Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 09

Feeling a little drained I decided not to edit it down, but rather put it up as the whole video, watching it back confirmed my practice at camera setup was paying off. Despite being well and truly spent, the images on screen caused my sleeping dick to stir. I looked really good, if it wasn’t for my permanent hardon you’d easily think of me as a flat chested girl, the enlarged nipples would be totally out of place on a guy.

I looked down at them still peeking through my lace top, they did seem to be in a constant state of arousal, and I didn’t mind at all, to play with them felt amazing. The other thing which was so noticeable was the noises I was making, undeniably feminine and far louder than I thought I had been. I snapped stills to add to galleries as the video played to add to my collection.

As I watched myself switch up to the larger toy I could feel it like a memory reflex, my ass squeezing around the metal plug in sympathy with the vision on screen. It was impossible not to get hard looking at this, I was like another person and she was hot as hell. You could see how horny I was, how much I craved the anal pleasure and I shifted in my seat, tightening panties becoming a little uncomfortable.

As the scene built to the climax it was clear how much I was enjoying it, and I flushed once again watching it unfold. It was so strange to view something this hot and also know exactly how it felt. My ass clenched as the on screen me cried out in orgasm, to my shock I was called out Marc’s name.

I totally hadn’t realised I had done that, so caught up with the visions and sensations occupying my mind at the time. The enormity of it crashed over me, flushing my body with embarrassment, I went from fully horny to zero in an instant and my mouth felt suddenly dry. Why had I done that? What did it mean I felt? Was I attracted to him? Was I gay?

The video ended and I rewound it back playing my orgasm once again, in my mind I replayed what I felt and that conflicted feeling of pleasure and embarrassment coursed through me. Cropping the end of the clip and adding my usual signoff edit. I saved the file and stepped away from my desk.