My First Ever Livestream

I hesitated as I clicked the "Go Live" button on the screen, my heart pounding in my chest. My friends had been raving about this new app where you could make extra money by streaming yourself masturbating, and I figured, why not give it a try? I grabbed my phone and set it up on a tripod, making sure to adjust the angle so that everything would be visible. I took a deep breath, telling myself that there was nothing to be nervous about.

As I waited for viewers to start rolling in, I decided to make things a little more interesting by using some of the sex toys that I had bought but never really had the courage to try out before. I grabbed a cock ring from my bedside table and slipped it on, feeling a thrill run through me as I tightened it around my already hardening shaft. Next, I reached for my trusty fleshlight, coating it generously with lube before sliding it over my length.

The comments started rolling in as soon as I began, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as I read them. "Show us how you fuck that toy," one person wrote, and I couldn't help but laugh as I began to thrust into the fleshlight, imagining that it was the girl I had been crushing on for weeks. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the fantasy, feeling my cock swell and throb inside the tight, slick walls of the masturbator.

It wasn't long before I realized just how much more exciting masturbation could be with an audience. Every moan and gasp that escaped my lips seemed amplified by the presence of others, and I found myself growing louder and more uninhibited as the minutes ticked by. I could feel my climax building, my balls tightening and my thighs shaking as I approached the edge.

And then, just as I was about to cum, I heard a loud, insistent knock on my door. I froze, my heart racing as I tried to figure out what to do. Should I answer it? Ignore it? I couldn't stop the loud moans that were still echoing through the room, a testament to my intense pleasure.

The knocking grew louder, more insistent, and with a sinking feeling, I realized that there was only one thing I could do. I quickly grabbed a towel, wiping myself off as I stumbled towards the door. I could feel my face flushing with embarrassment as I pulled it open, expecting to see a disapproving neighbor or angry landlord.

But instead, I was met with the smiling face of the girl I had been fantasizing about.

"Hey," she said, her voice casual and friendly. "I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd stop by. But I guess I picked the wrong time..."

I was speechless, my mind racing as I tried to come up with an explanation. But before I could say a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, her tongue exploring my mouth with a hunger that matched my own. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as I felt my cock beginning to stiffen once again.

"I've been watching you," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "And I have to say, you put on quite a show."

She walked in and propped herself in front of my still-on camera setup. I followed after her, feeling a little embarrassed that I was caught and uncomfortable with my dick still poking through the towel.

I let out a groan with my hips bucking as I felt her hand wrap around my shaft. She stroked me slowly, teasingly, her fingers slick with the residue of my previous release. I could feel myself growing harder and more desperate with every stroke, my need for her overwhelming.

And then, without warning, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock. I gasped, my hands instinctively reaching for her hair as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet and eager. I could feel myself teetering on the edge once again, my balls drawing up tight as I fought to hold back.

But it was no use. With a strangled cry, I felt myself exploding, my release filling her mouth as she swallowed every drop. She continued to suck and lick at me, her fingers stroking the sensitive skin of my shaft as I shuddered and gasped.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. She stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at me with a mischievous grin.

"I think I might have to come by more often," she said, her voice low and sultry.

I just stood there mouth agape, looking at her as she approached my door.

And as I watched her walk away, her hips swaying enticingly, I knew that I wouldn't have it any other way.

I looked back to the live-steam chat and scrolled through it. A comment by one “sexybunnybj” caught my attention; “I’ll be tasting that big cock of yours soon.”