in I circled it round, extending the spike of pleasure from within my ass. I could feel that point of no return approaching, my body getting tight, my ass thrusting back to meet the plug, the jolts of ecstasy running from my hardened nipples to my dick. Everything began to slow down and a white heat exploded deep inside me. With my eyes wide I saw my cock spasm and a huge jet of cum erupted from its head, followed by another and another. A wail of release echoed around my room as each shockwave centring from that sensitive spot inside my ass flowed out.
The wave of orgasms crashed over me, my hands unable to keep going, but ripples and aftershocks causing me to shudder and shake. For a moment everything went dark except for the pulses of pleasure causing through my body.
Once my consciousness resumed, I slowly took in what had happened. A massive chime rang out from the computer and I could see Biggie had followed through with his payment, along with so many other people. I just lay there in awe of what had happened, my body was still occasionally twitching, all the orgasms I've ever had didn't come close to that, I had never cum so much or so hard in all my life.
There was jizz everywhere, all over my stomach and chest, the bed and even a little on my face. Still flushed and very weak I managed to sit up, the plug in my ass suddenly making me squeal. I laughed covering my mouth, it was so unexpected, despite me knowing full well it was still in there. I thanked all my fans, blowing a kiss to the high tippers especially Biggie.
I closed the chat but couldn't move, I was weak and drained, but there was no way I could go to bed like this. So I staggered over to the shower, the plug still occasionally nudging its prize with each step, trembles running up my spine each time. I made it into the shower and pealed off my soaked lingerie, I would have to take extra care of that when I cleaned it I thought as I stepped into the cascading hot water.
Soaping my body and washing all the cum from me, I realised I was going to have to remove the plug, there was no way I could sleep with that in there. I reached round and pulled on it, gasping as it popped out. I smiled to myself, I had done it, with today's total contributing to the week I made a massive step to matching my regular salary and a huge sense of pride and relief came over me. I cleaned the plug and set it to the side while I finished up.
Placing my heavily soiled new lingerie in a bowl with some soapy water to soak overnight, I dressed myself back in that simple bra, panty and nightie set. I felt incredibly content, I had no need to wear these but they just made me feel so good. My cam girl persona had become so much of me and I didn't really mind. If camming for a living meant I got to orgasm like that every once in a while it was a price worth paying. Although in the back of my mind I was still aware that without my high rollers I would be way off the earnings I needed. I was far from secure, so I just needed to carry on and build my following further. With those thoughts I drifted off to sleep exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.
As overwhelming as the situation was, I looked down at myself, and staring over the hard nipples inside the empty cups of my ex-girlfriend's bra, to my still very stiff, throbbing and now leaking cock encased in a lacy thong. I rationalised that it didn't matter. I was just going to masturbate like I had that first time, it didn't matter how many people were watching, but the more that watched the more I might be able to earn, and then I wouldn't have to worry about my job. I was sure no-body was going to recognise me, and I could stop any time it got too much. This was fine.
I looked back up to the screen, and said "so would you like me to do tonight?" with a grin, I secretly hoped it would lead to an orgasm like I'd had the other week, something that intense and powerful, if I could earn the same tokens that would be a massive bonus.
The messages started to pop up on screen, and I slowly wrapped my hand around my dick. Not really stroking it, just pulling a little, I felt a bead of pre-cum dribble from my helmet and instinctively slid my index finger up to scoop it. Pulling my finger a way a long string hung down, I lifted it to the camera for everyone to see. Instantly messages pinged in telling me to suck it and I looked quizzically back. I'd never tasted myself before, and wasn't sure I wanted to, thinking for a second I made the money sign with my other hand and with a little wink said "I think that's going to cost you". My moderator quickly set up a target of 200 tokens and the pings gradually trickled in. I rubbed the glob of pre-cum between my fingers, it was very slippery and smooth, raising it to my nose I gave it a smell, but it wasn't overly flagrant, maybe this wouldn't taste so bad after all.
10 minutes or so later the target was met but I realised my fingers were now not so wet, I would need a fresh scoop, reaching down I pulled my cock free from the thong and wrapped one hand round the base, squeezing and sliding it up I coaxed another sizable drop from the head and pinched it onto my finger. I held it to the camera asking "are you ready? I've never tasted it before so you're going to witness my first time".
Slowly drawing it to my mouth, I opened wide and extended my tongue, playing to the camera as seductively as I could I liked my finger, only taking a little bit of it into my mouth. To my surprise it didn't really taste of much, I was going to need a bigger sample. I brought my fingers back to my lips and closed my mouth round them, licking with my tongue and sucking it off.
I thought for a second, I don't know what I was expecting, but my first impressions were that it wasn't disgusting. I was expecting it to be salty and pungent, but I dare say it was almost nice, kind of sweet and a bit tangy and as I swished it around my mouth I wasn't left with any unpleasant aftertaste. I smiled at the camera and stuck out my tongue to prove I had sucked it clean.
Over the next 30 minutes I responded to many different requests, my moderator always quick to put up a target for tokens. They were fairly mild, lots of stroking my cock, and a surprising amount wanted me to turn around and flash them my asshole, some just happy for me to stick out my bum and spank it a little. All of which I did with a smile, and it was genuine too. I was enjoying the interaction, it was making me horny, I would joke and tease them and I especially enjoyed the tokens pinging in.
Through all of this Biggie had been ominously quiet. I had managed to amass an extra 1000 tokens by this point, and fed myself quite a few more fingers of pre-cum in the process, but I really wanted to move things on. Sitting back in my chair I called out Biggie, in as girly princess voice I could muster (knowing that he would probably like that) I asked if he had any special requests.
He replied "of course, I'm sure you'll be happy with the reward after" with a winking face and I waited on baited breath. "I want you to lay on the bed like before, but keep the underwear on, and don't move". I'd now figured out how to enlarge the chat so I could read it from further away and quickly stepped back on to the bed. Getting into position on my side, I raised my legs a little, opened them and pushed my hard cock down. As I closed my legs I felt that divine pressure around my dick and the extra sensation from the G-string running up my ass really added to it.
I settled down with a hand cupping my chest, lightly pinching my left nipple. But my hips had their own ideas and gently started to move, causing my cock to ever so slightly thrust up between my legs. In capitals on the screen Biggie wrote "I SAID TO NOT MOVE" and I froze.
"Now, I want you to take your right hand and reach round to the head of your clit" It didn't really register what he'd called it, maybe it was just a typo, I was already too horny and my hand slid over my leg and made contact with my throbbing cock. I was so slippery and the tension of laying in this position was driving me crazy, I rubbed in circles making my fingers all wet. His next command appeared on screen "once your middle finger is nice and coated, I want you to play with your ass, no putting fingers in, just run your finger around it, and any time you need more lube, just take it from your clit".
This time it can't have been a typo, but my hand was already moving to pull the thong to one side, and as my index finger made contact I let out a gasp. I had never played with myself there before, but I had to admit that it felt really nice. I kept circling it and every few minutes id return my had to my dripping cock and get my fingers all wet again.
The pings of approval rang out, matched by my vocal reciprocations. This was genuinely pleasant, and I craved to be able to cum already, but I could also see my total and while it was another record I knew I could get more.
Biggie kept on offering encouragement, telling me to play with my nipples, allowing me to thrust my hips a little which not only caused those delicious sensations on my cock, but seemed to pucker my asshole with each movement, as I circled it with my wet fingers it invited me to go further.
My mind was now becoming more over stimulated with pleasure, and without any further instruction I started to push more. My eyes were closed, now it was time to get myself off and I didn't care what anyone wanted me to do. When my fingers began to dry on my ass, I would frantically pull at my cock to get them wet and has good as it felt to stimulate it, I would always return to my butthole to carry on my teasing.
The longer I drew out my orgasm the better and more intense I knew it would be, and I needed another big one like before. I was now thrusting and bucking with abandon, my fingers circled my hole and with each thrust they would enter a little more. Still without going in, but the pressure felt sublime and I just chased whatever felt the best. With my finger right on my hole I thrust my hips forward pushing my soaked dick into my legs. I kept the pressure on my finger and as I drew my hips back I felt the tip slightly part my hole.
The sensations of my cock dripping over my legs, my wet finger just slipping inside pushed me over the edge. My ring tightened around my finger pushing it out and my cock begun to uncontrollably throb and spurt jet after jet up my legs and onto the bed. That amazing full body shiver centring from my pulsing member radiating out and up my body, I had been unknowingly holding my breath and I moaned in release. It was pure pleasure, equal if not better than the last time.
My world was white light and tremors, my body spasmed uncontrollably even though my balls were spent the aftershocks continued. This was pure pleasure, so all encompassing.
Gradually my high subsided, my ragged breathing coming into range of my ears but everything still sounded numbed, I was done. But so satisfied. I rolled onto my back and sighed. As consciousness slowly resumed, my ears became aware of the pings from my computer. I wearily sat up, which gave me a massive headrush. With breathlessness I smiled at the camera and said "That was incredible, I have never cum that hard before".
My mouth was dry, my body was sticky and weak. I didn't have the energy to say any more, I staggered up and took a giant gulp of water. Looking down over my lingerie clad body at the mess between my legs and the soaking bed sheets, I let out a giggle. Leaning over the keyboard and looking into the camera I thanked everyone, including my biggest tippers. "That was incredible, maybe you'll join me at the same time tomorrow, I hope you can make me cum like that again". There was a flurry of congratulations and praises, including Biggie, I felt genuine satisfaction that he was happy, this was another record not only in tokens but in the number of people watching, there really were more people into a hairless guy in nickers in the trans room.
I closed the chat and went straight away to the shower. Stripping out of the bra and thong I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, drying cum all over my legs, matted hair on my very flushed face, and the imprint of the lingerie on my chest. "wow" was all I could say to myself, "that was amazing". As I stepped into the hot shower I felt a genuine satisfaction like I had never before. It wasn't just the afterglow of the most intense and powerful orgasm id ever had, I really enjoyed the positive feedback, I enjoyed the praise which up until that point I never really had much of in my life.
And seeing how much I'd earnt. Tonight four hours of work had paid as well as my day job, there was a real chance I could make a go of this. I'd never have to go back to that office, and I could spend all my time having incredible climaxes like that every day, what was not to like?
I soaped myself and luxuriated at the feel of my skin, being hairless really was an enjoyable sensation. Although I could feel the regrowth coming through, so reaching for the removal cream I reapplied it and waited before washing it off. As I stepped out he shower and dried myself off my skin felt a little dry. Remembering back to my ex's night bag, there were a few bottles and things at the bottom that id looked past when I rummage through it.
Going back to the bag I emptied it out on the sofa, and sure enough there was a small selection of makeup. A few shads of lipstick, foundation, a little compact with 8 shades of blusher, some mascara and bingo, a little tube of moisturiser. It was only meant for hands, but with my body now slightly itchy all over it would have to do. I squirted the cool cream into my hands and spread it all up my legs and body, down my arms and everywhere I could reach.
Well not quite everywhere, I squeezed the last out of the tube and spread it on my ass, making sure to get everywhere I had put the hair remover on. Realising I needed to do my dick as well I saved a little and applied it to my cock and balls. By now they had shrunk back to their usual dormant state. Which for me was always very underwhelming. As I've said before, I'm a grower, but whenever I cum really hard it seems to shrivel back to a particularly small size and today was no exception.
With just a 1.5inch nub sticking out and my smooth balls hanging tightly below a completely hairless pubic mound, it really didn't look like a dick. Maybe Biggie was right, and I really should call it a clit. The thought lingered a little and I went to my boxers draw and pulled a pair out. With my newly moisturised smooth legs they felt so very rough as I drew them up my legs the thought of the other panties and things in the overnight bag came to mind.
I pulled the boxers off and tossed them back in the draw, on the sofa were 3 sets to choose from. All quite girly with either hearts or bows on them, but the most comfortable looking ones were black and a soft cotton with only a small number of frills. I stepped into them and pulled them up. As I settled into them I luxuriated at how the soft material felt against my sensitive skin. Way better than the boxers, they were perhaps a bit sung, but it actually felt quite nice having my cock and balls supported and the way they encased my ass wasn't so bad either.
I walked over to the mirror to look at myself. They fit great and I didn't look totally stupid in them. I wondered what the bra would fit like and without thinking grabbed it and stepped back to the mirror to watch myself put it on. Settling it into position I smiled with pride, it fit great and was very comfortable, much more so than the lacy bra and thong I had worn for the show.
I turned left to right and stuck out my butt a little, I laughed at the thought, but my body wasn't that bad for a girl, certainly no worse than my previous girlfriends. With a feeling of pride I walked back to the sofa and the other items. There was a silky feeling top and picking it up I realised it was one of her nighties. It was quite short and I remembered her wearing it the last time, with a smile I slipped it over my head.
Stepping back in-front of the mirror I was quite taken by the reflection. Breathing in and striking as feminine pose as I could, it really wasn't bad, ok the small bulge in the front of my panties was out of place, and the bra cups could do with a little padding. But my body was really quite acceptable. My face was still too boyish and my still damp hair wasn't going to cut it either. But there were those bits of makeup I thought to myself, maybe it's worth a try.
That would have to wait though, my exertions catching up with me and tiredness filling my eyes. I stripped the top over from the bed and threw it in the corner, cleaning that mess could wait till the morning. Pulling back the covers I slid in, my newly smooth skin and the night ware felt so very comfortable I didn't even consider taking them off. Once again, as my head hit the pillow, by eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep. What would the next day bring?
Slowly stirring from my sleep, I stretched under the covers and a pleasant sensation spread across my torso, remembering what I was wearing when I went to bed I smiled at the caress of the fabric on my skin. It was a strangely comforting feeling, the pressure from the bra, panties and nightie felt like being held gently. Peeling off the duvet I stepped into the room and was greeted by the mess from the night before.
The lingerie I'd been wearing lay strewn on the floor, it was heavily soiled and would absolutely need to be cleaned, along with all the other things I had cum all over. I picked them up and stuffed them in the wash. Before going to the bathroom and catching my reflection in the mirror. If I couldn't get the negligée clean from last night I would definitely need to try adding some makeup as although this bra and panties were comfortable, they were no way as sexy and with the outside world starting to come out of lockdown it was only a matter of time before I'd find out if there was still a job for me, I was going to have to up my game.
For the rest of the day I Just relaxed and caught up with the TV shows and news. And sometime late in the afternoon the washing machine clicked as the load finished its drying cycle. I pulled out all the now clean items hoping that I could use them in time for tonight's show. But I was dismayed when the bra came out all crinkled, misshapen and worst of all a dull grey colour, the thong too had suffered a similar fate. I must have put it on the wrong temperature and they were now completely ruined. With no fallback set to put on, the only way I could redeem this is to make myself look better, that makeup would have to do.
The lipstick was easy enough, even the eyeliner and mascara, but the contouring and eye shading turned out to be way trickier than I ever imagined. I didn't look good at all, and realising I didn't have much time before the next show, I wiped it all off, and just went for some simple lipstick and blusher.
Combined with the not exactly racy bra and panties I had on, the show was difficult to get into, I explained to everyone that I'd destroyed my favourite lingerie set and was inundated with recommendations for things to buy. And less than an hour later I had filled an online order for almost £100 worth of different items, as I was about to complete the checkout a special offer popped up for a Basque/corset and stocking set, the girl in the advert looked amazing, and it was so cheap. The added bonus that it would take me over the £100 and I would qualify for free shipping, so I added it in and paid the total. It was only when I got the confirmation email that I realised I should have paid for express delivery, it was going to be another week before they arrived.
I tried to resume the show, but the room had gone a little quiet. I had worked myself up a bit looking at all the sexy clothes, and even if nobody was going to give me any tokens tonight I still needed to sort myself out. I searched for my favourite cam model and a short time later found her streaming. She was a gorgeous as ever, already teasing her wet pussy with a fairly large dildo, I wrapped my hand around my cock and began to idly stroke. As I watched her I became distracted by the thoughts of how she did her makeup? how did the things I bought compare to what she was wearing?
Despite being horny I had somewhat gone off the idea. That girl looked so hot, her big eye lashes, plump lips, styled and dyed hair and the makeup all done to perfection, even the way she moved, how was I going to compete with that? I clicked back to my stream and saw how little I'd earnt that show, depressed I realised there was no point continuing.
I made my apologies and closed down the chat, for the next 3 hours I watched one makeup tutorial on YouTube after another, practicing and cleaning with the limited selection I had, even plucking a few stray eyebrows, nothing to serious, but I needed every little bit of help I could get. Eventually looking back at me in the mirror was a much more feminine version of myself, I didn't look like a guy in drag, and would consider it almost passable, my lips were not quite full enough and my lashes even with mascara not long enough. But I had managed to style my hair that made it look a lot less boyish and it was certainly a step in the right direction.
Realising it was now in the early hours, I decided to call it a night and went to bed. Woken by the sunlight pouring in through the curtains, I stretched once again enjoying the clothes I'dbeen wearing the previous day. However today, I needed to go to the shops to buy some food as I had nothing to eat for breakfast, the cupboards had been running on empty for days. Getting out of bed I stripped off the nightie, bra and panties, if felt slightly strange not to have their tightness on my skin. Pulling some boxers, jeans and a t-shirt out I threw them on and grabbed a mask before heading out.
On the street it felt very unusual to be out. I hadn't really left the flat in weeks, but the fresh air even through a mask felt nice. There weren't that many people around, I guess most of them were still staying home and I hardly passed anyone on the short walk to the local corner shop. As I approached, a guy coming out saw me and held the door open waiting for me to go in, I could only see his eyes over the mask and they moved up and down looking at me, before they wrinkled in what I could only presume was a smile, I said thankyou before clearing my throat, my voice had come out in the same that I'd been using on cam, so a little higher and softer than usual and he replied 'you're very welcome'.
It was a bit odd I thought, and as he walked through the door he looked back over his shoulder and raised his eyebrows. I guess he wasn't used to seeing that many people out? I picked up a basket and grabbed some essentials before taking them to the checkout. When I had been to this shop before the cashier had always been a friendly enough man, but today he seemed very chatty, we exchanged pleasantries which is unusual for London as most people keep themselves to themselves. I was a bit distracted by it all and handed over a £20 note turning to leave, as I got to the door I was slightly startled by him shouting "do you not want your change miss?", realising I was due a few pounds back I walked back over before he gave me the coins.
Leaving the shop it dawned on me he just called me miss, why had he done that? I was in my regular clothes. Talking of which, when carrying the two heavy bags it became all the more apparent that my nipple play over the last weeks had caused them to be a bit sore on the rough fabric of the t-shirt. I lamented the fact I'd taken the bra off as that probably would have helped, even the rest of my clothes felt a little less comfortable than I remembered.
As I arrived home I closed the door and placed the shopping down on the floor, removing my mask I noticed a pink stain on the inside of it, and suddenly it dawned on me I had not removed the makeup. Stepping into the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror was a tomboy. I lifted the mask to my face and then I realised just how feminine I looked, the mascara and simple eye makeup I'd put on the previous night, combined with how my hair was now sitting really did make me look like a girl. I laughed to myself as my eyes scanned down at the very un girly clothes I had on. No wonder that guy holding the door open had given me a funny look as he left and the cashier calling me miss all made sense.
It was strangely reassuring that I had been able to pass when out, OK the mask had clearly helped as my face was mostly covered, but I dare say had I kept the bra and panties on, and worn some slightly tighter fitting clothes no one would have noticed. And as the t-shirt and jeans were not that comfortable anyway, so if I did dress a bit more femininely the added bonus would be that I could then practice a more female movement when I was out, even the voice, which would only help when it being on cam. Wearing the mask would mean no one would recognise me even if I did meet someone I knew (not that there was much chance). I couldn't have shows like I had last night, I'd never survive if I lost my job.
Getting ready for tonight's show, I took even more care of my makeup and hair, and was actually looking forward to putting the bra and panties back on, they weirdly felt more comfortable, I guess knowing that my viewers would approve. There was some nail polish that I had been resisting putting on as I didn't want to have anything too hard to remove, but since I could go out and pretty much be anonymous I decided it couldn't hurt and if anything would help push my appearance to the next level.
I applied it to my fingernails and toes, it was a matching shade to the crimson lipstick that I also had, so at least they would go together. Waiting for them to dry, I walked over to the big mirror to check myself out. I was very satisfied with my reflection, OK so this negligée wasn't as sexy as the ruined one, but with the extra effort I'd gone to it was a big improvement on last night. I struck a few poses, practiced walking up and down swaying my hips as best I could, even trying to adjust my voice to me soft and sultry. I was working myself up, and even though I wasn't hard, I had developed quite a wet patch on the front of my nickers.
Feeling much more confident, the show goes really well, everybody compliments me on the makeup, despite the slightly less sexy outfit the tokens gradually come in. I take a great deal of pleasure teasing them, there are a few commands with tokens attached, and I gladly carry them out. A little spanking, plenty of cock flashing and bouncing, someone even tries to get me to twerk which my attempt is laughable. Given my previous shows there is no surprise when the requests come in for some light anal play. Like before I use my copious amounts of precum as lube and really relish the feeling of running my fingers around my hole, It is so easy to get carried away, and I find myself really getting into it, my moans are genuine even if I am trying to make them sound more feminine, it pushes me right to the edge, but remembering that I cannot ruin any more clothes before the new ones arrive I step up close to the camera, stroking my cock hard and fast, once again the sound of the pings is acting as a turn on, I can feel my balls tighten and seeing the girl version of myself on screen pushes me over the edge and I shot several big thick ropes of cum into my waiting hand.
Not cumming the day before meant it was quite the load and as I clean up the cum from my hands and sit back on my chair, I feel a great sense of release and pride. Enjoying the post orgasm wave, the compliments pop up on screen. It is a strange sense of reward knowing you are pleasing other people, and even stranger to think some of them will have cum with me. The total for tonight was reasonable, way better than last night but still far short of where I needed to be, but progress is progress and I can always improve.
The next day I was woken by the doorbell ringing, climbing out of bed and realising that I was wearing the silk nightie and bra I rummaged for something I could quickly throw on. Pulling out an oversized t-shirt that someone had bought me in the wrong size, I put it on and the doorbell rang again more insistently, I wouldn't have time to dig out any trousers or shorts before the postman left so I ran to the door. Fortunately the long t-shirt covered just enough of me, and hid the lacy undergarments I had on. But I could tell by the look on the guys face it was showing more than it should. I blushed as he handed me two packages and cursed myself for all but flashing him.
Taking the parcels inside the first one looked like a small book or DVD, it had no obvious markings on or notes from the sender. The second however, had a little note at the bottom of the delivery slip 'From Biggie, do not open until Friday's show, for all to see'. My curiosity piqued, the package wasn't too big, maybe the size of a small shoebox. It couldn't be shoes, as they wouldn't be big enough for my feet. It wasn't overly heavy, yet one side of the box had a distinct weight to it and I couldn't get any hints from giving it a shake. I put it to the side of my desk and returned my attention to the other package.
Opening it, confirmed that it was a DVD. A fitness DVD to be exact, and inside there was a little note 'I've used this DVD myself, and found it supremely helpful not just from a fitness point of view, but it really boosted my flexibility, I hope it does for you too ;) - from a long standing admirer". Well that was unusual to say the least, but with the way shows had been going recently, anything that could give me an edge and improve the number of tokens would be a bonus.
With all day to spend preparing for the show, I decided to give it a go and put the disc into the PlayStation. It opened straight into the menu with a picture of the host looking incredibly shapely in a tight fitting fitness outfit. I realised I didn't really have anything suitable to wear, I definitely couldn't do it wearing this baggy t-shirt with the bra and panties underneath. I stripped off and found some shorts and a regular t-shirt and hit the start button.
The introduction was long and a bit boring, but as she described the upcoming exercises, she emphasised that following these routines would build excellent core strength, really enhance your womanly curves and increase your all round flexibility. She promised that by the end of the DVD, if you followed all the steps, you would be left with enhanced shape and flexibility to match, dropping into the splits with ease as if to prove the point. And if I was honest, if I looked even half as good as she did, my earnings would go through the roof.
The first session was very basic, mainly warmup and stretches, but it didn't take long for the roughness of my top to irritate my nipples. I really did need to start taking better care of them, all the nipple play in my shows was making them constantly sore. I reached over to the last of my ex's bras, it was a very plain white padded item, and would be of no use for the show, but totally fine for this. It slipped on easily and with the t-shirt back on, it even gave the almost realistic impression that I had breasts. However it solved my chafing problem and I could return to the DVD.
45 minutes later and I had worked up quite a sweat, it highlighted how inappropriate my clothing was for this task and as the session finished I resolved that I would probably need to buy something that would be more suitable. Walking to the bathroom and seeing my reflection, I had the appearance of a girl who'd just finished a gym session, a slight shine of sweat on my face, hairless arms and smooth legs. The bra really did accentuate a bust that wasn't there. And if I pinched the back of the t-shirt together pulling it in at the waist the silhouette was quite pleasing. Peeling off my clothes I jumped in the shower, the feeling of the warm water running over my hairless body was still a novelty, and it made everything tingle a little. Soaping up, I made sure I was cleaned everywhere even lingering on my hole a little, it really was a pleasant sensation and in no time I felt myself become hard. Catching myself, I realised I needed to save it for the show. I still had tonight's to do before I could open Biggies parcel, what was I going to find in there?
Stepping out of the shower and drying off, I styled my hair as best I could, and set to applying makeup. The base came much easier than it had in previous days, I was even able to blend in the eye shadow and blusher better. Although I had some time till the show, I added mascara and the bright red lipstick, pouting to myself in the mirror. I was getting much improved at this, it was taking less time and the results vastly enhanced over the previous attempts.
That evening I gave the show my all, with my new makeup looking great, and the confidence built from my trip out the day before, I tried really hard to extenuate my features, bending and pushing my ass out at every opportunity, exaggerating my girl voice. I had been horny since the shower and took real pleasure in teasing a stringing out my release, the tokens pinged in. Biggie made an appearance, but only to instruct me to not open the parcel until tomorrow, and try to save myself a bit. I still didn't have as many tokens as I wanted for tonight's show, but it was getting late and I just wanted to get myself off.
Laying on my side with my leg raised, I once again pushed my cock down between my legs, using my precum to lubricate my fingers, I turned my attention to my ass. It really did feel incredible to circle it, and probe lightly. I didn't need to put my fingers inside, the sensations I received were enough to take me close to orgasm. Pinching and squeezing my nipples with my spare hand, my moaning was no longer an exaggeration, I loved this position and could feel that inevitable build of pressure inside my balls. I reached down and pulled my cock down further to make sure I didn't shoot on myself, I needed to look after my remaining clothes. The extra pressure on my dick as I pulled it down pushed me further and a single stroke was all it took for me to shoot stream after stream over the bedsheets. I whimpered and moaned as the pulses fired through my body, slowing coming down from my orgasmic height.
I cleaned up a little and thanked my fans, tonight's total had been ok, still short of what I needed, but I was more than satisfied. Mainly as I had given myself an amazing climax, and actually really enjoyed the whole show. I felt so much more in control of it and pleased with my performance. But I needed to get myself to bed, and spend tomorrow prepping. If it was going to be like the previous time Biggie had commanded a show, I was not only in for a treat in so much as getting myself off, but the financial reward would be great too, and after the week I had, it was essential I boosted my earnings.
I woke up in the morning nervous about what tonight's show would bring. The parcel still sitting on my desk only served to increase the anticipation, what was in it? What was I going to have to do? And more importantly would today be the payday I needed to bring up my tokens for this week? There was a lot riding on the contents of that package, and with my employment prospects not looking great I desperately needed to make it work.
With time to kill and lots of nervous energy to burn I switched on the PlayStation and started up the fitness DVD. Getting dressed like before with the plain padded bra and panties, with a t-shirt over the top, this session was much like the last, lots of yoga stretches, but the further on it went, there were rounds of squats, lunges, side leg raises and crunches. I was getting hot and sweaty, my hair was getting in my face, so I stripped off the t-shirt and pulled my hair up into a ponytail. Resuming the session I felt much more comfortable, the panties were snug and well-fitting and the tightness of the bra felt very supportive and it felt strangely pleasant with an occasional swish of my hair on my shoulders.
The session finished and I was out of breath and sweaty. My legs and buttocks burned from the exercises and I felt a satisfying rush of endorphins, at the very least the DVD was going to get me in shape a little and after months of languishing in my apartment during lockdown it would do me the world of good, maybe once the weather improved I could take up running again.
In the afternoon I just tried to relax. I practiced a little more with the makeup, trying out a few different looks, I was really starting to get the hang of it, even if the selection I was working from was a bit limited. As time ticked on I became more and more nervous about the parcel, I distracted myself by doing the best job I could with my hair, perfecting the makeup and dressing in my bra panties and silky nightie, I was all set for my most important show to date.
As my viewers slowly trickled in, I received so many complements on my makeup, even for the not so special outfit, I guess all my efforts were paying off and I was starting to present myself well. Eventually my number on fan Biggie logged in, my stomach fluttered at the thought of finally finding out what was in the parcel and what was in store.
He asked me to open the package and show everyone the contents, inside there were 3 very nicely wrapped items and a small box. Opening the wrapping revealed a very lacey, silky soft set of white lingerie. I wasn't exactly sure what you would call it, but the top half was a very skimpy delicate bra with extra fabric below, there was no padding and it was clearly made for someone with very small breasts. The panties were in a matching lace, and quite wide over the hips and back, the strap then went underneath was split in two which I guessed would make it crotchless. The third item contained a pair of incredibly silky stockings with an attached suspender belt, all matching the bra and nickers.
My heart was pumping fast and hard, holding the items up to my body, the tokens pinged in. Biggie instructed me to go and get changed before I opened the remaining small box. I stood on slightly shaky legs and went to the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes being careful to not mess my hair or makeup.
Looking at myself in the mirror as I stepped into the new lingerie, was a fascinating sight. I fastened the clasps on the bra and adjusted it into position, before stepping into the panties. The feeling of them sliding up my legs was exquisite, they must have been expensive I thought to myself. Settling them over my hips, and trying to tuck in my now semi hard member, I twisted to get a view of my back. The shape of the panties really enhanced my ass and smoothing them down I was really happy with how it looked.
Next came the suspender belt and stockings, they were tricky to step into, and after almost losing my balance I had pulled them all the way up. Making some slight adjustments to the position, and fixing the straps so that they kept the right tension, I now looked down at myself and saw a very sexy pair of legs attached to my body. Looking at myself in the full length mirror if it wasn't for the very flat chest and very unfeminine bulge in my nickers I would make a very respectable girl. Twisting to pose, standing with my legs crossed slightly and a hand on my hip I smiled. I had nailed this, I looked great and I felt confident that Biggie would approve and hopefully everyone else too, it barely even registered that my half hard cock had begun to leak without me even touching it.
I strode back into my bedroom, making extra effort to sway my hips and be as seductive as possible, I was met with rapturous praise, a flurry of tokens and a reasonably large one from Biggie. We chatted for a while about how it felt and looked, I'd almost forgotten about the remaining box until I was prompted.
With trembling hands I lifted it up and prized open the packet. Inside there was a small velvet bag, it felt heavier than it should for something this size, and it was hard. I pulled on the strings and my mouth dropped as I tipped it into my hand. There in my palm was a small, weighty, polished metal butt plug with a pink jewel on one end.
I stammered, not knowing what to say. Passing it between my hands and examining it from all angles. I knew what it was, and where it should go, but I wasn't sure if I was prepared to go that far yet. It measured around three inches in length and the cone shaped tip maybe an inch across at the widest point before tapering down to a slim bar at the jewelled end.
Looking back at the screen I could see a deluge of messages begging me to put it in. the highlighted comment from Biggie read 'I am positive you will enjoy this present, if put it in, I'll give you 500 tokens, if you play with it while it's in I'll give you 1000 and if you can cum with it, without touching yourself I'll give you 3000.
I was gobsmacked, not only would that put my total way up there, it would mean with everyone else's contributions I'd make way more than my job today. And that didn't include all the other donations from anyone else. If I took this step would it be too far? As of today I had avoided going inside my ass, it felt like an unwritten boundary that I'd placed on myself. But on the other hand if I wanted to grow my cam viewers and generate a proper income from it, I would have to do this.
Steeling myself, I said 'OK'. Pings of tokens came back as a response, with demands from everyone as to what I should do with it. It felt too cold in my hands and I would need to warm it up, someone said I should suck it and I automatically responded with a price. If I was going to do this, they were going to pay. My moderator set up some boundaries and token targets and in no time the first one was met. I brought to plug to my nose and smelt it, there was no odour, I brushed it against my lips and it felt so smooth and cold. I opened my mouth and slowly slid out my tongue to lick it. There was only a slight metallic taste which you would expect, and as I extended my tongue further I opened my mouth and slid it past my lips.
It felt heavy, weighty and solid, and gradually warmed up as I passed my tongue over it, swishing it around my mouth. On screen I played up to it as much as I could, sneaking out moans and smiling to the camera. Looking at myself it was quite the sight, from that angle you couldn't really make out the tent in my panties and it was only when I dropped a hand to my dick that I realised how much I had leaked. This was really getting me going and now I was wondering what it would feel against my hole.
It was time, I wanted to feel what it would be like, I was indescribably horny. Spurred on by the chat and the next target, I moved to the bed, bending over and giving everyone a view of my ass. Pulling my panties to one side and using my precum to coat the plug I bring it gingerly to my hole. I gasped as it made contact, despite my warming it still felt a little cold, but the lubrication and smooth metal feel amazing. It was only then that I realise the first target had been met and that I'd jumped the gun a little. Resolving to be more patient I resist the urge to carry on and continue circling my hole.
The feedback on screen, the constant pings of tokens and the sensations being elicited from my ass were divine. I start to beg the chat to donate more so I can reach my target, I really wanted to know what it would feel like inside if it felt this good on the outside. After only a few minutes a loud ring sounded out, someone had dropped a large number of tokens and it wasn't Biggie. It took me over the target and now I had to live up to my promise.
I re-lubed the plug with my precum, circled my waiting hole a few times before finding the centre and applying some pressure, I could feel my ring give and the smooth metal tip start to enter. I was somewhat surprised that there was no discomfort, and I pushed a little harder. With maybe the first centimetre in, I started to feel more resistance and realised I was holding my breath and tensing up. Forcing myself to relax I released the air in my lungs, and it came out of my mouth as an elongated moan, without easing up on the plug every movement sent it a little deeper and further inside me.
I glanced at the computer, there on screen lay a sexily dressed girl on her knees, with her hand pushing a small butt plug into her ass. It was so abstract I barely recognised it as myself, but the duality of seeing something so hot, and feeling the sensations made me quiver. My cock began to rise and jolt with every millimetre the plug slid it further. I must have made it to the widest part as is slid in with less force from my hand, and eventually pulled itself into my ass. As it did I felt the weight and coolness of it inside me pressing on something that caused my rock hard dick to jerk involuntarily. I moved my hand back to help hold me up, I was feeling lightheaded and the plug was pressing on something inside me that made everything tingle.
I wasn't having an orgasm, but by cock was moving of its own accord. My ass seemed to be clenching and squeezing too, I couldn't help but groan as these sensations washed over me. My world seemed a little dull and quiet, all that existed was the feeling inside me and the desire to sway my hips and explore the movements it generated. I looked down between my legs, and hanging from my dick was a long line of clear pre cum, I reached my hand down to stroke myself before remembering Biggie's request and the reward that was attached to it.
I managed to compose myself enough to turn and face the camera. I was a hot mess, and found it hard to focus through the pleasure that flowed through me with every movement. I had expected it to be painful, and while there was a moment of discomfort, right now, it felt sublime and I had never been so turned on.
With my ragged breathing somewhat under control I breathlessly asked what the chat would like me to do now, even if all I could think of was grabbing my dripping cock and stroking it hard. Tokens pinged in and I realised I still needed to put on a show, composing myself further I was able to stand up and show them how it fit, and how wet and hard it had made me.
Biggie reiterated that all I had to do was cum without touching my dick and he would pay, a chorus of other viewers chimed the same. I had already a very good total, if they followed through this would be another personal best and would rectify the weeks slow takings.
I thought back to the time I came with my prick stuffed between my legs, although really I was still touching it so that wouldn't count, I shifted nervously and a sudden jolt of pleasure emanated from the plug. 'Fuuuuuck that feels good' I moaned out and I once again circled my hips to try and repeat it. I couldn't quite get it but it lit the fire that I realised needed to be fanned to reach my goal.
Laying back on the bed, on my side with my right leg raised, I reached down and placed my finger and thumb on the plug. Instantly my cock lurched as it moved inside me, 'ooooh yessss' I hissed as I applied more pressure and pushed it in a circular motion. There was no playing up to the camera this time, I was purely chasing the pleasure and this felt amazing.
Making sure the camera had a good view, I progressed into a rhythm of clockwise movements on the jewel of the plug, my left hand had pulled my bra down a little and I was furiously pulling and teasing my nipples. I could feel it building, that inevitable pressure from my balls, I could even see in the monitor that they had tightened up ready to release, but try as I might I couldn't seem to push myself over the edge. Both my hands working faster, desperate to reach a climax which wouldn't quite come.
I was getting frustrated, I was so close 'I just want to cum' I moaned, I so wanted to grab my throbbing dick and finish myself off, but I had to stick to their request, I'd done so much I couldn't waste the opportunity now. I needed more stimulation and the only thing I could think of was to pull the plug out and push it back in. Grasping the jewel I tugged, groaning as I felt my ring expand, I pulled until I felt it slide out but before thrusting it back in.
Once again as it found its resting place I felt that spark of pleasure, I opened my mouth to speak but only a lust laden 'OOOooooohhhh' escaped. In no time my shaking hand grabbed the plug and pulled it out, shoving it back in to try and hit that mark. I was rewarded with another jolt and I wasted no time repeating the same movement.
In and out I pistoned the plug, each time I could feel it, that special tingle inside me taking me closer to my goal. The show no longer mattered, I was purely focussed on the pleasure and it was becoming overwhelming. My eyes had been closed and I peeled them open to take in the scene. I couldn't see the plug going in and out but I sure as hell could feel it, there was so much precum leaking from my rock hard cock that my lingerie was soaked as well as the bed sheets. Glancing at the computer I could see the yellow boxes in the chat as people had given me tokens, yet I hadn't heard anything over the constant stream of my moans with every breath and every thrust of the plug.
I modified my movements and, as I pushed the plug in I circled it round, extending the spike of pleasure from within my ass. I could feel that point of no return approaching, my body getting tight, my ass thrusting back to meet the plug, the jolts of ecstasy running from my hardened nipples to my dick. Everything began to slow down and a white heat exploded deep inside me. With my eyes wide I saw my cock spasm and a huge jet of cum erupted from its head, followed by another and another. A wail of release echoed around my room as each shockwave centring from that sensitive spot inside my ass flowed out.
The wave of orgasms crashed over me, my hands unable to keep going, but ripples and aftershocks causing me to shudder and shake. For a moment everything went dark except for the pulses of pleasure causing through my body.
Once my consciousness resumed, I slowly took in what had happened. A massive chime rang out from the computer and I could see Biggie had followed through with his payment, along with so many other people. I just lay there in awe of what had happened, my body was still occasionally twitching, all the orgasms I've ever had didn't come close to that, I had never cum so much or so hard in all my life.
There was jizz everywhere, all over my stomach and chest, the bed and even a little on my face. Still flushed and very weak I managed to sit up, the plug in my ass suddenly making me squeal. I laughed covering my mouth, it was so unexpected, despite me knowing full well it was still in there. I thanked all my fans, blowing a kiss to the high tippers especially Biggie.
I closed the chat but couldn't move, I was weak and drained, but there was no way I could go to bed like this. So I staggered over to the shower, the plug still occasionally nudging its prize with each step, trembles running up my spine each time. I made it into the shower and pealed off my soaked lingerie, I would have to take extra care of that when I cleaned it I thought as I stepped into the cascading hot water.
Soaping my body and washing all the cum from me, I realised I was going to have to remove the plug, there was no way I could sleep with that in there. I reached round and pulled on it, gasping as it popped out. I smiled to myself, I had done it, with today's total contributing to the week I made a massive step to matching my regular salary and a huge sense of pride and relief came over me. I cleaned the plug and set it to the side while I finished up.
Placing my heavily soiled new lingerie in a bowl with some soapy water to soak overnight, I dressed myself back in that simple bra, panty and nightie set. I felt incredibly content, I had no need to wear these but they just made me feel so good. My cam girl persona had become so much of me and I didn't really mind. If camming for a living meant I got to orgasm like that every once in a while it was a price worth paying. Although in the back of my mind I was still aware that without my high rollers I would be way off the earnings I needed. I was far from secure, so I just needed to carry on and build my following further. With those thoughts I drifted off to sleep exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.
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