Page 9 of Lucky Shot

I lift my body, until only the very tip of the toy is left inside of me and slam back down, my bare breasts bouncing with the motion, as I brace one of my hands on the muscled silicone pecs. I make sure the camera is getting a great view of my tight hole being forced to stretch, and accommodate the massive dildo. It’s almost too much; it’s so large and girthy, that there’s a slight hint of pain every time I force my body to bottom out, and it only seems to push me further to chase my rapidly rising orgasm. I can hear how wet I am, the soundloud and obscene in the otherwise silent room. The smell of my arousal, mixed with the sandalwood candle I’m burning, the feel of the pewter silk sheets below my shins, and the sensation of the mattress bouncing to my motions, just adds another level to my hedonistic, depraved experience. I remove my hand from the toy and pinch one of my nipples; the additional hit of pain is exactly what I need, to push me right over the scorching edge. My legs begin to shake as the electricity races through my limbs, and sweat trickles down my body. My core tightens on the toy, as I’m propelled right over the precipice, my breath coming in ragged pants, my pulse rising in tempo as my eyes close tightly, and I release my hold on reality, and come in a gush. “Fuck,fuck, so good. Look at how you make me come,“ I moan, as my body trembles and sags with mini aftershocks.

I collapse to the side, allowing the toy to slip from within my swollen pussy, and stare breathlessly at the camera with a content smile. The chat is alive with comments, and token tips for my performance. I pull the wireless keyboard closer to me, and begin to respond to some of the less crude ones.

User: Justanotherkinkygirl11

So beautiful, thank you for the great show.

User: Pops19

What a beautiful pussy you have. I wish I could fuck it hard like you’re fucking that toy.

User: yourmomsahoe14

Fuck your ass next, pretty girl. I wanna see that hole stretch too.

User: Imyourbitch22

What a dirty whore you are. You rode that toy like a champ.

User: Bobonahunt21

I want to lick up all your yummy juices.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

You are so beautiful when you come.

The last username is new to me. I haven’t seen it on here before, and it causes my heart to jump inside my chest. All the aftereffects of my orgasm instantly evaporate, as a hint of anxiety hits my bloodstream, and I click on that profile, only to see that they are a new subscriber, and there’s no other information on them available. That’s not an average naughty screen name. I know what a shillelagh is, and for a moment, I panic that someone from my previous life has found me. I respond to his comment, gnawing down on my lip, my fingers quivering above the keyboard as I await a reply. Breathe, Phoebe, it’s a coincidence. You’re jumping at nothing.

User: Ladypoison

Thank you, welcome to my channel.

I notice Stallion69 hasn’t been back since our last private chat, and I wonder if he’s moved on to watching someone else. The thought makes me sad. I enjoyed his commanding presence, and the way he made me feel beautiful, desirable, and yet naughty. I am not ashamed to admit I have a Dom-submissive kink, and he was so good at ordering me around.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

Do you offer private chats, beautiful?

I hesitate with my fingers poised over the keyboard, and I weigh my options. If it really was someone from my past, or a part of my family, would they dare to ask to see me naked in a one-on-one chat? I can’t imagine my psycho brother sitting around watching me perform porn, or that he would allow any of his soldiers to witness that. No, if my family knew where I was and what I was doing, I’d already be dead. A pair of hazel eyes pop into my mind, and I quickly push away the memories of who they belong to. I don’t need to destroy the rest of my night,and thinking about him will have me in the fetal position, sobbing.

Another memory tries to sneak past my defenses, of someone who I thought would never hurt me, and ended up causing me unmeasurable pain with their selfishness, and showed me their true character. “Fuck him,” I whisper out loud, as my body tenses with just the image of his lying betrayer face, and the urge to break stuff around me tries to plummet me into a downward spiral.

No, this man can’t be either of them. They wouldn’t be able to watch me pleasure myself for strangers. They are both insufferably arrogant, and controlling assholes. Both of them behaved like I was some bone to fight over that they had a right to, regardless of my wishes. A small smile graces my lips, at the thought of their expressions once I abandoned them all, and disappeared off the face of the planet. It serves both of them, and my brother, right for underestimating me, and my desire for freedom.Go dtachtfadh an diabhal thú.

I wonder if this new subscriber could be my‘hoodie guy’. There’s a great chance of it being him watching me on here. The thought both thrills and disturbs me, but not in the reasonable and sane way a normal person would be, at being stalked by a man who could have nefarious intentions. His last message definitely seemed to imply that. A part of me lights up with a craving for danger. There’s something dark, hungry, and twisted inside of me, something that yearns for things I’m not supposed to. What sane person, on the run from their whole mafia underworld, has the desire to be chased, brought down to the ground, and used, without being able to say a word in protest? It makes me question my own sanity, and the darkness that lives inside of me, the one that seems to rise more and more, clawing its way to the surface.

Get it together, Phoebe, something inside of you is not all there. We don’t need any more hazards thrown our way. We are already drowning without a damn lifejacket.

My fingers slide across the keyboard before I can change my mind, as I swallow the anxiety I’m feeling. I know that if I don’t respond, I won’t be able to let this go, and it will continue to make me anxious, and my nerves are already close to the breaking point. Not that going on a private chat, with a person hiding behind a screen name, is going to solve all my problems, but maybe I can feel out the situation and see if it’s him.Wishful thinking. I might as well start believing in leprechauns, and pots of gold at the end of a rainbow too, while I’m at it.

User: Ladypoison

I do offer private chats for a select few. My rates are pinned to my board. If you would like to proceed, I can send you a private chat and a payment portal.

I keep responding to other subscribers, some of which are loyal, and have been with me from the very beginning. I’m not sure I could explain to anyone outside of this world how their attention makes me feel good about myself, even if some of their messages are a bit repulsive. It’s like, for this hour in time, I can be a part of their fantasies, and they can be a part of mine. We are all hiding behind masks and screens, and as much as it’s a bit depraved, dark, and dirty, it’s also safe and rewarding. Maybe I’m making this moment of their day better, and at the same time, they are helping me stay alive, complete school, and live as normal a life as I am likely to get, under the circumstances.

User: Strokemyshillelagh

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