Lesbian Beautytuber Gets Diced

[don't worry about it, you're getting better at the game each time]

Samantha stared at the Discord message, trying to let the compliment sink in. It wasn't taking.

She wondered how they had ended up in this situation. Once upon a time, Samantha had been the one showing Holly the ropes in beauty content creation. The younger girl had taken to it like a fish to water before abandoning her YouTube channel to focus on school. Samantha had no hard feelings about it, but their physical distance eventually led to them drifting apart.

A few years later, Holly re-emerged as a video game streamer with a meteoric rise. She was effortlessly funny, good enough to impress viewers but not so good to threaten insecure men, and sexy and willing to show it. If Samantha were a pettier person, she would have judged her old friend's new choices. But, for one, she was a makeup YouTuber, and two, she couldn't doubt Holly loved games. Still, it felt oddly unpleasant to see her formerly shy and reserved friend wear revealing cosplays for male attention.

As a woman, Samantha hated seeing those sorts of demeaning outfits designed by men who had more blood in their dick than in their brains. As a lesbian however, Samantha loved seeing Holly's fat tits, slim waist, and creamy thighs all over her feed. It felt deceptive almost, to play games and spend time with Holly, without announcing how much Samantha desired her.

Although "play" was a strong word for whatever Samantha did in Marvel Rivals. Game after game, she just died over and over while Holly tried to put her team on the back. Objectively, she knew she was improving, but the Discord message felt a little patronizing. There were other reasons too, Holly had been playing games her whole life while Samantha was just starting, but it still stung when she chain fed.

[btw, do you want to come to edc with me????]

Samantha's eyes widened. On one hand, club music wasn't her thing. On the other hand, it would be an opportunity to get really close to Holly, see her wearing a slutty fit, and maybe, just maybe, see if there was a spark.

EDC was somehow worse than she expected. Huge crowds gathered to listen to artists she had no interest in all while they baked in the desert heat. She spent hours waiting in various lines as people smoked, drank, and yelled at each other. Her outfit, a strapless black crop top paired with grey tight shorts that ended above her knees, was hardly eye-catching in the sea of scantily clad women, but it engendered the wrong kind of attention all the same. The crop top, a size too small, had her tits spilling out in a way she could only describe as

trashy

. Still, it all felt worth it when Holly complimented the outfit.

Holly's friends were, well, gamers. Max and Steven were loud dudebros with checkered pasts, so Samantha made sure to steer clear of them. She had pegged Henna, Max's girlfriend, as a pick-me-girl and that girl had done nothing to disprove that notion. A pretty face, but a vapid conversationalist despite their shared interest in makeup. Then there was Mingsun who was just there. He was the quiet sort, and Samantha found herself in his company surprisingly often.

The reason she came on the trip, Holly, was very sexy in her parody of a cowboy costume. Immodestly short daisy dukes that clung to her ass showed off her milky legs, and a plaid sleeveless button-up tied in a knot around her chest emphasized her cleavage and massive tits. The problem was that Holly turned out to be

too

hot. Guys and girls, fans and acquaintances, all seemed to want her attention. In fact, the most alone time she had with Holly across the weekend was when they were taking fit pictures in the bathroom together. For a few moments, Samantha could imagine the hand wrapped around her was something other than platonic, the bare skin of their arms and shoulders touching could lead to something more.

It almost felt like a betrayal watching Holly flirt with everyone but her, because she

flirted

now. She leaned into her friends, raised her pitch when talking to guys, and complimented other girls freely. Samantha sometimes wondered how her fake eyelashes didn't fall off with how aggressively Holly batted her eyelashes at anyone with a pulse.

The worst part was that Samantha found it hot. Clearly, her friend had discovered her confidence, and it was a sight to behold. Shame that said confidence was clearly directed at other people.

The group was sitting on a dollar store picnic blanket milling between shows. Despite the extensive list of artists, there was nothing that Samantha found interesting. Desperate for alone time with Holly, she tried to tag along to every show Holly wanted to see, but eventually, that had been too much. Holly, seasoned raver that she was now, packed her schedule tight both show-wise and socially. Every show had Holly hug and reunite with some old friend or acquaintance. Samantha had been introduced to so many of Holly's friends that her head was spinning, and she was too tired to keep listening to her friend's shitty music taste.

Not only did Holly have a lot of friends, she had a lot of guy friends who weren't shy about ogling even if they had girlfriends hanging off their arms. Samantha felt a little ridiculous feeling protective of Holly when Holly clearly didn't care, but it was more than that. It had been the first time in years Samantha was so surrounded by men, even just being acknowledged by them felt strange. In her daily life, she simply didn't interact with many people by the virtue of being a YouTuber, but here it was overwhelming.

She was distracted from looking at her phone by Holly's boobs shoved in her face. Well, her boobs were what her eyes naturally focused on, but Holly had gotten between her and the phone. The hot sun had bronzed the miles of bare skin, and a thin sheen of sweat made her exposed cleavage all the more appetizing. Samantha needed all her mental strength to avoid letting her jaw drop. "Hey, letting you know I'm heading out to the Alesso show, are you coming with?"

It was hard to be upset with Holly when her friend did genuinely try to make her feel included. Shaking her head and closing her eyes to avoid staring, she replied, "sorry, I'm really tired. You have fun though."

Holly was close enough to her that she caught a full eyeful of boobs in her face as Holly stood up. Those teats were veiny on pale skin, and they looked exceptionally hefty on her thin frame. She shook her head before she could think of more praises to her

platonic

friend's breasts.

"So what now?" Mingsun asked. They were the only ones not on their way to watch a show, and it was starting to get dark. She shivered a bit from a chilling wind. As hot as it was during the day, the temperature sank quickly when the sun went down. Sensing this, he asked, "how about we go back to my place?"

"What about the others?" It was Mingsun's home they were staying in, a modest 3-bedroom house on the edge of Las Vegas. Though she didn't know the guy, she was grateful he opened his home to a stranger. Still, it wasn't too close to the venue so making a trip just to drop her off and drive back would be a waste.

"Eh, they're adults. They'll figure it out," he said dismissively. She felt a moment of kinship as she realized Mingsun probably wasn't enjoying this very much either.

"Alrighty then."

"Do you want to come into my room?" Mingsun suggested.

She nodded, too dazed to really think. Stepping away from the noise and the crowd had cut off her adrenaline, the only thing that had been keeping her going. The last two days had been exhausting, an avalanche of names to learn and new sights and sounds. It had been loud enough that they had to yell next to each other just to be heard, and Samantha wasn't sure her eardrums would recover. Getting into his car had been a glorious respite from the overstimulation, and then the steady hum of traffic lulled her to sleep.

Still groggy from passing out in the car, she let Mingsun lead her from the car to his bedroom. Listening to Mingsun was easy, as he led her onto the bed. The room was nearly empty, just hardwood flooring, a bed, a few closed cabinets without decoration, and some exercise equipment lined up on a corner.

She sank into the softness of the bed, something she missed on the air mattress she slept on the previous night. It felt so good to finally relax with just blessed silence. No more worrying about impressing Holly, no more worrying about being out of place at a festival, just closing her and letting go. For a moment she wondered where Mingsun went before she heard the sound of running water. She'd take a shower after she got some sleep, she decided.

Some time passed as she struggled through that strange exhaustion that refused to let her sleep. She felt the weight of the bed shift, and she tried to roll away. In her muddled mind, there was nothing odd about sleeping in someone else's bed. Instead, she stubbornly kept her eyes closed as she felt Mingsun creep nearer. Samantha didn't even think to protest when she felt warm hands on her breasts. A faint sense of discomfort made its way into her tired brain, but she brushed it off.

She grunted a little to try to get him off, to no avail. His hands were moving a little now, squeezing her boobs through the thin top. She tried to jostle him off, but her tired body only made a token protest. His hands then went higher, sinking into the bared flesh of her cleavage.

"Damn, you're even bigger than Holly," he said appreciatively. Immediately, it became clear what was happening. Mingsun wanted to fuck her. Under any other circumstance, Samantha would have turned it down. For one, she was a lesbian, and she was interested in Holly. Then again, Samantha had never had a girlfriend before, much less Holly. 28 and still a virgin because she couldn't make a move. Now that someone was showing naked interest, it was tempting to just let it happen. She didn't want to move, didn't want to think, so it was okay if Mingsun just used her body for a bit, she justified to herself.

Despite her understanding of what was happening, she still gasped when he suddenly grabbed her shorts and underwear and yanked them down to her knees. She refused to open her eyes even as her top was also pushed up to bare her nipples.

For a moment, she tried to imagine it was Holly pulling her pants down and uncovering her chest. Holly's sweaty hands fondling her tits, staring at them hungrily. The touches were light, as if still trying not to wake her up. If it were Holly, then she would arch her back to push her chest forward. Samantha decided to go with the fantasy, arching her back just a bit.

There was a strange thrill that came over her when she heard Mingsun gasp in shock. She didn't find him attractive, she didn't care if he felt good, but she found it oddly

arousing

to know that he thought her boobs were hot. She normally hated men looking at her body. Still, with her eyes closed she could focus on the tingly sensations that came from his light touches.

His touches gradually became more intense as she didn't say anything in response. Fingers sank into the soft flesh of her tits, rolling and kneading them experimentally. She focused on tamping down her body's natural responses, but it was starting to feel strangely good. His touches made her heart beat faster in a way that wasn't fully unpleasant. No one had ever touched her like this before, and the thought of saying no was feeling more and more distant from her mind.

Samantha let out a tiny squeak as he pinched her now-hard nipple, causing him to pull his hands back suddenly. With her eyes closed, it was impossible to tell what he would do next, but the anticipation was making her heart race. Then, she felt the bed shift and his knees were planted on both sides of her legs. There was another moment of surprise as he backed up so he could push her legs apart. She didn't struggle against him. Now she was hyper-aware that he was on top of her, possibly ready fuck her.

It was a heady, strange feeling to realize that she was being raped. Taking stock of her situation, she was alone in a stranger's house, basically already naked, probably outmatched if she tried to fight back. No one else knew that Samantha wasn't straight, and no one here would think twice about them hooking up. It felt wrong to let this continue, to let her first time be like this. It even felt wrong to keep deceiving Mingsun.

But she still didn't open her eyes or speak. He found a bit of slickness as he rolled the tip of his cock against her folds. She wasn't able to fully hide her body's response as her legs jerked involuntarily, but this time it didn't stop him. Up and down, the turgid head of his cock slid against her petals. Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to imagine it was just a dildo being held up to her. Perhaps even, Holly was the one toying with her clit, rolling little circles.

She didn't know how he found this remotely arousing. All he was doing was touching her mostly limp and unresponsive body. Her makeup probably looked like shit, and her body wasn't anything special compared to the sea of younger and fitter concertgoers. Samantha had large boobs, but she had always thought they were

too

saggy and fleshy. Other than that, she was mildly overweight, and the only part of her appearance she took pride in was her face. This type of intimate position was the perfect position to highlight all of her flaws.

Samantha's body coiled in on itself as Mingsun suddenly tried to poke into her entrance. His cock was much

thicker

than she had expected. Despite the resistance and obvious tensing of Samantha's body, he kept thrusting, each time sinking a bit deeper. She owned a few dildos, but not having control over the pace made the process more painful than it had ever been on her own.

Even so, she could feel her pussy grow wetter in response. A natural defense mechanism, she rationalized. A knot was forming in her lower stomach, making every sensation just a bit more intense. Tears were forming in the corners of her shut eyes, even as she tried to hold back her body's responses. At this point, she doubted Mingsun cared about her reactions, but to show any responsiveness would mean accepting a type of agency in this situation.

Samantha wasn't so far gone that she would admit to enjoying heterosexual intercourse. His cock was hot, strange, and disgusting, almost reminding her of a speculum if not for its heat. The thing carved into her, each insertion sending tingles up her spine. It was oddly painless, unlike the stories she had heard growing up.

Though her eyes were closed, she could feel that his body was almost on top of hers. Heat was emanating off of him, and parts of their bodies brushed against each other as he readjusted his weight. Light touches here and there, in some ways, felt more uncomfortable than the dick inside of her. In her twisted mind, the act of insertion had become secondary, but the feeling of hard muscle and rough fingertips reminded her that she was having sex with a man.

At this point, it was impossible to imagine Holly in this position. At best, she could imagine Holly in her position, gleefully moaning and appreciating the fucking instead. A strange melancholy overcame Samantha over this whole situation. Sex, the thing that she had been afraid of for so long, was just kind of underwhelming.

Mingsun's breaths were coming faster and harder while his pace was accelerating. In her lower belly, she could feel herself relax a bit as she sensed the end was coming. While the slap of his hips onto her pelvis wasn't very comfortable from this angle, she did start to feel flickers of pleasure with the quicker rhythm.

"fuck," he whispered barely loud enough as he collapsed on her body. It wasn't a sudden shift, just his body letting itself relax after its release. He had held himself at a literal arm's length to be as discreet as possible, but he had been losing control as the sex went on. A thin sheen of sweat had gathered on his skin, making her want to squirm away if she hadn't committed to faking her sleep.

Receiving his semen was -- oddly pleasant. She had never experienced this warm feeling settle into her core and seep out slowly. Perhaps it was some vestigial part of her brain that still craved a man's seed, but she let herself enjoy the feeling.

For a few moments, Mingsun didn't move. He seemed content to lie on top of her, slow breaths falling on the crown of her head and cock twitch occasionally. Then, he stood up slowly, getting one last grope of her boobs before he fully pulled away. A part of her almost wanted to beckon him back, as if he was the one who needed aftercare. For some reason, the rush of cool air hitting her exposed body brought her to a state of hyperawareness. His footsteps were quiet on the carpeted floor, but not silent.

Only when she heard the telltale sound of the bathroom light flick on did she open her eyes. Looking down, she could see the way her top had been crumpled up as it was pushed up and that her shorts and panties were strewn across the floor. A few silvery globs of semen matted her light pubic hair, but she was more surprised by how glistening wet her pussy lips were. She had an odd temptation to finish herself off before she heard the sink suddenly shut off.

It was somehow hitting Samantha all at once what had happened. She wondered how he couldn't see the change in her body, the suddenly rapid breathing. A cold unpleasant sensation coursed through her body when he dabbed a wet wad of toilet paper on her pussy. None-too-thoroughly, he cleaned off the semen on the outside. The wet and light touches were disgusting, but it was over quickly. Not daring to open her eyes, she waited as she heard him putter around the room for a few more moments before closing the door. Not daring to believe her luck, she counted to almost a minute before she confirmed that he had definitely left the room.

She opened her eyes just a crack to confirm that she really was alone. After that, it took a few moments to adjust to the dark. She didn't want to risk getting off the bed, but she sat up to really examine her vagina. The lips were a little puffy, and her hole was still leaking a trickle of semen. Without Mingsun in the room, she could admit it was an oddly erotic sight. Taking her fingers, she tried pinching her vulva, seeing if she could eke out a bit more of the cum. It felt oddly pleasurable, so she continued to play with it. Shame curdled inside of her, but so did pleasure. Closing her eyes again, she could imagine herself guiding Holly's fingers in this motion.

Fearing that she might be walked in on at any moment, she rushed to her orgasm. Barely able to silence herself, she was left panting as another wave of clarity hit her. If she wasn't going to hell for lesbianism, she was going to hell for masturbating to the girl she liked minutes after having sex with a man.

Looking around the room one more time, she found that her shorts and panties had been left on the bed, as if that would have assuaged her worries if she really woke up without any memory of the night. The house was dead silent now, so she took the risk to use the restroom.

Samantha woke up in an unfamiliar room. Daylight was streaming through the window, and she could hear quiet, distant chatter through the door. She had fallen asleep almost immediately after the bathroom, she remembered. She also remembered the thing she did with Mingsun, then the thing she did to herself after Mingsun left.

"Hey, is everything alright? Mingsun said you were drunk so he let you sleep in his room," Holly said. She was disgustingly chipper in the morning for the amount she had partied in the last few days, but there was an undertone of worry in her voice. Hearing it spoken aloud, the story given did sound fishy.