How had I ended up in this situation ? for certain I was going to postulate to attain end adjoin, but I could find a pattern job couldn't I ? was I this desperate ? Perhaps desperate wasn't the right hand watchword, just over a month ago I had started out camming as a bit of fun, to maybe take a few Cypriot pound while I masturbated, which was going to do regardless of being on cam. And here I was, hairless, in a bra and flip-flop, was I OK with this ?

As overwhelming as the site was, I looked down at myself, and staring over the laborious nipples inside the vacuous cupful of my ex-girlfriend's bra, to my still very stiff, throbbing and now leaking pecker encased in a lacy thong. I rationalised that it didn't matter. I was just going to masturbate like I had that first prison term, it didn't matter how many people were watching, but the to a greater extent that watched the more I might be able to earn, and then I wouldn't have to worry about my job. I was sure as shooting no-body was going to recognise me, and I could stop any time it got too a good deal. 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 former week, something that intense and herculean, if I could earn the same tokens that would be a monolithic 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 beadwork of pre-cum dribble from my helmet and instinctively slid my index finger up to take up it. Pulling my fingerbreadth a way a tenacious cosmic string hung down, I lifted it to the television camera for everyone to see. Instantly messages pinged in telling me to imbibe 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 planetary house with my early hand and with a little wink said"I think that's going to cost you ”. My moderator quickly set up a target area of 200 keepsake 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 wind I gave it a smell, but it wasn't overly glaring, maybe this wouldn't discernment so bad after all.

10 moment or so later the fair game was met but I realised my fingers were now not so wet, I would ask a tonic scoop, reaching down I pulled my turncock free from the thong and wrapped one hand round the base, squeezing and sliding it up I coaxed another goodish drop from the head and pinched it onto my finger's breadth. I held it to the tv camera asking"are you gear up ? I've never tasted it before so you're going to witness my first fourth dimension ”.

Slowly drawing it to my oral cavity, I opened wide and prolong my tongue, playing to the camera as seductively as I could I liked my digit, only taking a piddling bit of it into my mouth. To my surprise it didn't really taste of much, I was going to need a giving sample. I brought my fingers back to my lips and closed my backtalk round them, licking with my tongue and sucking it off.

I thought for a indorse, 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 prissy, form of sweet and a bit lemonlike 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 mo I responded to many different request, my moderator always quick to put up a fair game for tokens. They were fairly soft, lots of stroking my cock, and a surprising sum wanted me to turn around and flash them my mother fucker, some just happy for me to amaze out my bum and larrup 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 ride them and I especially enjoyed the tokens pinging in.

Through all of this Biggie had been ominously quiet. I had managed to compile an extra 1000 tokens by this point, and fed myself quite a few more fingerbreadth of pre-cum in the process, but I really wanted to proceed things on. Sitting back in my president I called out Biggie, in as girly princess voice I could rally ( knowing that he would probably like that ) I asked if he had any special postulation.

He replied"of course of action, I'm sure you'll be felicitous with the reward after"with a winking face and I waited on rag 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 encourage away and quickly stepped back on to the bed. Getting into billet on my side, I raised my pegleg a little, opened them and pushed my toilsome cock down. As I closed my peg I felt that Maker pressure sensation around my dick and the additional 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 hip had their own ideas and gently started to move, causing my tool to ever so slightly thrust up between my legs. In capitals on the filmdom Biggie wrote"I SAID TO NOT relocation"and I froze.

"Now, I want you to require your correct hand and scope round to the nous of your clit"It didn't really record what he'd called it, maybe it was just a typo, I was already too ruttish and my script slid over my leg and made contact with my throbbing cock. I was so slippy and the tension of laying in this military position was driving me crazy, I rubbed in circles making my fingers all wet. His succeeding statement appeared on concealment"once your centre digit is nice and coated, I want you to play with your ass, no putting finger in, just run your finger around it, and any clock time you need more lubricating substance, just strike it from your clit ”.

This time it can't have been a typo, but my hand was already moving to take out the flip-flop 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 I'd riposte my had to my dripping cock and get my fingers all wet again.

The Ping of approval rang out, matched by my outspoken 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 wreak with my nipples, allowing me to hurl my articulatio coxae a little which not only caused those delicious ace on my dick, but seemed to pucker my asshole with each apparent 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 far instruction I started to promote 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 take on my teasing.

The longer I drew out my orgasm the better and more acute I knew it would be, and I needed another big one like before. I was now thrusting and bucking with wildness, my finger's breadth circled my hole and with each thrust they would record a little more. Still without going in, but the force per unit area felt sublime and I just chased whatever felt the secure. With my finger right on my hole I thrust my hip joint forward pushing my intoxicate dick into my wooden leg. I kept the pressure sensation on my finger's breadth and as I drew my pelvic girdle back I felt the tip slightly part my hole.

The sensations of my peter drip over my legs, my wet fingerbreadth just slipping inside pushed me over the boundary. My halo tightened around my finger pushing it out and my dick begun to uncontrollably throb and spurt jet after jet up my legs and onto the bed. That amazing full organic structure shiver centring from my pulsing member radiating out and up my body, I had been unknowingly holding my breath and I moaned in freeing. It was pure pleasure, equal if not better than the hold up meter.

My world was blank brightness level and earth tremor, my dead body spasmed uncontrollably even though my balls were spent the aftershocks continued. This was pure pleasure, so all encompassing.

Gradually my high school subsided, my ragged breathing coming into mountain chain of my ears but everything still sounded numbed, I was done. But so satisfied. I rolled onto my spinal column and sighed. As consciousness slowly resumed, my ears became mindful 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 severely before ”.

My mouth was dry, my physical structure was glutinous 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 intimate apparel invest body at the heap between my ramification and the soaking bed weather sheet, I let out a giggle. Leaning over the keyboard and looking into the camera I thanked everyone, including my adult tippers."That was incredible, maybe you'll juncture me at the Saame time tomorrow, I hope you can make me cum like that again ”. There was a flurry of congratulations and praises, including Biggie, I felt literal satisfaction that he was glad, this was another record book not only in souvenir but in the number of hoi polloi watching, there really were more than people into a hairless guy in neigh in the trans room.

I closed the chat and went straight away to the shower. Stripping out of the bra and G-string I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess, drying cum all over my legs, matted hair on my very even 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 I'd ever had, I really enjoyed the positive feedback, I enjoyed the praise which up until that pointedness I never really had a great deal of in my life.

And seeing how much I'd earnt. Tonight four hour of work had paid as well as my day job, there was a really chance I could piss a go of this. I'd never have to go back to that agency, and I could spend all my metre having incredible climaxes like that every day, what was not to wish ?

I soaped myself and luxuriated at the smell of my pelt, being hairless really was an enjoyable sentiency. 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 rain shower and dried myself off my cutis felt a little dry. Remembering back to my ex's Nox bag, there were a few bottles and things at the bottom that I'd 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 ***********ion of constitution. A few shades of lip rouge, foundation, a picayune compact with 8 nicety of blusher, some mascara and bingo, a trivial tube of moisturiser. It was only stand for for men, but with my body now slightly itchy all over it would hold to do. I squirted the cool cream into my hands and spread it all up my legs and torso, down my arms and everywhere I could reach.

Well not quite everywhere, I squeezed the last out of the thermionic 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 cock as well I saved a slight and applied it to my shaft and orb. By now they had shrunk back to their common dormant Department of State. Which for me was always very underwhelming. As I've said before, I'm a cultivator, but whenever I cum really tough it seems to shrivel back to a particularly small-scale 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 flavour like a tool. Maybe Biggie was decent, and I really should squall it a clitoris. The thought lingered a little and I went to my boxers draw and pulled a twosome out. With my newly moisturised smooth legs they felt so very rough as I drew them up my legs the intellection of the early panty and things in the overnight bag came to mind.

I pulled the boxers off and tossed them back in the draw play, on the sofa were 3 sets to pick out from. All quite girly with either warmheartedness or bowknot on them, but the most comfy looking I were black and a soft cotton with only a small-scale turn 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 peel. Way upright than the underdrawers, they were perhaps a bit sung, but it actually felt quite nice having my tool 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 expectant 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 spatial relation I smiled with pridefulness, 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 mentation, but my body wasn't that bad for a girlfriend, certainly no worse than my premature girlfriends. With a feeling of superbia I walked back to the lounge and the former particular. There was a silky feeling top and picking it up I realised it was one of her nightgown. It was quite short and I remembered her wearing it the finally time, with a smile I slipped it over my head.

Stepping back in-front of the mirror I was quite taken by the mirror image. ventilation in and striking as feminine pose as I could, it really wasn't bad, ok the humble bulge in the forepart of my panty was out of place, and the bra cups could do with a little padding. But my consistence was really quite satisfactory. My face was still too boyish and my still break tomentum 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 expect though, my travail catching up with me and tiredness filling my eyes. I stripped the top over from the bed and threw it in the street corner, cleaning that mess could hold back till the sunrise. Pulling back the covers I slid in, my newly smooth pelt and the night ware felt so very comfortable I didn't even reckon taking them off. Once again, as my principal hit the pillow, by centre closed and I drifted off to catch some Z's. What would the side by side day contribute ?