The Camgirl Part LXXVI: Why Don’t You Just Ask? [Exh] [Voy] [Msolo] [Fsolo] [Anal] [Oral]

**LXXVI: Liam and Blake**

Liam couldn’t help feeling just a bit awkward as he watched Blake set up her camera and laptop. She had six minutes left until her show began.

*You were the one that asked to stay in here, idiot.*

He’d been able to keep himself occupied while Blake got ready for her show–making her bed, arranging her pillows, doing her hair and make-up and picking out an outfit to start the show off. He’d offered to help, but she’d told him that getting ready for her show was part of what helped her concentrate and get in the right frame of mind. Though while choosing outfits, she’d admitted that she’d refused his help partially because she was worried she’d find a way to distract herself from getting ready.
Now that she was almost there, however, Liam found that he didn’t know what to do.

*Does she want me to watch? Ignore her completely?*

Liam didn’t know if he could do either. The former would be hard to do without touching himself, and he didn’t want to risk making her feel objectified by him–even subliminally. The latter…his headphones were noise-cancelling, but he didn’t think his ears would be able to take the volume he’d have to turn his music to in order to block out Blake’s noises completely.

*Why don’t you just ask her?*

Liam blinked at the thought. It seemed so obvious, yet…scary. Just a little bit. He didn’t know why.

He looked over at Blake. She wore a pair of lacy, lavender panties, and a thin, tight white T-shirt that her hard nipples tented. It had a little cartoon picture of a bra next to the sick and vomiting emoji’s–one of the shirts someone had sent her, apparently. At the moment, she was on her bed, moving back and forth between the pillows and her laptop and adjusting the camera. Her hair was tousled, shiny and voluminous, and she had on minimal make-up save for some bright-red lipstick.

*She’s so beautiful.*

“Blake?” he asked, then frowned at the hesitance in his voice.

She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow, “What’s up?”

Liam hesitated a moment, feeling the heat in his cheeks, then voiced his concerns.

When he finished, Blake smiled. Liam didn’t know if that was a good thing.

“Has anyone ever told you how adorable you are?” She asked, getting off the bed and walking over to one of her drawers.

Liam cleared his throat, “That doesn’t exactly answer my question.”

“I didn’t promise to be accommodating,” she said, sticking out her tongue as she turned toward him, an assortment of sex toys cradled in her arms.

Liam sighed.

Blake giggled, laying out the toys on a towel on one side of her bed. A wired keyboard connected to the laptop lay on the other side, “Oh, hush. Honestly, dude, if you’re turned-on enough that you feel the need to whip out your dick, I’m not going to stop you. I’d do the same thing if our positions were reversed.”

Liam blinked, “You would?”

Blake turned to him, raising an eyebrow. She strode over to him, hips swaying. His cock twitched at the sight, hardening.

*She has to be doing that on purpose.*

Once in front of him, Blake rested her fingertips on his bare chest. He still wore pants, but Blake had asked him to leave his shirt off.

*”If you get to look, why shouldn’t I?”*

Blake leaned down, and without even thinking, Liam leaned into the kiss. One hand cupped her face, the other went to her hips, pulling her closer. Blake’s hands roved over his chest, occasionally squeezing his muscles. When she broke the kiss, Liam’s heart pounded in his chest. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and his head felt a bit foggy. Her lips brushed against his ear, breath hot as she spoke, voice breathy.

“Of course, I would, silly. I’d just be more discreet.”

Liam had to give himself a bit of a shake to process her words.

“I don’t really have that luxury.”

Blake giggled, “I know. It’s part of our compensation for periods. One week a month, everything sucks, but we get to have much more covert fun.”

She pulled back, grinning at him as her hand traveled down his abs and between his legs. Liam groaned when her fingers curled around his cock, and again as Blake bit her lip, shivering, eyes closing as she gave it a gentle squeeze.

*Fuck…I think that’s the only ego boost I’ll ever need.*

Blake’s eyes fluttered open, a grin still tugging at the corners of her mouth, “I’m pretty sure you’ll be able to ignore me and get some work done with no trouble during the first part of the show, since it’s basically just me talking with people and waiting for more to get on. And occasionally wiggling my ass at the camera. After that, though…” she paused, squeezing his cock again, “You’re welcome to enjoy the show however you want.”

Before Liam could respond, Blake kissed him again. Just a quick one, though it left him breathless as he watched her walk back toward her bed, hips swaying.

*Yeah…she’s definitely doing that on purpose.*

***

Liam found that Blake was right about him getting work done during the first part of her show. Though not about being able to ignore her.

*How could I possibly ignore her?*

Blake didn’t say anything, but he was sure she’d noticed his occasional glances over toward her, or even pauses in his work. He couldn’t help it.

The idea of other people watching Blake wiggle her ass and tease and take off her clothing wasn’t something Liam enjoyed, even though Blake had confirmed that exhibitionism was a very big kink of hers. He’d found a way past it that seemed to work for now, however.

The people watching Blake, interacting with her, tipping her and giving her money to perform for them, would never get to do any more than that. Liam knew that Blake had a few of her fans that she liked talking with and cared about to an extent, but he was the only one who got to hold her and take her out on dates and see her the way she’d been on their date. The way she had looked at him that night…Liam had never experienced that before. He didn’t think she had either. She’d held his hand in a near death-grip practically the entire night and had found every excuse possible to touch him. He was the only one she would do that with.

Even without all that, Liam took solace in the fact that he knew Blake while everyone else only saw Cherry.

It wasn’t that Blake was fake when she performed. She was authentic from what Liam had seen, just a bit turned up. Peak pep and energy.

Cherry did lack the depth, determination and vulnerability that Liam found attractive in Blake, however. Another thing that was just for him.

Liam smiled at that as he looked up from his staff paper, glancing at Blake again. Then he blinked, cock twitching.

Blake now wore only the tight shirt.

*When did that happen?*

Shaking himself, Liam tried to go back to his music. He was working on one of his own pieces–something he’d gotten the idea for a little while before break. Ideally, he would integrate it with what he planned on composing and performing for his recital at the end of the year.

*I just need to make sure it’s right.*

He would have liked a piano or keyboard to work out some of his ideas on, but thankfully he had a good enough sense of pitch and chord relationships to compose without hearing a note. He still wasn’t entirely sure about the theme he’d chosen, however. It was good, but it needed to encapsulate all her different aspects.

*It needs to be perfect.*

That, unfortunately, he needed a piano or some sort of instrument to make sure what he heard in his head was correct, and to improvise and develop the theme a bit more. For now, however, he worked on the structure of the piece and different moods and harmonic progressions to match with the melody, even if it wasn’t the one he settled on in the end.

As he worked, however, Liam found that his mind and cock became more and more insistent in distracting him from his task. Images of Blake on her bed wearing only a T-shirt flashed in his mind. In some, she was on her hands and knees presenting her ass, in others she had her legs spread as she teased playing with herself. In others, Liam imagined himself there with her, head between her legs, or even just behind or on top of her. Blake’s high-pitched laughs, shrieks and thank you’s penetrating the shield of his headphones didn’t do much for his focus either. On top of that, his cock grew harder with every image that flashed in his mind or suggestive sound that reached his ears. The pressure against the fabric of his pants just created a feedback loop that soon had him hard as a rock, straining against the confines of his pants.

Dropping his pencil, Liam glanced back at Blake.

He bit back a moan. She had her legs spread, hand down between her legs. He couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but that just made his mind conjure increasingly erotic suggestions.

When Liam looked to Blake’s face, he froze. She was grinning. Her focus remained mostly on the camera, but her eyes flashed to his repeatedly, locking with them for a few seconds before looking back to the camera or her laptop. One of those times, she licked her lips.

Liam turned back around, face hot, cock throbbing.

He bit his lip for a moment, considering. Then he picked up his phone–he knew Blake’s text messages popped up on her laptop.

*”You made my pants uncomfortable.”*

He sent the message but didn’t turn around to look at Blake. The moments between sending the text and the thought bubble popping up on his screen seemed to stretch for an eternity. The time between the thought bubble popping up and Blake’s actual text appearing on his screen somehow lasted twice as long.

*”Then take them off, silly.”*

Liam swallowed hard at that, cock twitching. He licked his lips–they were suddenly very dry–as he tried to think of a response.

*”I don’t think I’ve ever just sat at a desk and written music with my cock hanging out.”*

Liam swore he heard a giggle penetrate his headphones this time. When Blake’s next message came through, his eyes bulged. His cock became painfully hard.

*”Stand up and drop ’em.”*

***

**Blake**

Blake bit her lip as she waited for Liam’s response, glancing over toward him out of the corner of her eye while trying to keep at least some of her attention on her show. She’d heard the buzz and seen him go stiff a moment later.

*Was that too much? Or is he just surprised?*

Blake had gathered that for the time being she would have to take the lead with Liam. He didn’t seem to have any problem being affectionate with her, but for all the kinky shit she’d imagined him and Marie doing with the multiple girls they’d brought home to join them, Liam seemed pretty shy in that respect.

She wanted him to feel confident enough in her trust of him that he would have no problem just grabbing her and pinning her down.

*Ripping my clothes off and shoving that big hard cock inside of me, smacking my ass as he pounds away at it…*

Blake squirmed growing even wetter. She almost jumped when her finger brushed her clit and had to yank it back.

*You’re doing a show–no touching yourself yet. They have to earn it.*

Blake glanced over at Liam again in time to see him stand up and remove his headphones. He turned toward her, and they locked eyes.

Grinning, Blake arched an eyebrow at him. Her eyes widened when his cock twitched, drawing attention to the tent it made in his pants.

*Fuck…I know I’ve had that inside me, but it always looks so fucking huge every time I see it.*

Liam hesitated, then his hands went to his waistband.

Blake bit her lip in anticipation, then watched, completely forgetting about her show for a few seconds as he pulled down his pants.

His cock, hard and thick, sprung free of its confines as his pants dropped to the floor, leaving him naked except for his socks.

Blake drank him in, heart pounding a bit faster. Part of her still had trouble believing he was all hers.

A tip sounded from her laptop, bringing her attention back to the show. Her viewers had almost reached the goal mark that would allow her to start touching herself. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, spreading her legs so that they got a good view of her dripping pussy and the shining plug in her ass.

“Come on, dudes,” she reached back and grabbed her cheeks, squeezing and spreading them, “Just a little bit more and I’ll dip my fingers into this soaking wet pussy.”

As she wiggled her ass a bit, Blake reached over to the keyboard that lay just out of view and typed a message to Liam.

*”Bring the chair over and sit behind the camera.”*

Blake heard Liam’s phone buzz. She didn’t look over at him–too much of a risk of getting distracted at that–but she grinned when she heard her chair rolling across the carpet a few moments later.

*This is going to be fun.*

Blake’s mind flashed back to when Marie had watched her perform from inside her room. Having Marie watch her like that had been almost as intoxicating as knowing Liam was watching one of her shows. Now that she had him watching her from in the room…

*Fuck…you’re the one playing with him this time, remember that. No matter how fucking horny he makes you.*

That would be much easier said than done.

*Just think of how amazing he’ll feel inside of you after this.*

A few more tips came in, and Blake grinned, turning back around. Her eyes traveled to Liam’s by reflex, and she immediately fixed them to the screen.

*Fuck…those eyes. How is my pussy not just a fucking fountain right now.*

It felt like it should be.

Even staring at the screen didn’t completely alleviate that problem. She could still see his naked form beyond the computer and camera.

*I want him so fucking bad.*

She had to wait, though. She knew she would enjoy holding herself back. That was why she had did start-stop shows so often, and why even now she’d set one goal for taking her panties off and an even higher one for being allowed to touch herself.

While a part of Blake hoped Liam had figured out that she enjoyed that particular kink by now, she was also scared to tell him. Even with his reservations about sex, that was something Blake feared he would take far too much enjoyment in indulging her, given how much he’d seemed to enjoy seeing her cum so hard she went braindead for a few minutes.

*The worst part is that I’d probably enjoy it even more than he would, and I’d ask him to fucking torture me.*

Blake’s pussy quivered at that thought, sending shivers through her, as usually happened when she thought of being at Liam’s mercy.

For now, though. He would be at hers.

“Come on, dudes,” Blake said, spreading her lower lips with two fingers, “Don’t you want to see me play with this? We’re almost there. Look how wet it is–it needs to be touched, but you won’t fucking let me.”

Blake grinned as the remaining Cherrycoins flooded in. She knew her fans well, and they loved the idea of controlling her, even if she only let them do so in small doses most of the time.

Keeping her lips spread with one had so that her viewers–and Liam–could see exactly how wet her glistening pussy was, Blake found her keyboard with the other.

*”Move a bit to the side and stroke your cock for me, slowly.”*

Despite the fact that she was currently naked, spreading her soaked pussy for Liam and hundreds of other people, and that she had done far, far kinkier things in her life, some of which Liam had undoubtedly seen, Blake’s cheeks grew hot as she send that message. This could still all be taken playfully, but Blake knew her end goal for it–both for today and long term.

Liam’s phone buzzed, though Blake barely heard it over the tips coming into her room. They’d passed the goal by this point, but Blake teased them a bit, petting the edges of her pussy. The contact sent tiny threads of pleasure through Blake, and she preferred to ease herself into things when she was the only one touching her and she knew that she had a while to go.

Movement from behind the camera caught Blake’s attention, and she gasped, then bit her lip as her eyes locked on Liam’s cock. A moment later, he wrapped his fingers around the base, then slowly moved his hand up the shaft.

*Fuck…have I ever watched him do this before?*

Blake realized she hadn’t. It was fucking incredible. She swore she could almost see his cock throbbing as he stroked it at an agonizingly slow pace.

Her pussy started throbbing almost in time with it, begging Blake to just put that big cock inside her and fill her up completely.

She shivered, almost letting out a moan.

Another tip caught her attention, and Blake looked back to her screen. People were begging for her to play with herself.

*Oh, right.*

Blake looked to Liam, meeting his lust-filled gaze for just a moment before somehow managing to tear her gaze away. She struggled not to shudder.

*Liam is fun, but you have a job to do right now. Concentrate on that, then you can fuck Liam the entire rest of the day.*

Blake hooked her arm around her left leg almost by reflex, making sure the camera had a good view of her dripping pussy and a nice peek at the plug sticking out from her asshole. With that hand, she started running one finger up and down her glistening slit, shivering at the sensations the action sent through her.

With her other hand, she reached for the keyboard again, but hesitated. She knew what she wanted to say, but…

*Would that be pushing it a little too much?*

Blake thought for a moment, adding another finger as she stroked her slick lips.

*Fuck it.*

Blake typed out the message, then tried her best not to tense as she waited for Liam’s reaction, watching him out of her peripherals.

His phone buzzed, and Blake caught his cock twitch, hand halting its stroking motion for a few seconds before continuing. She glanced up at his eyes and found a burning desire behind them.

*Oh, fuck yes.*

As she sped up stroking her pussy, dipping her fingers in just a bit where her lips parted, Blake looked at the messages window up in the corner of her screen, still not entirely believing she’d just sent him the message.

*”Good boy. Keep stroking nice and slow like that. I’ll tell you if and when you can speed up. Enjoy the show.”*

Blake had added some emojis on to make it seem slightly less like a command, but sending it had still been a bit terrifying, as she and Liam hadn’t really established any dynamic like that in their relationship yet. Still, seeing Liam react positively to that excited her.

Turning her attention back to her show, Blake grinned at the camera, thinking about exactly what she had planned for her show. Glancing at the toys she’d laid out next to her, Blake made some adjustments. She hadn’t planned on using her show to tease Liam, and she still wanted him to fuck her brains out after her show, but now that he had his perfect fucking cock out on display, stroking it for *her*, she wanted to see if she could make him explode just from her teasing and his agonizingly slow strokes.

Blake dipped her two fingers deep into her pussy, eyes fluttering and toes curling at the pleasure that rolled through her. She reveled in the feeling of how tight and wet she was for a moment, before withdrawing her glistening, juicy fingers and bringing them to her mouth, locking her gaze with Liam as she sucked her fingers clean.

“Mmm,” she moaned, letting her eyes close for a moment, as she withdrew her now-clean fingers, “I wish you could taste how fucking wet you made me.”

Blake opened her eyes just in time to see Liam’s cock twitch at her words. She brought her fingers back between her legs, stroking herself a bit more. Her viewers wouldn’t think anything of her words–they’d just get excited, believing she’d spoken to them. She had. Just a bit.

*But Liam knows I was talking about him.*

Blake glanced over at him again and shuddered at the unbridled desire that shone in his eyes. As she slipped her fingers as far as she could go into her pussy, Blake moaned, pressing down hard on her clit with the heel of her hand.

*I’m going to make you fucking explode, Liam.*

***

**Liam**

*In, two, three, four. Out, two, three, four.*

Liam repeated the count in his head over and over again, trying to focus on that to keep himself from speeding up his hand.

*Or throwing the laptop and camera to the ground and just pulling Blake to me.*

He didn’t really know what Blake had in mind for him–if she would tell him to do anything else during her show–but the way she’d just ordered him to strip and come sit in front of her had set his blood on fire. He’d already been hard as a rock, but if he hadn’t, Liam thought Blake might have been able to set a record for the shortest time in making someone go from soft to rock hard.

Now, Liam desperately wanted to cum, but he didn’t want to just get himself off. He also wanted to see what Blake had planned, even if it was just getting him to the edge and keeping him there until she finished her show. At the very least, her taking charge like this made Liam much more comfortable with the situation. He could gaze at Blake and stroke himself knowing it was exactly what she wanted him to do.

“Okay, dudes,” Blake said, drawing Liam’s attention, “You got me to play with my pussy, but what’s next?”

Liam watched as Blake alternated between lightly stroking her outer lips and slipping her fingers between them, entranced by how quickly Blake’s pussy juice coated her fingers, making them shine. He wanted to taste that. Her fingers, her pussy, whatever he could.

His cock throbbed as he watched Blake reach around with one had to touch the blue gem on the end of the plug in her ass.

“How about we do something about this? It’s one of my smaller plugs, so it should come out pretty easy, but you’ve gotta earn it.”

Blake locked eyes with him again as the last few words left her mouth, making his cock twitch.

*She’s too damn good at that.*

It made sense–Blake performed for a living. She knew what she was doing. Liam just hadn’t imagined that he would enjoy that aspect of her this much.

As tips flooded in, Liam glanced at his phone. He hesitated for a moment, then used his free hand to pick it up and send Blake a message.

*”What do I have to do to earn it?”*

Liam watched Blake’s face for a reaction as he waited, continuing to stroke his cock. Less than a minute passed before her sparkling blue eyes locked on his. She grinned, then reached a hand over to her keyboard. Liam’s phone buzzed right after she took her hand away.

*”Just keep stroking that big hard cock for me like a good boy and you’ll get your reward.”*

Reading the words made Liam’s cock throb, especially “good boy.” He had to clear his throat, and felt his cheeks somehow heat despite the fact that both he and Blake were basically naked and playing with themselves. He nodded to Blake and did as she said.

“Damn dudes, you really want me to play with my ass, don’t you?” Blake said, grinning, “I didn’t even tell you what I do with it when you hit the goal.”

Blake reached over toward her toys, glancing up at Liam in a way that made his heart pound and his cock twitch, and grabbed one of her larger metal butt plugs–this one also with a blue rhinestone capping the base. One of the ones thick enough to put his cock to shame.

She held it up to the camera, “You guys are almost at the goal. When you get there–” she moved the hand at her pussy down to tap the gem covering her ass, “I’ll take the little one in my ass out and replace it with this one. We just need a–fuck, that was fast. Thank you, guys!”

Tips continued to flood in as Blake set down the larger plug and gripped the base of the plug in her ass with her non-slippery fingers.

“Fuck,” she gasped, pulling out the smaller plug, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Liam’s eyes fixed on her perfect, puckered asshole, glistening with lube.

*I still haven’t licked that,* Liam realized. Maybe he’d be able to do that tonight. Blake usually used coconut oil for lube when she played with her ass, so it would probably taste better than normal, if anything.

Just thinking about tasting Blake’s ass made his cock twitch again.

“Alright dudes,” she said, setting the smaller plug down as she dipped the bigger one in an open jar of coconut oil off camera. Once she seemed satisfied, Blake held it up to the camera, covered in a generous amount of the substance, “You earned it.”

Blake’s eyes locked onto Liam’s and she grinned at him as she lined up the tip. She pushed the huge plug against the tiny hole and twitched, gasping.

“Fuck. Thought I warmed it up a bit better than that.”

Blake continued to work the plug, however, and Liam watched in amazement as her tiny, puckered ring of muscles gave way, letting almost half of it in with seemingly no resistance. She pumped the plug after that, each time stretching herself a little bit more, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

Liam’s eyes went wide when Blake’s ass swallowed up the massive plug. The base covered the bottom part of her pussy.

“Fuck,” Blake gasped, leaning back on the bed, legs spread wide, “You guys have no idea how good that feels.”

For a moment, Blake just lay there, nipples straining the tight T-shirt as her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. After a little bit, Blake’s hand wandered down between her legs, lazily teasing and stroking her wet lips. Liam watched, mesmerized, knowing that taking the plug had to be pretty intense to make Blake need a breather like this. He was sure, however, that the people in her chatroom were just as content as he was to watch her fingers dance over her beautiful, glistening lips like that.

Finally, Blake’s breathing slowed, and she pushed herself up on her elbows, readjusting so that the plug and her dripping pussy were in full view of the camera.

“Fuck,” Blake gasped again, “Sorry about that, dudes. That took a bit to get used to. I needed it, though.” Her eyes swung to Liam’s, “I hate it when I have to go without something filling my ass.”

Liam swallowed, his cock pulsing.

*Fuck…I’m going to have to start finding a way to hold off.*

He could already feel his orgasm approaching. It was distant. Very distant, but he could still feel it.

“Okay. Now that my booty is all nice and full, my pussy needs a bit more attention,” Blake punctuated her words by patting her lower lips in just the right way to produce a little slapping sound, “I’m setting another goal, dudes, and I’ll stick my ass in your faces while you try to reach it. Tell me in your tip notes if you want me to edge with my wand or ride Lt. Dan.”

Blake caught his gaze once she was done setting the goal, biting her lip. Liam didn’t know why but seeing that expression on her made his cock throb. She seemed to know exactly what she’d done, as a moment later, she grinned, then rolled over onto her hands and knees. Legs spread, Blake stuck her ass up in the air. The plug’s base looked even bigger from this angle, digging into her firm cheeks. Her hand appeared between her legs a moment later, fingers stroking her pussy.

Tips rolled in, dings and chimes and even a few waterfalls and “yee-haw’s” sounding as Blake wiggled her ass and fingered herself. She responded with her usual Cherry-peppiness. All of that registered on the periphery of Liam’s mind, however.

His attention was focused on Blake’s incredible behind. How badly he wanted to taste her pussy, squeeze her ass, smack it even.

*She said she has a thing for that, right?*

He knew he’d smacked her ass a few times when they’d had sex over the past few days, but he couldn’t entirely remember how she’d reacted to them. The details of all their escapades tended to blend together into a mix of images and sensations whenever he tried to think about them.

*Fuck, I hope her show doesn’t last too much longer.*

He…he needed Blake. To be able to touch her rather than just watch her.

“Ugh! You fuckers. You really like torturing me, don’t you?”

Blake stuck her tongue out at the camera, then glanced at Liam before reaching for her wand. She turned around sat back against her pillows, legs apart, arm hooked around her leg and spreading her lower lips as she touched the wand’s tip to her clit.

Her eyes flickered up to Liam’s, and she grinned, “Hope you enjoy this, cuz I’m probably going to want to kill someone by the time I finally cum.”

***

**Blake**

Blake exploded with pleasure.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fu–”

She lost the ability to form words. Along with the ability to hang onto her wand or control…anything. As the orgasm Blake had waited almost an hour for crashed into her, she finally lost it.

She wanted to meet Liam’s gaze, to see the way he looked at her while she came, how much he wanted her. Instead she had no choice but to surrender to the waves of pleasure as her body rode them out.

Blake didn’t know how much time passed before she came to her senses, but when she finally found the strength push herself back up on her elbows, her heart felt like it was going to punch through her ribcage. She drew in deep, almost rasping breaths as she managed to focus her eyes on the screen. She blinked a few times before really being able to read anything, and it took a moment for her to realize that the sounds she was hearing were tips coming in.

*Fuck…they really do like watching me fuck myself so hard I lose control.*

Blake bit her lip for a moment, then glanced at Liam. Not his eyes–she didn’t trust herself to do that in this state–just his cock.

That was almost as bad.

Blake swore she could see it throbbing as he stroked it so agonizingly slowly.

*Has he really been doing that this entire time?*

Her orgasm had muddled her memory of the past hour or so.

*He must be close to bursting.*

The underside of his shaft glistened with a thick river of precum that made Blake lick her lips.

*Fuck, I want that in my mouth.*

Not yet, though. She had a bit more planned for her fans, and a bit more teasing for Liam.

“Alright, guys,” she breathed, trying to right herself a bit, “You’re all a bunch of evil fucks for torturing me like that, but I still love you. Though I’m still not convinced that you guys aren’t trying to see if you can make me pull off a death-by-orgasm. Or at least braindeath-by-orgasm. I’ve got one more goal for you dudes to watch me ride Lt. Dan with this huge fucking plug in my ass. Then I’m going to go pass out in a post-orgasm haze for the next few days. You guys want to see that?”

As the tips rolled in, Blake reached over to her keyboard and typed out a message to Liam. She wanted to look up and see his expression as he read it but knew that would be far too dangerous. Her orgasms tended to destroy most of her self-control, and at the moment, she wanted his cock inside her enough that part of her brain was considering asking him to just fuck her on camera, or even just forget about the show and jump on his wonderful dick.

She settled for looking to that dick when his phone buzzed. Her message had been…a bit provocative. Just a little bit.

*”Once I cum, I want you to wait for three minutes, and if I don’t turn off the feed myself at that point, unplug the camera and close my laptop. Then be a good boy and shove that big fucking cock in my mouth.”*

Liam’s hand stopped for a moment in its slow stroking motion. He squeezed the shaft for a moment, making Blake’s pussy tremble, then continued stroking.

*Fuck, I wish that was my hand.*

Blake turned her attention back to her show to find that her viewers had already exceeded the goal.

“Damn, dudes,” she breathed, “You don’t even want to let my poor puffy pussy have a little break, do you?”

She smirked, rolling her eyes at the replies that came through, and reached over to grab Lt. Dan, then situated him so that she could ride him with her ass to the camera, so everyone got a good view.

“So, after Lt. Dan makes me cum,” she said, twisting as she straddled the torso, lining the fake dick up with her needy lips, “I’m probably going to be completely fucked, so that’s gonna be the end of the show. Don’t worry, though, I’ll be back unless Lt. Dan manages to cause death-by-orgasm.”

This time, Blake did risk a glance at Liam’s eyes. Meeting them made something inside her growl, and Blake could think of no other way to keep her from jumping Liam than to slam her ass down on Lt. Dan.

“Oh, fuck!” Blake gasped, brain short-circuiting for a moment at the intensity of what she’d just done.

The plug had made it stop for a moment as it sank into her pussy, only continuing on because she had literally sat down on it rather than lowering her hips as she usually did. The result of stretching her pussy, rubbing against the bulge the plug created, and slamming the tip of the dildo into the back of her pussy was almost too much, riding that fine line between pleasure and pain.

It just made Blake more turned on, more desperate to have Liam’s cock inside her.

With the dildo fully seated inside of her and tips flowing in, Blake paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of being so full and let her holes adjust to the double-intrusion. A part of her just wanted to lie down and enjoy being so wonderfully full, but she had a show to finish and a Liam to tease and then fuck.

Taking a deep breath, Blake adjusted her hips and grabbed at the torso to steady it underneath her. Her viewers–and Liam–would be able to see her expression, which she knew they liked, but she figured that the view combined with the noises she would make would be good enough for them.

Blake started out slow, lifting her hips off Lt. Dan, forcing the dildo past the bulge the massive plug created in the membrane between her pussy and ass. Once only the tip remained within her soaking pussy, she lowered herself again, a bit more carefully this time.

She took the first few stokes at an agonizingly slow pace, getting used to the movement needed to force the rubbery dildo past the massive plug. It took all her effort not to just slam her hips up and down on the fake cock.

Eventually she did speed up, however. Blake thought she would have gone insane if she’d kept that tantalizingly slow pace. Closing her eyes, moans and gasps slipping from her lips at the delicious friction inside her, Blake conjured an image of Liam stroking his cock to her. It leaked delicious precum furiously.

*Fuck, I want that in my mouth.*

Blake could feel sweat beading on her skin now as she worked toward another orgasm, blood on fire. She imagined what would happen after that. Liam turning off her camera, closing her laptop, and cupping her cheek affectionately before pressing his cock against her lips, then shoving it into her mouth.

Thinking of Liam’s thick, precum-coated cock stretching her throat sent Blake over the edge.

“Fuck!” Blake cried. Her holes exploded, mind shattering. Some small part of her that was still in control kept pumping the dildos in and out of her ass, knowing that she likely would not be able to start again if she stopped. The rest of Blake’s mind, however, was gone.

As Blake’s orgasm crashed over her, Lt. Dan’s cock became Liam’s. His big, thick, warm cock pounded her pussy relentlessly. He was behind her, cock seated in her ass, below her, fucking her pussy, in the chair watching her getting fucked into oblivion.

Blake surrendered to it, moaning and writhed as the two Liams fucked her while the other watched.

At some point, Blake stopped fucking herself, collapsing onto Lt. Dan with the fake cock still inside her. Her pussy pulsed and clenched around it as her ass clamped down on the plug stretching her ass.

Blake heard movement behind her, and as tired as her pussy was, it grew wetter, twitching in anticipation. Blake licked her lips without realizing what she’d done.

A moment later, something pressed onto the bed beside her. Then Liam’s hand pushed against her cheek. Blake smiled, a wonderful, contented warmth spreading through her.

Then she felt it. A hot, spongey, slick tip against her lips. A smile spread across her face as she opened her mouth, accepting Liam’s cock into her mouth, tongue darting out to taste his wonderful, salty precum, and that taste that was just him. Liam’s hands moved to her hair, smoothing some out of her face before his fingers tangled in her hair, fingertips resting against her scalp.

Then he thrust his cock into her waiting mouth, and both of them moaned in unison.

*Oh fuck, yes!*

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