Chapter 17.6
I continued edging, and it was starting to get painful, I’d averted an accident several times, the token target wasn’t far off but I was still a frustrating 34 minutes from the timer, it was going to be torture. Speaking of which I finally decided to remove the nipple pumps, they’d been on for a long time, and popping them off revealed large, distended nipples.
I’d never done them this long before and they were amazing and oh so sensitive, I could barely pinch or twist them without whimpering and my cock immediately flexing. The chat suggested I should buy a pumping machine and start using it regularly, to stretch and grow them, I wasn’t so sure since I knew that it would be permeant, but the idea of them being bigger was appealing. I’d always liked girls with larger ones, why wouldn’t I like that on myself?
Someone then said it would be easier to pierce and my mind was filled with the thought of added sensitivity. Cupping my chest and firmly tweaking both at the same time between my finger and thumb had me shuddering. That delightful mix of pain and pleasure making me bite my lip to hold back a deep moan.
Getting closer to the target I removed the skirt and with it the flimsy barrier that had held me back from stroking myself gone I wrapped my hand around my throbbing pole. It felt so incredibly good, it was so hot, the skin so tight. I got a few strokes in before I could feel that white glow building and summoning all my mental strength removed my hand. I grabbed my thigh digging my fingers into my flesh, biting my lip hard as I desperately held back.
I hadn’t realised my eyes were scrunched tight and the pings from the computer had become distant until I heard a fanfare. The token target was met, now, just over 15 minutes until I could get release. My audience once again busy with talk of seeing me so close, taking bets amongst themselves that I was going to fail and be unable to hold out.
Composing myself I said I admitted I’d very nearly gone past the point of no return, I was just so incredibly turned on. Today being out and about, interacting with people in a way that felt natural to me had left me buzzing. And of course the conversation with Marc, really that had been the thing which set me in this frenzy.
“That date couldn’t come soon enough” I thought, before I realised I’d called our meetup a date. “fuck”, it was, wasn’t it? our previous encounters were loosely based around being running partners, but now we were going for a drink date, all be it a coffee. There’d be no sportswear, I could wear a cute outfit, put on full makeup. I could look hot, and he…
My daydream snapped back, with the sound of a rush of coins, the chat had noticed I’d drifted off a bit. I tried to play it off but they kept pressing, in the end I admitted to them I had a date with Marc, and I let on slightly the intentions I had with him, partially explaining my mood during this broadcast.
It was met with a lot of encouragement, although some warning that I should be careful when meeting people IRL. I was aware I could be in trouble, but I’d managed to do it before, and I had to admit how much I wanted to do it again. The timer entered single digits and so I started looking for a way to finish off the show with a bang.
Naturally there were calls for biggies dildo, and I had to admit I’d wanted that for a while. He was sending a new package which was no doubt going to test and push me in some way, I should make sure I was fully up to the task. For some reason that made me feel like I should be able to just jump right to it, no warm up with plugs or smaller toys, just lube and a little patients.
I teased my hole a little, but being on all fours with my ass facing the camera it was easy to see that this was going to be embarrassingly easy. It was like I’d warmed up already, as soon as I pressed the bulbus head to my puckered ring, I relaxed and it just started to push in. “Fuck it’s so tight!”, I exclaimed, but with nothing more than a slight twinge of pain I continued feeding its length inside me.
I pulled out to add more lube and now it slid in like I’d been riding for hours. I couldn’t believe how my ass had just got used to this toy, the pleasure was growing with every thrust but I still had several minutes to hold back. But as per usual with my shows, my own enjoyment became a priority over the audience, once that bell rang for time I’d be letting rip no matter what they said or demanded.
I switched positions a few times, now taking the entire length at will, the ridges and bumps rippling along my prostate with every pass. My own cock still stubbornly hard and dripping profusely. I caught a glimpse of the remaining time and it wasn’t too long, I asked half-heartedly what position I should finish in.
I could see the chat fill with suggestions, but a super subscriber made a sizable donation and his text lit up highlighted above everyone elses “why don’t you finish how you want to with Marc?” and I couldn’t help but giggle at the idea. I hadn’t actually thought about what I was going to do, but immediately knew.
“I want to ride him, reverse cowgirl” I said a bit to eagerly gasping a little as my hole met with one particularly well placed thrust “but for your benefit I’ll move the second camera so you don’t miss anything”. It took a bit of fumbling, but I managed to quickly rearrange things so I was framed really nicely with the main camera, and a little picture in picture of the other side with my already bobbing cock as I sat and took Biggies dildo in one motion.
It was just on time, as the buzzer sounded and I could hear the pings as people threw in their tips. I looked over my shoulder and my ass and the toy were filling the screen, it looked so good, the yoga, the squats, lunges and hip thrusts over months, and me easing off this last week or so, it had a jiggle to it that wasn’t there before.
Finally I could let loose, I was so pent up. I loved being teased and forced to wait, it made the release all the more intense. But on a day like today I was glorious agony, as I bounced away taking the dildo deeper and deeper it felt like there was a blocker preventing me from reaching a climax. I could feel myself at the brink, I knew if I touched my throbbing cock it would explode immediately but it was so much more rewarding to cum without laying a finger.
I continued riding, my movements becoming more erratic and frustrated, lifting higher and then sliding down and grinding as deep as I could, I was pinching my nipples hard, they were so sensitive from the suction cups earlier. And with each twist and tweak I could sense that ball of white heat growing.
What if I did get them pierced, would it make them even more sensitive? Would Marc like them, his strong hands grabbing them, pulling and teasing. “Oh shit I’m close, yes, oh fuck” I moaned to myself, forgetting the hundreds of people tuned in, watching me play out a personal fantasy.
My mind was filled with the thought of us being back in the woods, the dildo replaced by that memory of him actually filling me. There was no dread this time, only more pleasure, the heat rising, the energy pooling deep within me, growing more intense with every thrust of the dildo and pinch of my nipple.
I dropped a hand to my hip as he had done that time, grabbing a fist full of my flesh as I pounded hard up and down, recalling how he had pulled me tight as he thrust into me as he came. For a fraction of a second it was like I was back there for real, only now I was riding him, I was fully in control, I wanted this more than anything.
And that was all it took to tip me over the edge. I wailed out loud, my voice cracking and squealing, my hand covered my mouth in an attempt to muffle the unadulterated pleasure as my body rocked and twitched. An earthquake at my very core rippled out. I could feel my ass clamp hard on the toy, spasming with incredible force, threatening to push it out.
Then, like a tidal wave moments later flash over my body, in an almost dreamlike state I was aware my cock was cumming, opening my eyes to see an enormous jet of cum fire straight up and arc over the camera in front of me, followed by a second and a third. My right hand finally releasing its clamp on my nipple to drop and pump my cock for all it was worth.
But the shots only dribbled out and I didn’t feel like I was fully done, I kept stroking, never softening, that crest of an orgasmic wave subsided a little but I could feel it building again. I slid my cum covered hand harder and faster, my left hand rising back up to resume torturing my nipple, even though I could still feel the imprint of my fingernails in my hip flesh.
I wasn’t riding so much anymore, just concentrating on my dick, but my ass was still being stretched, with Biggies dildo buried deep as far as it had ever been. The room now filled with my whimpers and the wet schlicking sound of my hand, desperately trying to coax another orgasm out.
The sounds of the chat pinging away in the background was vaguely registering, but I was more focused on reaching another climax, I felt desperate, like nothing else mattered except getting off again. My fist pumping away, gripping hard, the sounds so graphically filling the room between each frantic breath.
“Come, on… fuuuuuccckk” I pleaded, so close to the edge once again, the sensation this time completely cantered around my needy cock, it felt more like a conventional orgasm building, from the time before I’d started my journey. But at the same time those sparks were radiating out, my ass started to clench on the toy again, my midsection began to tighten.
Biting my lip through a moan I was going to cum again, get a proper release, be finally totally satisfied, I just needed to keep pumping. With my eyes open I looked down to take in my body, slick with sweat, my poor beaten up nipples, distended and red raw. My toned stomach flexing as I now began to ride the toy again in time with my hand stroking furiously.
I willed another orgasm to come and gradually I could feel it build, the room seemed to be more in focus this time, I was more aware of the cameras, the noise from the chat, my racing heartbeat and the desperate need to cum again.
Switching hands as my grip tired felt like a second wind and suddenly I was right on the precipice of another climax. Bouncing on the toy in time with my fist, I re-engaged with my fans “You want to see me cum again? I needed this so much, today was just too good, I don’t know how much I’ll cum, but I just need it OK?” like I was trying to justify to myself that what I was doing was alright.
And then I felt it, that first little pulse, if I stopped now I could edge even more, but a couple of strokes later I knew I’d gone past the point of no return, I also didn’t want to stop “fuuuuck here it comes” I chimed, staring directly to the camera. My hand a blur as I slid back and forth.
Like a bolt of lightning the first flash hit, unlike my first orgasm this was rooted in my cock, I could feel it flair and swell before the blast erupted. It wasn’t as impressive as the first time either but with each pump my dick continued to spew cum. 6 or 7 more loads released and while the cum tailed off the sensations carried on, every few pumps my cock would lurch in orgasm like it was never going to end.
I couldn’t understand my body, it just seemed to be operating on its own, I was still orgasming but nothing was cumming out, everything twitching more each time, eventually my and legs began to cramp and I had to release my grip and with it those wonderful sensations began to subside. An everlasting climax gradually fading as I fell to the side, collapsing, a sweaty, satisfied mess. Giggling as the dildo popped free on its own.
Laying there for some time, just enjoying the extended afterglow, occasionally a leg or arm would twitch involuntarily. My balls began to ache like they’d been squeezed dry, my cock shrivelling up to a quite embarrassing size. I summoned enough strength to sit, moved the little camera on the bed and turned my attention to the main chat.
They were obviously happy, impressed with my stamina and clearly had enjoyed the show a great deal. Completely loosing track of time I’d been streaming for over 4 hours, and with it my tokens looked insane. I guessed it was like doing three shows in one, and with it there was a total to match.
I tried to express my thanks, still feeling giddy, unstable and a little shaky. I wanted to speak with them more, I enjoyed it so much. But I also needed a hot shower and some comfy pyjamas to cuddle up with while my body recovered. Not to mention my mind needing a rest after the onslaught of images I’d used to get off the first time.
Closing down the chat and the channel, I staggered to my feet and slowly made my way to the bathroom. My reflection was one of a completely dishevelled mess, sweaty hair sticking to my smeared makeup, what was left of my outfit soaked with cum. My poor nipples swollen and red and my nail marks still visible on my hip where I’d grabbed myself earlier.
Stripping out of my clothes and into a hot shower was exactly what I needed. I’d got carried away again, I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about Marc, at least not like I had. I was supposed to be taking this easy, and there I was imagining myself back in the woods with him, and totally losing control of myself.