LI: About Ready to Kill Someone
Blake and Liam
Challenge, accepted, Blake.
Blake
Blake brought the vibrator back to her pussy, shuddering.
"Oh, thank god, fuck," She moaned, "Oh, seven was the most in one day, not one hour."
She only got a few seconds into using the vibrator this time.
"Oh my god! Are you serious? You little--" Blake cut off, biting her lip as she glared at the screen, then continued in a sing-song voice, "I don't like you."
Blake knew that her regulars liked making her lose it a bit and get all sassy, and she knew she would feel the same in their position--she'd gone onto Chloe's shows more than a few times just to fuck with her--but in the moment she was just getting frustrated, "I don't like you, Ken, we're not friends anymore."
A moment later, the same user tipped again, letting her use the wand once more.
Ah! Thank you!" Blake said, smiling "We're friend's again, Trev. I love you."
The show seemed to go on like that for hours. Blake would get soooo close, twitching uncontrollably, moaning so loud she knew Marie and Sophie could hear. She let loose increasingly long streams of expletives every time they made her stop. She was just edging over and over again, making it feel like it had been years since she'd had any release.
But the tips kept rolling in, and--from her regulars, at least--they got bigger and bigger every time.
At one point, Blake's body just started twitching uncontrollably. The lightest brush of her hair over her nipple would make her hiss with pleasure. Her blood pounded in her ears as she played with herself, head fuzzing as she surrendered more and more control over her body to the sensations radiating out from her pussy.
Every time Blake stopped, she found herself out of breath, body tingling with the vibrations of pleasure that flowed out through the vibrator. More than a few times Blake had gotten so close just for someone to tip a massive amount and make her stop.
About twenty minutes into the game, wand pressed firmly against her pussy, legs twitching as her pleasure spiked higher and higher with every passing second, a massive tip came in with a "Yee-haw."
Blake felt her eyes turn to saucers as she flicked off the vibrator.
"No, no," she half-panted, half-whined in a pitiful voice as she threw her head back onto the pillows, letting the wand fall to the bed, "no, no, no, Noooo! Ah!" she shrieked in frustration, teeth clenched to keep a smile on her face.
I need to fucking cum!
"Why?" she demanded, bringing a hand to her face to help hide her annoyance, using the other to stroke her poor puffy pussy, "Why? Why, why, why, why, whyyyy? Ugh, why, why, whyyy? Oh my god, John!"
She threw her head back again, legs falling open as she used two fingers to rub circles over her soaked lips, "Ugh."
Blake hooked her leg back under her leg, spreading her pussy for the camera with both hands. She shivered at the sensations that ran through her body--her pussy was so sensitive that even touching its edges threatened to make her gasp, "You guys hate me, don't you? Jesus! I'm gonna start a Little-Fuck Club made up of everyone who keeps me from cumming."
Blake took another swig from her giant water bottle, then started rubbing her clit in small circles, taking a deep breath at the pleasure it sent through her.
"Oh, my god," she said, adjusting her hair.
Liam wouldn't be that mean to me, would he?
Blake almost laughed at the thought. Of course, he would. She'd make sure of it, and then she'd be just as mean. Both of them would love it and both of them would want to kill each other while they were doing it.
Is he enjoying watching this?
He hadn't tipped--not that she expected him to--so he wasn't controlling her pleasure in any way. She wanted him to, though.
Sooooo fucking bad.
Blake smiled as another tip came in, returning the wand to her pussy and turning it on as she thanked the tipper.
The vibrations coursed through her, pleasure spiking immediately as Blake's mouth dropped open with a low moan, "Oh. Cheezus! Oh, my god."
Blake started shaking again, biting her lip, "Oh my god."
She tensed, trying to will her approaching orgasm to crash over her faster.
Another tip came in.
"Shit," Blake hissed, flopping back onto the pillows as she let her grip on the wand go slack. After letting herself flop for a moment, she straightened, glaring at the camera as a half-growl, half-shriek escaped from her throat.
"Oh my god!" She stared at the camera for a bit, trying to find words, "I just--ugh!. I just wanna cum so bad."
Blake let go of the wand completely, hugging her left leg to her chest. She spread her pussy lips wide open, "I think I've hit the point of no return, dudes."
Weirdly, a line from a song from
The Phantom of the Opera
floated through her head as she said that. Blake caught herself before she could start singing it.
A side-effect of hanging out with Liam, I guess.
She smiled at that.
"I just want to ignore you fuck-faces," Blake said, grinning at the camera as she lightly stroked her pussy.
Fuck,
it was puffy now, the area around it a deep pink. At least her plug still gave her the nice full feeling that she enjoyed, "I just want a fucking orgasm. Just one."
Taunts came through the chat, threatening to make her wait even longer. Blake pouted as she continued to touch herself. Her fingers felt good, but they weren't what she needed.
What I need is Liam's big fucking cock inside me.
"Because these guys are telling me to," Blake said when one of the people in her room asked why she didn't just ignore everyone, "and I decided that today, I would be a good little Cherry and actually listen to you guys, and do start and stop, and let you guys fucking torture me."
Blake glared pointedly at the camera, "Chip, fuckin' Trevor."
Blake felt her face light up as a big tip came in, "Ah, T-Sugg! Thank you!"
She brought the wand to her pussy again, and her mouth opened in a silent moan as sparks of pleasure burst from her swollen lips. A few seconds later, she let out a low moan as she bit her lip. Her legs were already starting to shake.
"T-Sugg has left the Little-Fuck Club," she announced, then moaned as the vibrator hit her clit just right for a second, "Ohh, fuck."
Another comment on the chat caught her eye, "Trevor is like the fuckin' ring-leader of Little-Fuck Club. Jess, you're definitely in--"
Blake cut off with a gasp, biting her lip as the sensations from her pussy sent shivers all over her body. A strangled moan escaped from her throat at the waves of pleasure that followed. A moment later her mouth opened wide as she sucked in air, then gasped, leg starting to twitch. Her head was growing way too fuzzy.
"Ah, fuck, fuck," she gasped, "I can't even finish sentences."
For a long moment, Blake was simply able to enjoy the sensations radiating out from her pussy. That break had been annoyingly long, but she was starting to get close again.
I better see some fucking stars when I come after all this edging.
Blake forced herself to remember that she was performing and looked at the chat again.
"There's the little-fuck club," she said, "And...what's the good-people club?"
She smirked at one of the responses, teasing her pussy with the vibrator, "The Big-Fuck Club?"
For a moment, Blake just laughed to herself, then her eyes widened, "Wait, no! It's the Little-Fuck, and the Fuckers Club."
She brought a hand up to smooth some of her hair to the side, letting her leg fall to the bed and open a bit wider.
"Cuz you guys are still a bunch of fuckers," she continued, still messing with her hair.
Blake started to say something else, but the words died on her tongue as a new wave of pleasure coursed through her. She gritted her teeth for a moment, clutching at her hair as the pleasure spiked, then moaned, "Ah!"
A few more silent moans and "Oh, fuck"s slipped out as Blake somehow found a full half-minute with no one distracting her or telling her to stop, still holding her hair in a tight grip. With the amount of times she had edged tonight, that...did things to her brain.
Fuck, I want Liam to pull my hair like this. He doesn't even have to be fucking me. He can hold it while I suck his dick or just to tilt my head back while he kisses my neck.
For some reason, that last one made Blake's pussy and ass clench harder than the other two had.
"Oh fuck," she gasped as she ass tightened around the plug's shaft. Her breathing was growing heavier now, and Blake let her tongue hand out of her mouth as she panted for breath, heart starting to pound in her chest again.
"You guys are the shit," she breathed, thankful for the lapse in commands to stop.
Blake stretched, tilting her head back as she lowered the wand a bit, letting it touch both her clit and her lips, "Ah, fuck."
She straightened a bit, hooking the hand that had been in her hair back underneath her leg, hugging it to her as she pressed the wand's tip more firmly into her pussy.
"Oh my god," Blake breathed, eyes fixed to her pussy, closing and opening her legs as the pleasure began to overwhelm her.
Another tip came in. Not as bit as the others, but big enough to count for the game.
"No!" she shrieked, pulling the wand off her pussy and hugging her knee to her chest, "Ah!"
Blake hid her face behind her knee for a bit, dropping the wand as she tried to un-fuzz her head and recover a bit.
"I'm about ready to fuckin'--" she paused, letting the wand fall before smoothing her hair back as she thought of something, "throw this wand at the screen."
Blake brought her hand back to her pussy, massaging the poor thing as she wiggled the toes of her foot that was up in the air.
"Thanks, ya little fucks," she said in a dry voice, glaring at the camera, as she started rubbing a single finger back and forth down her glistening, open slit, "Trevor."
Blake watched the screen as she played with her pussy, alternating between stroking up and down and spreading it with two fingers, putting pressure on her clit with the heel of her hand.
"You guys are just always going to be in the Little-Fuck Club."
