Page 36 of Bad for Me

I held up a small egg vibrator, then an enormous dildo shaped like a tentacle. It was gonna split me open, and it was gonna feel so fucking good. Plus, they’d pay a fortune to see me fuck myself with it. And finally, thepièce de résistance—a set of nipple clamps with bells on the ends. I’d never used them before, but figured they couldn’t be too bad, and suspected my viewers would lose their minds over watching me hurt myself.

Manipulative and ugly? Sure. But I was in this for the money, not to satisfy some closet exhibitionist streak.

I kept up the patter, running my hands up and down my body and through my hair, warming up and loosening up, chatting with my fans as I relaxed.

ILikeWaynal:/tip $20

ILikeWaynal:take the sweatshirt off, baby girl

“Sure thing, baby,” I said, licking my lips and scooting around on the bed as if I were getting turned on.

Oh, who was I kidding? Half the fun of this was that itdidturn me on. I eased my sweatshirt up, inch by sultry inch, revealing my thighs, my pretty lace panties, and eventually, my toned stomach.

ShowMeYourTats:/tip $20

ShowMeYourTats:faster

I laughed softly, then winked at the camera. It didn’t matter that everyone on the other side of the screen could be gross neckbeards. They wanted me, and it was hot that they were willing to pay me to strip for them. When I lifted the sweatshirt over my head and threw it to the ground beside me, revealing my push-up bra and the creamy curves of my breasts, the screen overflowed with clapping emojis.

I teased myself, imagining a hot, handsome stranger running his hands up my thighs, over the muscles of my stomach, teasing my breasts, cupping them and kneading them. I hummed with pleasure as need shot through me.

TickleYourTaco:Show us your tits!

RockHard420:Hey! A little respect!

I blushed, knowing that one of my viewers, a regular, defended me. Loose and relaxed, I pinched my nipples, gasping at the sharp pleasure that shot straight to my clit. I threw my head back and moaned, my humiliation over performing for these strangers to pay my rent, mixing with my desire in a heady combination that ratcheted up my need.

Rolling my hips, I dragged my fingers up my sides, then dug them into the fullness of my breasts, knowing it would drive the viewers wild. Were they touching themselves to me? Did they find the idea that they could pay me to perform as titillating as I did?

I dropped to my hands and knees, then pressed my chest to the coverlet, pressing down so they could see the heart shape of my ass and the curve of my back.

Slowly, so slowly, I dragged myself upright again, then reached behind me to unhook my bra. Tips streamed in as I shook my chest, my breasts jiggling for the camera.

“Oops!” I giggled as I dropped my bra on the floor beside the bed, revealing my breasts to my viewers, my nipples already hard and puckered, aching to be touched.

There was only me, though. I cupped my breasts, bouncing them gently and thumbing my nipples. My moan was exaggerated, but the viewers ate it up, sending words of encouragement, telling me to touch myself, to squeeze them, to get closer. I crawled forward, my breasts dangling in front of me, so the camera could get a closeup, before backing off again.

“Is this what you wanted?” I asked coyly.

ShowMeYourTats:use the vibe

ShowMeYourTats:/tip $10

Yeeesssssssssss. I grabbed the vibrator from beside me and licked it, keeping my eyes locked on the camera as I covered it in spit. When I turned it on, the buzz startled me, it was so strong. I dragged it down my chest, then on top of the lace of my panties, teasing my clit through the fabric.

My quiet whine startled me, and I had to fight the temptation to set the vibrator on a pillow and grind against it, bringing myself to a quick and satisfying climax.

No, these viewers were paying for a show, and I had to give them one, even if I ached to make myself come right then and there.

“It feels so good,” I moaned, my hips jerking forward of their own volition. “Fuccccccccccccccck.”

As with every show, I focused on how I was making myself feel, and my self-consciousness disappeared as I played with myself for my invisible audience. I cupped one breast, pinching my nipple between two fingers and moaning as pain and pleasure mingled, imagining I wasn’t alone, that someone else was touching me. An image of my stepbrother looking down at me with cruelty in his eyes flashed through my mind and I whined softly, embarrassed that I was thinking of him, turned on by the pain I was sure he’d inflict.

ShowMeYourTats:Get naked.

ShowMeYourTats:/tip $25

Tips scrolled up my screen, and I forced myself to stop the motion of my hips against my hand, halting the crest of my climax. Hiding my frustration at my arrested release, I turned off the vibrator, then shuffled back to a sitting position, my legs in front of me and my ankles crossed.

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