Chapter 6.2
The timer ticked over and I resumed my non private show. Of course my fans wanted to see me try to lick myself and I showed that how far I was away, but promised I would keep trying especially if someone threw some tokens my way. I was by now very worked up and quite desperate to make myself cum. I sat on the edge of the bed, and assumed a new favourite position of grinding my ass with the plug inside on the bed, while my hand stroked my cock and teased and pulled my nipples.
It didn’t take long for my balls to start to tighten, my cock begin to harden as it swelled ready to release its load. I pulled extra hard on my nipple and with the grinding of the butt plug mashing that perfect spot inside me I came string after string of cum into my hand. Before my afterglow had even begun to fade I was once again requested to eat my load. I dipped a finger and tasted it as I had done the day before. the smoothie I drank that morning had already had an effect as it was slightly better tasting, less bitter and a little sweeter. I went for a second tasted followed by a third. Each time I was rewarded with a rush of tokens, and the taste was really not that bad. If I kept drinking the smoothly and took the supplements when they arrived I don’t think I would mind it so much, especially if each time I got a boost in tokens like I’d just had.
I signed off and once again cleaned myself up. In the bathroom I found a dribble of cum on my leg that much have shot past my hand and I scooped it up bringing it to my mouth. I slid it in and tried to dissect the taste and texture. I couldn’t say that I would want more, but a little bit like that was perfectly fine. Showering and cleaning I got ready for bed in my new nightie and slept peacefully.
Awaking with the sunlight beaming in though the curtains, I was greeted with another ridged morning wood. Ignoring it, I made myself a juiced fruit concoction and waited for my cock to calm down. I dressed in my sports bra and leggings, completed a basic warmup exercise and stretch following the DVD to make sure I wouldn’t pull anything again and set off out for another run in the park.
It was a lovely morning, the sun felt great on my skin and my ponytail swishing across my shoulders. I felt unbelievably energised, my legs felt fresh and I decided to keep doing loops of the park until I felt tired. I must have done 4 or 5 circuits before I felt a little discomfort. Once again pausing by the same bench I had done the other day. Catching my breath and casually stretching my legs against the bench to prevent them stiffening up I heard a familiar voice in the distance.
I looked up to see Marc bounding towards me saying hello, “fancy seeing you here” he said, to which I responded that it was my local park, where else would I go running, I wasn’t cold deliberately but something about him always made me feel a bit defensive. I guess he was the type of guy that would have made my live a misery at school, so it was odd to be on the receiving end of his pleasantness.
He asked how my leg was and I said that it was fine, even stretching it out to show him that I had a good range of motion. It was only as I drew myself back up to standing that I realised I’d just given him a very good show of my ass. His now familiar goofy expression confirming that he had copped an eyeful. And rather than shy away as I had done the other day, I felt compelled to make him squirm some more.
I turned round giving him a direct view of my ass and made another stretch, loosely explaining how I had managed to stretch out the cramp from the other day, and how my core strength from doing yoga was really helping it all. It was all nonsense but he wasn’t listening anyway, his eyes firmly glued on my body. It should have made me feel uncomfortable, but instead being able to turn this guy to jelly filled me with confidence. I even asked him what exercise I should do to make my ass bigger to which his eyes practically popped from his head.
He stammered a response, but was seriously struggling to put a coherent sentence together, it was then that I realised his jogging shorts were sporting a modest tent and he shifted his position to try and hide it. I grinned in victory, I couldn’t believe that I had this power over a guy like that. The old me would have been so intimidated but this only served to boost my ego even more.
I made my excuses and set off jogging again, I looked back over my shoulder after a few paces and he still looked as flustered, taking a seat on the bench to hide his now very obvious erection, the whole encounter was strangely thrilling, and I had a buzz of energy the whole way home.
Back in my flat, I took note of the pace I’d managed on my run, a personal best including the break I had while I embarrassed Marc. I stripped and stepped into the shower. Despite being very sweaty my hair still looked good so I carefully wrapped it on my head to keep it from getting wet. The hot water felt amazing, and I took the buttplug from the side and slipped it in, after all I deserved a reward for the effort I’d just exerted. Soaping up my body, my nipples immediately hardened to the touch and my cock sprang to life. The horniness I woke up with had never really gone away, and the encounter in the park only served to exacerbate that.
It suddenly dawned on me that what I did to Marc was not really different to what I did on my cam shows every day. Yes it was not the same to do it in person, but the feeling of power and influence was intoxicating, the thought of me, my body and my actions being so influential over how someone feels was incredibly empowering. As a guy I never had that kind of gravitas. Yet now I had sometimes hundreds of people watching me and getting off to me.
As I ran my hands over my body a thought of Marc came back into my mind. What if he had been like my viewers, what if I had turned him on so much that he had to rush home and sort himself out. The thought sent a tingle up my spine, had I really become so able to do that to someone? How far could I have pushed it in the park before I was standing in front of me with a full blown hard cock? The thought made me laugh out loud but at the same time my body responded.
I would usually stop myself at this point and save it for the show, but I was just too damn horny. Visions filled my mind of all my viewers sitting in their homes watching me, and what effect I was having on them. There was the occasional female viewer to my broadcast but most of them were male, how many were stroking themselves to me? Was Marc stroking himself to me now? My own hand was now rubbing up and down my shaft, the whole thing was just such a massive turn on, to be sexually desirable seemed to give me a feedback loop where it made me even more horny. I couldn’t shake the image of all my viewers hard and stroking themselves looking at me.
My hand now a blur, my ass was flexing and clamping down on the plug as I rolled my hips, my spare hand playing with my nipples. The hot water cascading down my smooth body enhancing each pull and stroke of my rock hard cock, before I could comprehend the visions in my mind my dick began to swell and immediately start to shoot load after load into the shower cubicle. It felt so liberating not having to be careful where I came, my orgasm seemed to keep building as my ass contracted and squeezed the plug deep inside. I lost count of the number of times I came, my whole body was taken over by an incredible climax.
Most of my cum sat in the shower tray but a little string was still attached to my hand, I brought it to my mouth curious to see if another day of drinking the fruit concoction had changed the flavour, as it passed my lips and my tongue slid out to scoop it off I was pleasantly surprised to find it sweeter for sure. It was now quite palatable, this was perhaps the most I’d tried in one go and there was less and less to dislike about it.
I cursed myself that I had got carried away in the moment and wasted a big load that I should have saved for my show. But I really needed that, I had been so pent up I probably would have even lasted very long in my show without releasing some pressure, maybe the supplements would arrive today and that would give me some backup.
I stepped from the shower, legs still shaky from the orgasm and probably a little from the run too. I dried off and looked at myself in the mirror, I had a full body glow of someone who just got laid, I should have felt a little ashamed at what I’d thought while making myself cum, but any time I thought about it, I felt pride that I was able to have so much influence on someone else.
Another lazy day followed before prepping for the nights show. Another new outfit, and my now well practiced make up and I was ready. Having already sorted myself out in the morning I didn’t have the same drive to get off on the show. But I recounted the meeting with Marc in the park which when down really well, everyone was quick to jump to the same conclusion as me, and it did spur on some donations as I clearly became aroused telling the story again.
I showed them the same poses I had done in-front of him, and asked what I should do if I meet him again. There were some very wide ranging responses, the most extreme being I should get him back here and broadcast a show with him. Which I really didn’t like the idea of, it was one thing to do this virtually, to think what effect I might have on someone, but I wasn’t so sure about ever physically doing it. Besides he thinks I’m a girl and probably wouldn’t be too happy knowing a guy was making him feel like that.
It did however spur on plenty of tokens, and people asked me to call out his name as I played with myself. I had to admit this felt a bit uncomfortable, but they kept paying and I couldn’t deny their requests when the money landed on my page. They wanted me to kneel doggy style and slide the plug in and out as I stroked my cock and once I began I didn’t care so much about anything else.
This was a firm favourite position as it hit all the important parts. In no time I was thrusting the plug in and all the way out of my ass, my hand slick with precum was pumping harder and faster as I moaned “fuck me Marc, fuck me”. I was approaching the point of no return, but it just seemed that bit too far, maybe cumming that morning was a mistake.
I focused more on the plug, on hitting that spot inside my hole, I zoned out of the chat, the pings sounding from somewhere off in the distance, I just needed to cum now, to feel that release. I ground the plug in circles, each rotation crashing into my prostate, my hand on my cock a blur of pumping. Finally I felt that rising sensation, the cum moving from my balls to the base of my cock. I stroked my dick harder, ground the plug faster and felt my orgasm rise quicker. It crashed over me in a giant splash, cum jetting from my cock as wave after wave flowed over me.
My climax consumed my senses, the sound of my own heartbeat filled my ears as I moaned and groans through each spasm. Eventually I couldn’t hold myself up and I collapsed on the bed. It took some time for me to gather my strength and roll over to face the camera. I smiled at the camera as I noted how much I’d just earnt. For a mid-week show this was by far my best, my body was slick with sweat and cum, I’d somehow managed to shoot it right up to my chest, and when I collapsed I’d fallen right into the puddle on the bed. Hopefully this new lingerie wouldn’t be ruined, not that I really cared in that moment.
My hand was covered in cum, and I held it up to the camera to show my viewers. I couldn’t believe how much there was considering I had already cum once that day and that wasn’t a small orgasm either. As per usual the requests came in to for me to eat it, and having tried it earlier I didn’t hesitate to take a little from one of my fingers. I didn’t want the whole lot just yet, at least not unless someone paid a hell of a lot for the privilege. I cleaned my fingers of what was there only feigning a little enthusiasm as I did so, my cum was now much more palatable, but still far from pleasant.
I said my goodnights and cleaned myself up. It had been such an eventful day and this was only the middle of the week. But if things continued like this then I would be setting a new revenue record and be well on my way to having a viable income once I was made redundant.
The next day I awoke without any morning wood, which wasn’t surprising given how much I came the previous day. I put on some simple yoga pants and did my daily routine of stretches and mediation. Today I was going to give my ass a rest from the plug and I left it in the bathroom. Dressed in the most comfortable clothes I had bought I decided to take today easy with the only interruption being the delivery man bringing the supplements.
Reading the leaflets is made a recommended dosage, stating it could take 2 to 3 days for the effects to be noticeable, and that I should also make sure I consume enough fluids which wasn’t going to be a problem considering I was now having 2 smoothies a day. Being a Thursday I didn’t have much hope for tonight’s show, it was always the quietest day. I did have a great outfit to wear, and this one was much cheaper than the rest so I considered that I could cum in whatever position and not worry about spoiling it. The top outfit was reserved for tomorrow, the basque and stockings were going to look amazing and I’d already planned out a look to go with it with much heavier gothic style make-up.
Mid-afternoon a shoebox sized package arrived with an address I recognised as Biggie. He’d been fairly quiet of late so it was nice to know he was still checking in. it also made me realise that he was no longer being responsible for the majority of my income, something I had been keen to make sure would happen to guarantee me a regular revenue going forwards. The delivery note on the box instructed me to open it on the Fridays show and I was once again filled with excitement as to what it could be, after all the plug he gave me was now a near permanent fixture.