Page 50 of Shameful Addictions

Mamba went behind the camera. “When you’re ready,” he said, the phrase which, by now, had become as familiar to her as a director shouting “Action!”

Charlotte gave her intro and then moved on to the subject of the day. Lacking a script, she turned off her brain and let her instincts take over. The words flowed as easily as if she had always known what she would say, like she had been born for this role.

“You all have read the title of the video, so you know what this is about. Remember how I’ve been telling you that you need to know what you like so you can sexually degrade yourself for boys? Some of you might be asking, but Charlotte, how am I supposed to know what I like when I don’t have any experience? And that’s a great question.”

Charlotte kept her legs spread for the video, one hand resting on her inner thigh, fingers draped next to her pussy.

“I’m going to show you today how you can practice sexual acts on yourself. I haven’t done any of this before, so I’m going to be learning right along with you, in real-time.” Charlotte leaned forward, speaking earnestly to her imaginary viewers. “I’ve gone through this change in my life very recently. It’s not easy and it can feel overwhelming. But the more you do it, the easier it gets. Soon, you won’t doubt yourself at all.”

She saw Mamba nodding from behind the camera. Approving of her. Approving of what she had said, which had come from her heart. She really meant it. How, why, she didn’t know, but it was out there and she couldn’t take it back.

She couldn’t go back.

Once she had made that admittance to herself, she realized she wasn’t having to force herself to shut off her mind anymore. It was off, and perhaps it would stay off forever.

No time to think.

Charlotte reached towards her props. She gestured with her hand at each of them in succession. Subtle movements from behind the studio lights told her Mamba was moving the cameras, presumably to get a shot of the objects. “As you can see here, I’ve got a whole bunch of things that pretty much anyone has in their home. If it can fit inside you, you can fuck yourself with it. Just be careful. Don’t pick something that’s too small and can get stuck. Notice what all these have in common?” Charlotte chose the toothbrush and the stuffed animal, holding them both up in front of herself to show the camera. “All of these objects can be easily held in your hand and pushed inside your pussy or ass. Most of them have a handle. Sure, that’s for their other purposes, but they also do the job for our purposes, too. So, let’s pick one of these and get started.”

Charlotte looked down at the objects, thinking hard. She bit her lip in an alluring way, to make the visual of her sitting there more appealing. Perhaps an editor could cut in a shot of the objects again. Or maybe Mamba was already doing that, manipulating the camera again.

Charlotte decided to go with the stuffed animal. She held it up. “This is a stuffed bunny. It doesn’t matter what kind of animal yours is. It doesn’t even have to be yours if you don’t have any. Just borrow one from a friend or sibling. So, let’s start off as easy as we can. First, you want to rub yourself with it, like this.”

Keeping her legs spread, she brought the stuffed rabbit to her pussy and pressed its furry body to her sex. Its fluffy surface felt especially good on her swollen pussy lips, surprising her.

“Fuck,” she moaned aloud. “Doesn’t that feel so good? Just rub yourself with it, like you’d rub your pussy with your hand.”

Charlotte angled herself to give the camera a better look at what she was doing, hiking one of her legs up on the couch and planting the foot of her other leg firmly on the floor. She held the rabbit’s torso in her hand and rubbed it firmly on herself, rocking her hips against it. The fuzz tickled her clit and she found herself wanting more of that.

“Something else you can do is straddle the stuffed animal.”

Charlotte got on her knees, repositioning herself over the toy.

“And hump on it, like this.”

She demonstrated, fucking her hips forward and down, bucking on the toy.

“Now, this is all great, but the thing is, it might be too soft for you to really be able to enjoy it. If you want something a little more interesting…”

A sudden, extremely slutty thing sprang into Charlotte’s mind. She reached down and grabbed the stuffed toy and held its floppy ears in her hand. She pushed the bunny ears up into her pussy, shoving them in, coating them in her juices. Now the stuffed animal dangled from her sex. A pleasant sensation of fullness came from her pussy.

“You can clench and squeeze on it with your pussy, like this.” Charlotte showed the camera, clenching her inner pussy muscles tight around the bunny’s ears. “And you can do this with one of its limbs, or a tail if your toy has one. But that’s enough of that. Let’s move on to something more exciting.”

Charlotte unclenched her trembling muscles, releasing the toy. She pulled the ears out of her pussy. They were dark, heavy with her juices. She tossed the toy aside and went back to her tools.

“Now, not everyone may have access to stuffed animals. But everyone should have one of these.” Charlotte lifted the toothbrush. It was one of the more expensive kinds, with a thicker, rounded handle and a rubber grip. She held it upside down, with the handle up and the bristles down. “Let’s try this out.”

Charlotte got back into her first position, with her pussy angled for the camera. She brought the tip of the handle to her wet entrance and rubbed it all around in a circle. “Use lube. Or Vaseline. Or butter. Or your own wetness. Or nothing, if you like how it feels to go in dry. And then you put it inside you. You have a hole, so fill it.”

Charlotte thrust the handle of the toothbrush inside herself, knowing she was wet enough to take it. She pushed it in as far as she could go until the side of her fist pushed on her swollen lips. She gasped out and bent her head forward as the toothbrush handle jabbed hard at her inner walls.

“Ohh, I just discovered something!” She actually felt excited. “This is so thin, you can angle it and fuck yourself in different spots! I wonder if I can find…”

Charlotte started fucking herself harder, angling the brush this way and that. Each thrust brought a hot flash of pleasure, shaking her whole body. She searched for that elusive spot inside her, the female’s one-way ticket to orgasm.

“Hmm,” she gasped. “I’m not finding it. Maybe closer to the front…”

Charlotte started thrusting a little more purposefully, not going so deep into her pussy. Everything suddenly felt so much better that she knew she was going in the right direction. She tilted her wrist and thrust in.

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