Chapter 17.3
Wanting to extend my play time and give my fans a proper show I added some more bodywash, turning to give them a view of my rear, soaping and spreading. I circled my tender hole, I really had gone to town on it earlier but the warm water was doing wonder to soothe me.
Regardless of my soreness I felt the need so slide something in, and starting with a finger I felt no resistance as it slipped in all the way to the base without friction. I was still gripping onto my silicone boobs with the other hand, trying to play up to the camera, thinking about my positioning and angle.
After a few moments I added another finger and it deftly slid in and out, any discomfort from soreness being rapidly replaced by my growing arousal, if it wasn’t for the soap you’d easily be able to see the string of precum leaking from my erect cock, bobbing and twitching on its own without any direct stimulation.
I’d brought a large butt plug and a good sized suction cup dildo into the shower and after slipping in a third finger I decided it was time to step up. The plug slid in with a satisfying squelch as my ass clamped around it drawing it firmly inside. The intrusion pressed my prostate as it found its home and a whimper escaped my mouth.
With a hand now free I resumed my long strokes, I was so impossibly hard considering this was going to be the third orgasm of the session, but I could already feel it aching for release. Shifting angles and showing off my body as best I could. I added more bodywash, the suds flowing down my body in hypnotic rivers.
Aware that time was getting away from me as I got lost in self-pleasure I needed to keep going or the camera battery would run out. bending over so my audience could see clearly I reluctantly tugged at the base of the plug, my hole stretching as I gradually removed it, my cock visibly twitching as it popped out, eyes temporarily rolling up.
I’d already thought how I wanted to finish, and it was with the suction cup attached to the back wall so I could really push back onto it, the camera angle would give them a great side view of me taking the length till my ass spread on the tiles and still be able to see me stroking myself when the time came.
Lining the toy up, it spread my hole and I pushed back sending it gradually inside me. It was only a little wider than the plug but that was the perfect amount of stretch to make me coo as I carried on pushing all the way back to the cold tiles. Yet to even touch my dick I could feel it flexing and dripping. As I ground on the base I couldn’t hold back the moans, this angle, the plastic phallus inside me mashing against my most sensitive spot.
I started to pull away from the wall, the full length of the dildo, until it was barely in any more, before ramming myself back. In no time I was fucking myself hard, arms braced against the wall opposite, every slam delightfully rubbing against my prostate. The shower was filled with the sound of slapping skin and my hearty groans.
It took everything I had to remember there was a camera broadcasting me, rapidly getting caught up with how amazing everything felt. The dildo going deep, the weight on my chest bouncing and the occasional stroke of my straining erection. I gripped my rod with one hand, holding it in position so when I thrust back onto the toy it slid from my hand, before pummelling my hand and pulling off the dildo.
The feeling was indescribable, my moans were unabated, I could begin to feel the ball of energy swelling, that tell-tale sign my orgasm was building. The shower was filled with the sounds of debauchery, my eyes closed concentrating on the sensations building inside me.
I could feel myself getting closer, speeding up to match my growing desperate need to cum again, and in the back of my mind I could sense a memory recurring, the odd flash of Marc in the woods, of Ellie. As I felt myself crest I had a vision of being in a shower, sandwiched between the two of them, and my body just went ridged.
It felt like that moment before lightning strikes, a huge amount of energy suddenly surging before a bolt. I literally squealed as I felt myself explode, slamming all the way back my hand a blur as pulse after pulse shot from me. cumming over and over, I could feel every jet as my cock distended each time. Eyes shut tight as my body trembled and twitched.
With my back now resting against the cold wall, occasional aftershocks rippling through me the noise of the shower filling my ears, I groggily opened my eyes, the wall opposite was positively dripping with my cum. I hadn’t expected much but it was a lot more than I thought it would be.
Reluctantly I pulled off the toy, feeling empty as it slid out. I was already a little sore when I started, and while that hadn’t helped it was worth every bit of discomfort. Taking some more soap I cleaned myself again, struggling a little with my legs still shaking from my post orgasmic haze.
Resuming chatting to the camera, I hoped it was still broadcasting as I’d completely lost track of time, with no idea how long I’d spent chasing that climax. With the water still running and suds still on my body I picked up the camera to show them the wall, glad to see the red dot still flashing and assuming they could still see me.
Using the shower head I washed it off in front of them, I was sure some would be complaining I hadn’t cleaned it up with my tongue, but I just didn’t have the energy. With the shower and my body now clean I placed the camera back down so they could watch me dry off and moisturise.
It was especially challenging as my legs felt so weak, it really was a knee trembling orgasm as I struggled to bend and cream myself. Eventually wrapping my body in one towel and another around my hair. I collected the camera and walked back to the computer setup.
A few moments later I switched to the main camera for the screen and could resume reading the chat. It was just in time as well, since the battery on the camera I’d taken to the shower only had a few percent left. Needless to say the chat had loved my soapy show, I had a good haul of tokens and a lot of nice comments.
From their reaction and comments I was eager to rewatch the footage, it had been amazing so I hoped it looked as good. We chatted a little more, and it really felt settling to connect, I know that’s a weird thing to say, but there was something affirming in having these people celebrate me, especially as I’d decided that this was the future that I wanted for myself.
After a while I decided to get dressed properly, it was now early evening and I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, I signed off the chat, put on something comfy and made a bite to eat. Sitting on the sofa watching a mindless programme I daydreamed back to earlier, it really was hard to explain the subtle shift in persona, when I was on cam I felt like a different person, not completely different, just less self-conscious and inhibited.
But it was still me, I enjoyed having that confidence and I guess I wanted to be more like that in my regular life, I just wasn’t sure if that boost in attitude was only present when I was highly aroused. Maybe that was something to talk to a therapist, amongst many other things.
I glanced at my phone and suddenly became aware of the breast forms still attached, there was something weirdly comfortable about having them on, I winced a little at the thought of having to remove them, I would need to before my appointment with the salon tomorrow. But curiosity got the better of me and navigating on my phone to my personal site I pulled up the last stream, it was a mammoth almost 6 hours of footage.
Flicking towards the end, the angle could have been better and the small camera really wasn’t the best resolution, but I looked good. The soap and the poor lighting was really forgiving and I had a sudden feeling of discomfort at how good the breasts looked on me. Almost guilty that I could never look like that for real, that was a look for my cam girl persona, not me.
I carried on watching, skipping a little until the juicier bit. Despite the day’s activities I felt myself stir, and then on screen you could hear my cry and then see each blast, it really was quite something. My pulse had quickened and I felt so flush, kind of embarrassed that I’d done something so explicit, but also a little proud.
My jeans now feeling a bit tight, I set off for the bathroom to remove the falsies, standing infront of the mirror, they did look silly, you could clearly see the tone shift and the edge, it wasn’t at all as good as it had looked in the video. Dejected I reached for the release spray and gave it a few squirts on the seam. Gradually it peeled off, leaving me lighter but less content.
Removing all remanence of adhesive from both the breast forms and my chest I put my top back on and went back to the sofa. There was a noticeable absence but at the same time I felt myself settle, I was back to being all me, and cam girl would get her turn again later tomorrow. For now it was some more tv while I chatted with Ellie and Marc, naturally keeping the vison that flashed in my mind during the shower to myself.
Following another night of good quality sleep I woke feeling refreshed, without any surprise my morning wood making itself very well known. I wanted to save that for later though, I had a salon appointment to get ready for, which already filled me with a little excitement. Today was a step down the path to feeling more secure in my looks and myself, it was only a consultation, but just speaking to someone about it felt like the beginning of this journey for real.
My throat was now feeling much better, and after a cup of tea and a light breakfast I sat down and worked through the voice training tutorial. There was still a residual roughness to my voice, which was frustrating, I had to work harder to form the right sounds and slightly over exaggerate the suggestions to try and come out in the right way. listening back to the recordings it jarred slightly, but I could hear a hint of what could be if I kept working at it.
After my usual morning yoga and exercise I felt a buzz of enthusiasm I hadn’t for a while, the cold was lifting, I could see a direction to go in and things were starting to come back inline with that plan I’d written. A quick shower but only a basic aftercare, I know the salon would be picking over me and they’d want to see what they were dealing with.
I dressed for comfort, loose fitting jeans and a plain tshirt, just a little mascara and eyeliner with a slight flick at the end, but nothing else. Examining my reflection in the mirror my skin wasn’t bad, but I could no doubt do more to remove the blemishes, I never had a beard shadow to speak of but without foundation on that was slightly visible. I would be grateful for the mask to cover it till I was inside the salon, they already knew about me so it was a safe space.
Twisting a little left and right I scrutinised my features, there were things I would like to change, I’d never been happy with them truth be told, yet it was now I could understand why. The salon wouldn’t be able to remove anything, but I hoped they could give me something that would help, even if it was just a good skincare routine.
I had a few hours to kill before the appointment so I set about doing some of the boring admin. I wasn’t going to do any video or photo editing because that would only get me worked up and I didn’t want to arrive either late or in a mess. I just stuck to replying to messages, filtering emails and checking how things were going, all very mundane if you removed the subject matter from which they were referring to.
There was a note from Biggie saying the package would be delayed in customs, which I was a bit miffed about, I don’t know why I assumed he was in this country, but I guess not, unless he ordered something from abroad. Just the thought of what might arrive was enough to get my mind racing and my panties tightening, I was so intrigued as to what it could be that would be better than his last gift.
I then found myself on various websites, browsing outfits, shoes and accessories, earrings had caught my eye and I wondered if I could get them pierced at the salon, if not maybe there was a tattoo parlour nearby that would do them. There were so many beautiful pieces, I’d always admired them on other girls, I figured there was no reason why I couldn’t indulge myself as well.
The fact I continually turned to retail therapy when I felt anxious also wasn’t lost on me. The salon visit and Biggies package were both pretty significant deals for me, my outlet always reverted to buying things to make me feel better. Another note for a therapy session i should no doubt be booking, its all good and well to spend when you have the spare cash, but I also needed to be mindful of keeping things under control and not getting carried away.
My phone pinged to remind me of my appointment, grabbing a mask and a light jacket I headed out. the walk was fine, it was nice to be out of the flat again, but I was also feeling more self-conscious than the last time, much less makeup and knowing full well that if I had to take the mask off I’d feel very exposed. Thankfully a few people were still wearing them, mostly around their chins, but it stopped me feeling too out of place.