Chapter 41 FUCK MACHINE CAM SHOW PART 2
It was from my top tipper, the one who always pushed me further. My heart skipped, a mix of thrill and nerves twisting in my chest. I'd never tried double in one hole with the machine before, but the idea lit me up—exposing myself even more, giving them something wild and new.
'You want that, huh?' I read aloud, my voice breathy and teasing. 'Both in my pussy... fuck, that sounds intense.'
More tips rained in, the chat begging: 'Do it!' 'Yes, queen!' I bit my lip, the machine still fucking me steady, building that edge I craved.
With a deep breath, I hit pause on the remote, the sudden stop leaving me empty and aching. My holes twitched, protesting the loss. I shifted on the bed, angling the arms closer together. The pussy dildo was thick, veined silicone, at least eight inches long, and the anal one slimmer but textured. Both glistened with my wetness.
Kneeling up, I spread my legs wide for the camera, giving everyone a clear shot of my dripping folds.
'Watch this, loves. I'm gonna force them both in.' Emotions swirled—excitement at the challenge, a touch of fear at the stretch, but mostly that deep trust in my body and my audience. They'd seen me take so much; this was just another layer of intimacy.
I grabbed the lube bottle and squirted more over both tips, then guided the thicker one to my entrance first. Pushing down, it slid in easy, my pussy welcoming the familiar girth. Walls hugged it tight, still sensitive from before. Then came the second— I pressed the ridged head against my already filled lips, right beside the first. It resisted at first, my pussy stretched thin around one toy. I rocked my hips, bearing down, and felt the tip pop past the ring of muscle.
'Fuck, it's tight,' I groaned, pain mixing with pleasure as I inched it deeper. Inch by inch, I forced it in, my folds parting wide, the stretch burning so good. My clit throbbed untouched, and I reached down to rub it again, easing the intensity. Finally, both were buried deep, my pussy stuffed fuller than ever, the dual pressure hitting nerves I didn't know I had.
I powered the machine on low, testing. The arms thrust together now, both dildos pounding my pussy in unison. Holy shit, it was overwhelming—the friction of them sliding against each other inside me, rubbing my walls from every angle.
'Oh my god, it's so full,' I cried out, my voice breaking. Juices squirted with each slam, my pussy lips swollen and red, gripping the bases like a vice. I spread my knees wider, arching my back to take more, the camera capturing the obscene sight: my curvy body rocking, tits heaving, blonde hair wild. The chat lost it—emojis exploding, tips pouring.
That emotional high surged; I felt powerful, desired, like I was giving them a piece of my soul with every thrust.
I ramped the speed, the machine fucking me harder, the dildos churning my insides. My fingers flew over my clit, rubbing furious circles that made stars burst behind my eyes.
'Feels like I'm being split open... but I love it,' I moaned, locking eyes with the lens. Sweat slicked my skin, my ass clenching empty now, jealous but forgotten in the pussy's frenzy. The build was fast, heat flooding my belly, emotions crashing with the physical—gratitude for these fans who pushed me, love for this life that let me be free. My walls fluttered, squeezing both toys, the stretch turning pure ecstasy.
After what felt like forever but was probably minutes of relentless pounding, my pussy ached from the abuse, sore and satisfied. I needed to switch it up, chase that next peak.
'Okay, now for my ass,' I whispered, voice thick with lust.
Pausing the machine, I pulled both dildos out with a wet pop, my pussy gaping slightly, cum dripping down. Lube poured fresh over them, and I repositioned, turning to face away from the camera, ass high. Spreading my cheeks, I showed them my tight hole, winking and ready.
'Both in here... gonna wreck my ass for you.' The vulnerability hit hard—this was deeper, more exposing, but their cheers in the chat made me bold.
The first dildo, the thicker one, went in smooth; my ass had loosened from earlier, swallowing it greedily. Then the second—I pressed it alongside, the ring stretching impossibly wide. It burned, a sharp sting that made me hiss, but I pushed through, fingers digging into my cheeks.
'So fucking tight,' I whimpered, tears pricking as it finally sank in. Both filled my ass now, the ridges and veins pressing together, creating insane pressure. I felt so full, so owned by the toys and the gaze of a million eyes. Starting slow, the machine thrust, both dildos reaming my ass deep. The sensation was intense—deeper than pussy, dirtier, every slide dragging fire and pleasure.
I cranked the speed, fucking myself hard, hips slamming down to meet each stroke. My hand snaked around to rub my clit again, the combo overwhelming.
'Yes, pound my ass!' I screamed, body shaking. The chat fueled me: 'Cum in that ass!' Emotions peaked with the physical—raw need, connection, the thrill of being their star.
My ass clenched around both, milking them as the orgasm built like a storm. Tits swaying, I pinched a nipple, the pain tipping me over. It hit hard, ripping through me; I came with a guttural cry, body convulsing, cum squirting from my untouched pussy onto the bed. Waves crashed, ass spasming wildly around the double invasion, prolonging the bliss.
Panting, I slowed the machine but didn't stop, aftershocks tingling. The viewers demanded more, and my body, though spent, hungered for the next rush. 'What do you want now?' I teased, voice soft and inviting, ready to keep going.