I must have missed the button or something, clicked somewhere other than disconnect because I left the camera on. They could see everything.
After a long gaming session of streaming I decided to take a break. Normally my breaks were eating and drinking. Normally they didn’t involve sitting in front of the computer.
But I had a craving today.
Switching to those videos. Touching myself. Pleasing myself until I brought myself right to the edge of satisfaction before my boyfriend burst in.
He told me the camera was still on and I blushed with embarrassment. But the heat in my cheeks just built another heat, and before I knew it I was putting on a show. My whole audience watching me.
I’ve never felt like this before.
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In my current fantasy, she was me and he was one of my fans. In my current fantasy they were having the same reaction to me, they were wanting me as much as he wanted her. They couldn’t get enough.
Pushing back in my chair I played my finger up and down the fabric of my panties, getting them damp with my juices as I pressed the fabric in my lips a little and felt my pussy throbbing with need.
“Oh god I need to get fucked,” I whispered out loud, “Oh fuck I want it.”
I wanted it so bad. So badly I wanted to be her. I wanted a firm young fan like that to thrust his hot fucking cock inside of me and fuck me on camera. I wanted to be fucked and I wanted them to watch.
On screen, they were working to a fever pitch. The guy fucking her was having trouble holding out and she told him to relax. She told him to enjoy it.
Moving off of him she took him into her mouth and pleasured him, bringing him up to his climax as she worked further and further.
“Stupid girl,” I muttered, “You didn’t even cum, and you’re going to get him to cum all over your face when you should take it deep inside of you.”
I moaned at the thought of that. The thought of someone cumming deep in my pussy while everyone watched us. I was so fucking close I could feel it bubbling at the edge of me. I could feel it building in a way I couldn’t deny.
It was pressing on me.
“Oh fuck I could do so much better than you, you slut,” I moaned, “I could take that load good and proper. I could take that load without fucking wasting it.”
I was close now. I could feel it building in me, the heat and excitement as my eyes closed and I imagined it. I pictured myself getting fucked by a fan while the cameras rolled, live on my stream for everyone to watch.
It was right there, prickling at the edges of me. I could feel it building. Could feel the desire and need bubbling under the surface and rising. Rising so fast.
The door burst open and I shrieked in panic and alarm, covering myself and turning to the door to find my boyfriend standing breathless in the doorway.
“Get out,” I shrieked.
“Wait,” he shouted, hands up to try to defend himself as he walked over to my computer and flipped the tab over to the other window. The window I had never closed. The window to my livestream.
I was live. I was on the air. They had seen everything.
Not just me but my screen, I’d been broadcasting my porn and the image of myself masturbating to it. None of it was hidden now. I was exposed for everyone to see.
And I realized in that moment a truth, staring at the screen and grabbing the wrist of my boyfriend as he went to move the mouse over to click me and disconnect me. I looked at the window, panting heavily with need. I looked at the donations and viewer count, higher than I’d ever seen before.
Oh god, I wanted this. I needed it so bad.