Camming Down the Rabbit Hole Ch. 10

The computer screen was a sea of yellow boxes and pings sounded out over my moans as they showed their appreciation, and the last few milder pulses dribbled the cum into my now very full palm. I brought it to my mouth and savoured the taste as it filled my senses, it was so sweet and tangy. The monumental load made up for the last few times I’d not been able to eat it all, and I didn’t waste a single drop.

Licking my hand and fingers clean, I returned to my now softening cock to drain the last few drops. I could hardly believe a few months ago I’d never tasted it before and now I couldn’t imagine a day passing when I would go without, I genuinely loved the taste, and I produced so much of it as well. I’d never counted the number of times I came before, but this must have been a record and sure enough my audience commented on that too.

I sat and chatted for a while, they all wanted to know about the new toys, about the outfits, about meeting in person to which I really wasn’t that keen on, but as I came down from my high I took stock of where I was at. I was now making some really decent money in nearly every show, my catalogue of recordings and pictures were selling well too and I almost felt secure in my future.

I closed the chat and saw to a few admin tasks, checking emails and messages from fans, adding new content and posts. I really was doing OK, whatever happened with my work I’d be able to afford to live and even accepted that this lifestyle wasn’t so bad, I wasn’t even sure what I would do if I didn’t orgasm at least twice a day, my body positively craved it.

Feeling pretty good about myself and wanting to make the most of the false breasts before removing them I decided it would be nice to go for a walk, I sure as hell couldn’t run in them, and it was beautiful enough outside for once. Apart from washing my hands I hadn’t made a mess for a change so my clean-up and preparation was minimal.

I went with a simple outfit, nothing too revealing I thought, although it was tough to disguise my chest additions and in any case, I maybe I didn’t really want to. A little cleavage perhaps, to court some stray eyes and feed my ego some more. There was so little of the old me left who would have run a mile when it came to being the centre of attention, now I would feel hurt if I did go out unnoticed.