I watched him jog off and turned smiling to myself, gathering the packages I walked into my apartment and dumped them on the bed. Despite needing to clean the sweat off from the run I couldn’t wait to open them and see my purchases. There were also a few gifts from fans which I had now become accustomed to receiving, some nice, some a bit tacky but I was grateful none the less.
The big box was of course the main attraction, and within it contained so many new toys and outfits. Eager to see and hold the toys in my hands I tore into the boxes and spread them out on the bed. They were all a little alien looking, in both colour and shape, while unmistakably sex toys, they lacked the lifelike details that made them less intimidating.
I held them, squeezed and flexed them, even smelt them not knowing what to expect. A flush ran down my spine as I imagined how they might feel. They were all a little bigger, both longer and wider than the toys I had, but I could feel myself tense up in anticipation. My existing selection felt great, and these new ones with the added length, girth and bumps would surely feel even better.
My panties felt tight as the thoughts raced through my mind, I put them back down and turned my attention to the outfits. I instantly knew these would look amazing on me, all a little tighter in the waist and with more space for my false breasts better fitting all round, the textures and shapes only heightening my arousal. They would have to wait till after the shower which I knew immediately would be a road test of my new toys.
After the last recorded shower scene I did and the frustration which led to me buying all these things I already knew what I wanted to do. Positioning the lights and cameras so I could record the best angles, and adding the smallest and middle sized dildos to the shower shelf the setup was complete.
With eagerness I stripped down, activated the cameras and turned on the hot water. Just the thought alone of being able to stick them to the shower wall and be able to fulfil my desire had me going, my semi hard cock already leaking pre cum and my hole tingling with anticipation.
I stepped under the hot water, the powerful jets spraying against my sensitive nipples giving me immediate flashes of pleasure. Having left before resolving my usual morning wood, and the entire run spent teasing and winding up Marc I was already humming and keen to see just what the new toys could do. I reached for the smaller one, and positioned it around waist hight. With a squelch it stuck to the tiles and I grinned at the thought of how it might feel.
In an attempt to control myself and put on a good show for my fans I toyed with it a little, stroking it and my own now rock hard cock. I poured a generous amount of floral body wash into my hands and soaped myself up. The suds cleansing the sweat and filling the steamy shower with gorgeous aromas, running my hands over my body, twisting and pinching my enlarged nipples.
My attention returned to the dildo fastened to the shower wall, a thought occurred to me that as it was yet to be used it would be perfectly clean, and my experiments with the plugs the previous night gave me an idea. With the hot water still cascading over me, I dropped to my knees which brought the toy to my eye level. I held it in my hand and moved it around, tentatively I stuck out my tongue and licked it, there was no strong taste, no different than the plugs anyway.
I edged forward and opened my mouth as it pressed against my lips, the tip was larger than anything I had tried to suck before, but it was still a comfortable size. As I eased it in further I met with the same resistance I had with my other toys, but concentrating on relaxing my throat and forcing my gag reflex to ease it slipped in deeper. I pulled out and gasped, there was a slight desire to retch but perfectly manageable as I went in for a second try.
Again I eased it in finding my limit and allowing myself time to become accustomed to the unusual intrusion. As I paused with it nearly all the way in, I could feel my throat squeeze round it and the mildest of gags in response. The rest of my body buzzed, sparks of pleasure flowed down my spine, flaring out on my chest and nipples before continuing down to my dick which throbbed in time with my flexing throat.
Pulling my mouth off I groaned out loud as my entire body shook a little, almost as if I had a mini orgasm. The cameras fading into irrelevance I repositioned myself to be a little closer and slid my mouth back round it. This time I went deeper and was greeted with a repeat of those sensations. With another slight gag I felt my lips begin to widen as I approached the end of the dildo. This one wasn’t very big at only five inches, but I had very nearly all of it in my mouth.
Buzzing once again as I released it with a pop, my body craved more and I knew exactly what it needed. I swiftly stood up, held the shaft as I positioned my ass towards the phallus and gradually moved backwards. Adjusting its head to line up with my hole I felt the well lubricated tip find its goal.
I was eager to keep pushing and with a little pressure my hole opened up and it began to slide in. this toy was about the same size as the vibrator I had so I knew it would fit, but usually I would have worked up to that with small plugs. This time however I didn’t want to wait and I eased back harder.
Gradually it slid in, millimeter by millimeter. There was the tiniest amount of pain, and I paused while it subsided, quickly resuming my steady progression down its length. It felt sublime as each ridge and bump stimulated my body, with both hands now braced against the opposite side of the shower I could pull my body away before sliding back down. Each time becoming easier with less resistance and ever more rewarding as my body responded.
With the water still flowing over me it was hard to see but a long string of precum hung from my solid member. I was now able to slide it in and out with nothing but joyous pleasure, before long I could feel the cool surface of the tiles on my cheeks as I pushed as far backwards as I could.
I continued at a pace in and out, reveling as my now free hands could roam my body, teasing my nipples and playing with my cock. It felt every bit as good as I had hoped and I pushed back harder and faster each time. My ass was now very well accustomed to it and looking back I saw the larger toy on the shelf, this one did feel amazing but a bigger one would feel even better surely.
With trembling hands I released the suction and repositioned the larger toy, covering it with some lube I knew I would need it. It was a little longer and wider but not so intimidating now that I had stretched myself out. The thought of the larger one back on the bed briefly entered my mind but I would always have another time for that.
With extra lube applied to my ass, I lined myself up and edged backwards. The extra girth was immediately noticeable, but with some deep breaths it slid in and an uncontrollable moan escaped my mouth. This felt big, it was stretching everything as I pushed back on it. Every millimeter felt divine and my cock pulsed and bounced involuntarily.
I was only half way down before I eased it back out with a little pause before going back towards the wall, both hands once again braced sliding it deeper. My breath was taken away as it nudged over my prostate, those delightful sparks of pleasure radiating from within. I angled the head of the shower away so I could concentrate on the job at hand.
Sliding back deeper and gradually pulling away released an overwhelming burst of desire to have more, I repeated the same actions again and again each time going further. My mind fogging as I pursued the highest sensations to drive me towards my goal, that familiar semi outer body experience consumed me and I could hear moans of passion echoing throughout the shower.
My mind was drifting in a sea of approaching orgasmic bliss, and flashbacks of today flickered in and out. The new outfits, the toys, the parting touch with Marc, the flirting, the feeling of being desired. I replayed Marc saying he needed a shower and wondered if his need was the same as mine. Visions raced through my mind of him in the shower like me, hot, wet and horny. My pace had increased and each thrust mashed my prostate driving me closer.
The image of Marc in the shower filled my world, him, naked, hard and thrusting into his hand thinking of me. My ass begun to tighten, my own cock hardened and the rising flush of pure ecstasy screamed through my body. I cried out unintelligibly, spasm after spasm as my orgasm ripped apart every sense. My eyes opened to see ribbons of cum jetting from my cock without my hands anywhere near it and my shaking legs struggling to hold me up.
I reached down and scooped up the next much smaller ejaculation and brought it to my mouth, I had not only grown accustomed to the taste, but craved it as a delicacy capping my climax, cursing the lost loads as the flowed down the drain.
My body still impaled on my new favourite toy I had no energy to move, I moved away and jolts and aftershocks passed through me with each inch that slid out. Clumsily I re-positioned the shower head and tried to clean my weakened body. I felt exhausted yet energised, like I’d found a secret well of pleasure and had totally over done it.
As I cleaned up my body hummed, everything was overly sensitive, each movement triggered bursts of joy, finished up I switched the shower off and just stood there dripping. I sighed loudly relishing the sensations coursing through my body. Realising I still had the cameras rolling I took a breath and reached for my towel, wrapping it around me as I stepped out and shut off the equipment.
I took a moment to appreciate just how amazing that had felt, and blushed a little to myself at the images I had thought of just as I came. I couldn’t deny it felt a little strange but at the same time that had been yet another mind blowing orgasm and it was hard not to take the most from it. I thought I would feel a little sore but there was no discomfort, despite that my little metal plug once again took its place in my hole, the cooling weight adding some comfort.
I moisturised, toned and carried out all my well-practiced beauty regime, deciding one something more comfortable than sexy to wear, although it was still very silky and lacy which always felt sublime against my soft skin. Removing all the camera equipment and transferring all the files over to the computer I took a moment to rest while it loaded up.
Feeling a little drained I decided not to edit it down, but rather put it up as the whole video, watching it back confirmed my practice at camera setup was paying off. Despite being well and truly spent, the images on screen caused my sleeping dick to stir. I looked really good, if it wasn’t for my permanent hardon you’d easily think of me as a flat chested girl, the enlarged nipples would be totally out of place on a guy.
I looked down at them still peeking through my lace top, they did seem to be in a constant state of arousal, and I didn’t mind at all, to play with them felt amazing. The other thing which was so noticeable was the noises I was making, undeniably feminine and far louder than I thought I had been. I snapped stills to add to galleries as the video played to add to my collection.
As I watched myself switch up to the larger toy I could feel it like a memory reflex, my ass squeezing around the metal plug in sympathy with the vision on screen. It was impossible not to get hard looking at this, I was like another person and she was hot as hell. You could see how horny I was, how much I craved the anal pleasure and I shifted in my seat, tightening panties becoming a little uncomfortable.
As the scene built to the climax it was clear how much I was enjoying it, and I flushed once again watching it unfold. It was so strange to view something this hot and also know exactly how it felt. My ass clenched as the on screen me cried out in orgasm, to my shock I was called out Marc’s name.
I totally hadn’t realised I had done that, so caught up with the visions and sensations occupying my mind at the time. The enormity of it crashed over me, flushing my body with embarrassment, I went from fully horny to zero in an instant and my mouth felt suddenly dry. Why had I done that? What did it mean I felt? Was I attracted to him? Was I gay?
The video ended and I rewound it back playing my orgasm once again, in my mind I replayed what I felt and that conflicted feeling of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through me. Cropping the end of the clip and adding my usual signoff edit. I saved the file and stepped away from my desk.
Walking around my apartment I felt so unsure of myself in that moment, the cam girl persona had made this giant leap that the old me was totally unprepared for it. I couldn’t be gay, otherwise my own image wouldn’t have turned me on, and there was the other cam girl, the one who I was modelling my own image on, I was still attracted to her right?
This played over in my mind while I made a cup of tea, sitting back at my desk I searched for her profile and after a short while I managed to find it. As she wasn’t live there was only her recorded content which was only accessible by being a paid up member, it seemed like a worthy use of my money and in no time I was browsing through her clips and photos. To my relief I felt my arousal return, she definitely did it for me although there was a combined appreciation of her, part of me loved how she looked and the other part of me wanted to look like her.