Page 60 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

Not screaming, I think bitterly.

All I do is hum just as the microwave stops.

“Busy day?” I ask as I stir the oatmeal and then restart the microwave. I return to my spot, leaning on the counter and holding my very hot mug of coffee.

“Yeah, I’m working with someone new over in Van Nuys.” She turns to face me and sits on the mat, indicating that she’s near the end of her exercise. “She’s a cute little sub. Can’t wait to get my hands on her.”

The mischief dancing in those eyes makes me smile. I’ve enjoyed watching Natalie grow as a creator, even before we lived together. We were mutuals on social media for over a year before we met in person.

The microwave stops again, but I ignore the loud beeping. I blow on the coffee and bring it to my lips, keeping my eyes on my roommate. The microwave beeps again. She closes her eyes to breathe slowly, in and out as a third round of insistent beeping fills the air.

“Please open the microwave. I can’t handle verbally abusive kitchen appliances today.”

After breakfast, I set to work. I angle the tripod ring lights toward the bed in the studio, one at each corner. I attach my webcam to one and plug it into my laptop. The rolling desk that we keep in the corner of the room goes beside the bed with my laptop sitting on it, facing toward the bed so I can read the chat.

I quickly change into a red lingerie set, then slip on a floral, silk robe. I lay out a waterproof blanket, not wanting to dirty the sheets for this activity, and set a few toys on it, off to the side. I’ve chosen a clit sucking toy, three dildos of varying sizes, and a vibrating wand.

Connecting my phone to the Bluetooth speaker on the bedside table, I search through the playlists I use for my cam sessions. Some of the lists are more playful while others sound more like what the internet lovingly refers to asbaby-making music. I choose playful, then get settled on the bed and drape the robe over my breasts, just barely covering them. My belly button is visible through the opening.

I cross my legs and prepare to start the broadcast. First, however, I grab one of the dildos and suck the tip into my mouth, taking a selfie to share on the social media platforms and let my followers and fans know that I’m about to go live.

After a deep breath, I tap the button to begin and plaster a smile on my face.

I raise my hands over my head and stretch, wiggling my torso so that my breasts and belly jiggle. This movement causes the robe to fall open further. I hear the chime indicating that someone has sent a message in the chat and I glance at the computer, humming in disappointment.

“No tip, no response, babes,” I chirp.

I smirk and slip the robe from my shoulders. The material glides down my tawny skin, revealing my hodgepodge of tattoos as it moves. I lick my lips and then catch my bottom one between my teeth, attempting a seductive look. I’m sure I succeed, but I always feel a bit like a moron when I do that sort of thing.

“What can I do next?” I moan.

I require at least one token for a response, but a single token is only worth ten cents. Still, it’s better than nothing. I fight the urge to roll my eyes and respond that I live in LA.

I bring my hands up and play with my nipples, ignoring the message about meeting up. I moan as my fingers tug and pinch, but I can’t do this forever. I hope to see something else pop up soon.

I continue playing, but I’m getting bored. Most cam sessions start this way, so I’m not worried. The longer I’m online, the more viewers I’ll get. The higher the viewer count, the further up the main page I’ll be listed.

Now, I roll my eyes. There will always be people like him who want something for nothing, but the chat begins to fill up with comments. Most don’t accompany tips, so I just watch. One viewer tips enough for me to begin playingwith my clit over my panties and I oblige, leaning back on the pillows and moving my legs to give the camera the right view. My fingers rub and circle while I moan, despite it being only vaguely pleasurable.

Another tip comes through for the menu item requesting that I shake my ass for the camera. I roll over and raise onto my hands and knees before shaking my backside. This only lasts a few seconds before I roll over to lie back down.

Each tip escalates after that. Once my clothes are on the floor, the broadcast is a whirl of toys being requested for use in all of my holes. I follow along, attempting to give each tipper several seconds of fun, if not more. The direct messages begin to light up, but I don’t check. While the main chat is being filled with tips, there’s no reason for me to break off into a solo cam session.

After a couple of hours, I find myself lying on my side. The vibrating wand is tucked between my legs, focused on my clit, but without so much pressure that an orgasm is anywhere nearby. I have a small dildo in my mouth and a slightly larger one in my asshole, gently fucking myself as the tips continue to roll in.

I pull the dildo from my mouth momentarily and grin at the message.

“You got it,” I purr, speeding up the movement behind me and closing my eyes. I return to sucking on the toy in my mouth.

I let my head fall back and, as pleasure builds, drop the dildo from my mouth to focus on what’s happening below my waist. Putting more pressure on my clit with the vibrator is what sends me over the edge as I shove the toy all the way inside me. Knees bent, my toes curl and I cry out as the orgasm races through me. I milk it for all it’s worth, moaning and whimpering to put on a show.

When the waves subside, I slide the dildo from my ass, suppressing a shiver as the length leaves me, and hold it up for the viewers. I simultaneously turn off the vibrator to keep it from overstimulating me.

“Who wants to clean this up for me?” I ask with a smile. Several messages come in from volunteers and I laugh. “Oh, you boys are so wonderful to me. But I think I have to end this broadcast for now. I’ll see you all next week. Bye!”

I wave and use my clean hand to stop the broadcast.

“I can’t get up,” I mutter, lying back on the waterproof blanket and dropping the toys, eyes fluttering closed. There’s a knock on the door. “Come in,” I sigh.

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