Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 12

With a deep breath I logged into the computer and greeted my fans as they joined, there was a real sense of occasion, nearly every one of them commented on how I looked and it was all positive, my well blended false breasts even fooling them too. We chatted and joked for a while, I teased and picked on the regulars in a way that I always enjoyed. The power of being a tease, and knowing the effect I had on them really was addictive.

I answered questions about Ellie which they were all very keen to know when the collaboration would be happening, and what was happening with Marc. I deferred as much as I could, with everything that was happening, I hadn’t really put much thought about future events with them, this was all about deciding my career, about picking a path through this mess I had created for myself.

Eventually with more people joining my room the first of the targets was set as I told them that the outcome of tonight’s show would dictate the future, and their participation would directly affect that. Following my well-trodden formulae for previous shows I posed and teased, before moving onto the toys, I laboured my progression, wanting this to last for as long as possible, if this was to be my last, I wanted to go out with a bang.

Of course my cock had other ideas and would regularly break free from its miniscule lace prison, there being a seemingly never ending flow of precum much to my audience’s praise. I revelled in each challenge the room set me, taking one toy after another, sucking with glee when instructed and easing it in and out.

I still struggled to comprehend how the sensation of it sliding down my throat could elicit such pleasure, I could feel my rock solid dick throbbing each time I pushed it to my depths. Eventually they permitted me to start using the plugs and I hurriedly began working my way through the sizes.

The show was going so well, more and more people joined and there was a real buzz in the chatroom, debates and arguments raging about how they wanted me to finish, which outfits I looked best in and their energy flowed directly through me. I had been on camera for over two ours by this point, and edging for nearly all of that. The pressure in my balls was becoming unbearable, and my hole itched for something truly satisfying.