Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 07

It was a delicious game of cat and mouse I was playing with myself, driving right up the point of no return but stopping and advancing the film. The camera rolling had once again completely left my mind and I zeroed in on satisfying my needs above anything else. I couldn’t take the edging any more, I wanted a release and I skipped through to the best part.

Fixated by my image on screen, seeing my body flex as I eased the tip of my tongue to my own cock, the feedback of remembered sensations combining with my own stimulation. I willed my climax to match the one I knew that was imminent as it played out in front of my eyes. I slumped backwards into the chair and lifted my knees, I wasn’t going to be able to lick it like last night but I wanted to taste it in the same way, I wanted to relive my prostate sending me over the edge.

Removing my hand from my chest I found the end of the jewelled plug and rubbed, twisted, pulled and pushed. The heat began to rise as my counterpart on the monitor reached down to activate the vibrator, flashbacks filled my mind as I felt the energy surge, my ass twitching around the plug as my cock began to spurt, a dual moan sounding out from the computer and my own as the first jet splashed up my stomach and chest. Adjusting the angle the second shot fired right at my outstretched tongue and lips, briefly lapping some in before the next one came, bathing my face once again.

The video continued to play as I could see my semi-conscious body spasming in a second climax, my own orgasm still cascaded pulses of cum from my throbbing cock. With a still twitching dick I lifted my cum covered hand to my mouth, it tasted so good, the visions and sensations of last night still playing out. My mind a wash with pleasure, I licked my hand clean before scooping the rest from my stomach and chest.

It was at this point I remembered the camera I set up was still recording, I’d gotten so carried away again, so emersed in the desire and pursuit of orgasmic sensation. The burning want to get myself off, and the feeling of recalling what I’d done the night before were so overwhelming. I grinned like I had never done before, joy and satisfaction poured out of me as I signed off from the recording and clicked the power button.