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.
I set the parameters of the finale to the room, and they chose the toys and the position. I shouldn’t have been surprised given that my most popular videos involved the two combinations of Biggies dildo and me being wrapped over myself finishing over my own face. I was of course very happy to oblige, I hadn’t used this dildo since last time on cam, and having not cum all day I was desperate to taste my nectar especially as it would have built up so much.
Before I arranged myself I could see mixed in with the other donations of my regulars including Biggie, was Ellies name, which flashed up on screen with a note goading me on and a very generous tip, she was making it abundantly clear which option she wanted me to take, and if only it was that simple I would have already made the decision. I reminded my fans that this was it, and that I was still unsure which way to go, it was up to them to make it undeniable.
I took a breath and started to warm up the toy, it was so much bigger than the rest of them that it took plenty of pressure, but eventually it eased in. the feeling of it stretching me out and making its way deeper clouded my mind, that fog of desire washed over me and took me to my happiest of places. Through partially closed eyes I could make out my image on screen, it looked otherworldly, a sublime example of feminine beauty sprawled across the bed, cleavage rising and falling with each breath, the sizable dildo gently sliding in and out and the sounds of pure unadulterated bliss filling the room.
The only thing out of place was the dripping rod of hardened meat sticking out from her thong, I gripped myself and grinned at the screen, I could hardly believe that girl was me, that I could be this stunning. Getting lost in the vision, I cupped on of my breasts and once again lamented at the lack of sensation, they looked so good, but I wanted to feel it too and I wondered what real breasts on me would feel like. My pouting lips so full and juicy but the temporary treatments would be diminished within a day or so.
Is this what I wanted for my future, could I really take it to a place that I couldn’t go back from? My mind racked with all the possible outcomes, and I suddenly came back to the room as a huge donation landed ringing out its fanfare. How long had I been daydreaming? All the while thrusting this massive plastic dong in and out of my ass.
I was so close to cumming I had to remove it and take a few controlling deep breaths, I was near to my target, but my desire getting the better of me once again, I assumed the position my fans had voted for. Rolling my legs over my head I was surprised how close my cock was to my mouth. The last time I had worn my fake tits they really restricted my movement, but today I felt more limber than ever.
I added some more lube, and slid the toy back in with ease, while I doubt I would ever take it without hesitation, it had certainly stretched me and every inch of it filled my hole and pressed deliciously against my prostate with each stroke. I could hear the pings but not see the screen too well, from the corner of my eye I could make out my figure coiled up, it was the epitome of hotness, a girl covered with a sheen of sweat, huge lifelike dildo sliding in and out and her lips closing round the head of her own dripping cock.
Only that was me, my ass being fucked by a giant toy, and my big red lips sucking my own cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. With each passing thrust I seemed to be able to get more and more in my mouth. With a seemingly unnatural flexibility I edged it deeper, my thrusts to my ass getting harder and more frantic. I could feel my climax rising, but this was building far deeper and more powerful than any in the past.
Loosing myself to my body’s desires, fucking my hole faster, harder and deeper I craved the impending orgasm, Ellies voice entered my head, I recalled the way she taunted me in the shower, teasing how a real cock feels so much better, how Marc’s cock would feel so much better. Each time I pushed the dildo to my depths my own cock pressed further, my moans muffled by my own meat, I sucked harder drawing it deeper and as I felt the waves begin to build, I couldn’t remove the image that Ellie had placed in my mind, the thought of this dildo being Marc came into my consciousness as the tip of my cock brushed the back of my throat in the same way that Marc’s had in the woods and like the ignition on a rocked being fired, my climax burst forth with all-consuming force.
The first, gigantic burst jetted down my throat, my body spasming and jerking my cock from my gasping, moaning mouth. Dildo buried to the hilt as another blast coated my tongue and lips, its delicious cream filling my senses, another string shot over my face, followed my another. My face was spattered and my tongue lapped frantically, trying to bring in as much as possible. My hand now wrapping round my throbbing pole, pumping it for all that its worth.
I lost count of the number of loads, my body protesting at still being bent over, I uncoiled clumsily, the dildo squeezing itself out as I continued to orgasm, my whole body consumed and writhing as the waves crashed over me gradually diminishing. There was nothing left but the sound my ragged breathing, twitches of aftershocks still flowing through me, my hands idly scooping up cum for me to suck off with relish.
The rushing sound of my heartbeat slowly subsiding in my ears to be replaced by the rapturous ring of donations dropping. I could barely open my eyes let alone focus on the screen, partly due to my cum sticking my right eye shut. I wiped it clean and licked my fingers. Still breathing heavily my body weak.
I replayed the visions that had come to mind at the point of orgasm, was Ellie right, would a real one feel so much better, did I want to feel what that was like? Would that be a step to far? Did I really want to make that jump? My mind running in circles and the post orgasmic fog beginning to clear I managed to raise myself up. I was a mess, drying cum seemingly covering most of my body and face, it still hung to my chest and I laughed as I scooped up a little from my silicone nipples.
Sitting at the computer I managed to clean my eye enough to be able to see properly. My total for the show had obliterated any previous record, my viewing figures were through the roof, and one of my moderators pointed out that I wasn’t only the top trans model, but also on the top page of all models.
For some reason I flushed with embarrassment, thousands of people had just seen me fuck myself and cum all over my own face, and then feed my own seed to myself, what if someone recognised me. And then it dawned on me. If I wanted a sign of the direction I should take it couldn’t be any clearer.
Tonight might have been an exception, but overall my shows were brining in really good money, the paid for content was growing too and if it carried on as it was, in a few months my income could well match that of the new job offer. Could I really give all this up? Could I really stop camming? I read messages from my fans, they adored me and the feeling of being desired, was just too much to give up. Sure I could still have amazing orgasms on my own, but I liked people watching, I needed people watching. And what about the things I had imagined? There was unresolved business there for sure.
I smiled at my viewers, and after pausing for dramatic effect I pulled out my phone, opened up the company email and with sticky fingers from my drying cum set about writing my resignation and accepting their offer of voluntary redundancy. There was no way I could go back to being an average guy in a regular job, I enjoyed doing this far too much. I craved doing this far too much. I paused briefly, my thumb hovering over the button, the feintest hint of uncertainty before I hit send and my future was sealed.
I told my audience, and messages of support flooded in. I thought I would feel terrified, but I actually felt relieved, the weight of the last three months suddenly lifted, I was no longer bound by having to return to work, the thought of having to go back to being the old, insecure, unconfident me was no longer an option. I could only be this me, the cam girl me was here to stay.
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