Social Media Sluts
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Social Media Star Part 3 free porn video
[All characters are age 18+]
A lot has happened since my last update. My sister's Hollywood career
continued to take off. She got small speaking roles on a few TV shows and
booked several commercials. All the while, her Facebook and Instagram
accounts garnered over a million followers each. She and my step-mom were
ecstatic.
Meanwhile, I became more and more involved with my own sponsor: FemBoy
Inc. With each passing month, I received new products to use and review
on my own social media platforms. Most were various types of lingerie and
shoes. Recently, I started taking a special diet and vitamin pill they
offered. Off camera, I continued to wear their boy-friendly panties,
makeup, and other feminine garments around the house. But I still hadn't
worked up the courage to dress in public while wearing their attire.
Today began with me waking up still wearing my special vibrating panties
-and nothing else. After my embarrassing introduction to them months ago,
I had initially sworn to never wear them again. But that vow had not
lasted long. I now found myself secretly wearing them every night. I had
settled into a routine: the tiny underwear's built-in vibrator brought me
to orgasm when I first went to bed and once again in the morning. Despite
my best efforts, I had developed an almost Pavlovian reaction to wearing
them. I had begun recently to worry about my addiction to them. I hadn't
stroked my cock in months and couldn't remember the last time I got
morning wood. Was I losing interest? Or was it the special vitamins
FemBoy had me taking every day?
But today, I had a more pressing problem on my hands.
Right now, I was staring at that very problem. It was sitting on my bed.
Weeks ago, I had received yet another package and letter from FemBoy Inc.
They wanted me to try out and model a new product. The box and letter
were now sitting on my bed.
I nervously rubbed my neck. I had put off this problem for too long. I
was now out of time. Today was the final day. The final day to post
pictures and a video of myself using their new product. I was at risk of
breaking my sponsorship contract if I didn't post a demo video by
midnight tonight.
I looked anxiously at the black silicone sex toy resting on my bed. I
shuddered at its size and purpose. Why!? Why had they sent me a buttplug?
And an inflatable buttplug at that! When I had first received the bizarre
sex toy, I had quickly thrown it back in its shipping box and had
forgotten about it. At the time, I thought that there was no way I was
going to model that. No way! Panties were one thing, but this? This was
crossing the line.
But now, glancing at the time on my phone, I knew I was out of time. Last
night, while I laid awake with my underwear vibrating away, I had made up
my mind: I couldn't lose my modeling contract with my one and only
employer. It was my only source of income. I needed the weekly paycheck
from them. I also found myself thinking about my online followers. For
some strange reason, I didn't want to let my loyal fans down.
Earlier this morning, in a desperate attempt to end this ordeal, I had
lubed the black silicone plug and had tried to get it in my ass. But I
had failed. It was too big, and the rubber tube and squeeze bulb at its
base had made it awkward to grip. It didn't help that I had never tried
anything like this before. Attempt after attempt had failed. Afterwards,
I had broken down and done the unthinkable: I asked for help. With sweaty
palms, I had texted my mom and filled her in on my "little" situation so
to speak. Unsurprisingly, she had instantly agreed to help me. I also
learned that today, thankfully, Miley was at lunch with her friends, so
she wouldn't be here to see what was about to happen.
As I stared at the cardboard box, I could hear my mom downstairs getting
things ready and rearranging furniture. Knowing it was past time to
start, I grabbed the buttplug from its box and walked slowly downstairs.
I wore just a small pair of running shorts. No make-up or heels today. I
wanted to keep my face off camera as much as possible for this demo
video. Or at least try. Underneath my black shorts, I wore a FemBoy Inc.
branded G-string. It was a bit too small for me -I barely fit in its
little, pink pouch- but I knew I had to wear their merchandise whenever I
was on camera. It wedged itself up my backside with every step I took.
Hopefully, the tiny underwear might be able to stay on while we filmed
the buttplug demo. I was soon to be disappointed.
I found my mom in the living room setting up the lighting gear. I noticed
that the large, leather recliner was out of place. It was now in the
center of the room. The large, overstuffed seat was surrounded by lights.
"Oh Timmy, I'm so glad you asked for my help with this. Wish you would
have asked sooner. You know I'm always here to help," she said, as she
adjusted the last lighting tripod. Her hair was in a tight bun and she
was wearing her clear framed glasses. She was dressed casually like she
was going to run some errands. She had on an untucked collared shirt with
its sleeves rolled up, yoga pants, and running shoes.
"I don't think this should take too long mom. They just want a short
video of the toy and how it works," I replied. I couldn't bring myself to
say "buttplug" in front of her.
"Alright, alright... but your face isn't done up Timmy. Want me to help
with that?" she coyly asked.
"No, no... I don't need to show my face for this," I explained, secretly
hoping she bought it.
"If you say so, sweetie. Now...are you all set?" she asked as she
playfully patted the back cushion of the chair, inviting me to approach.
"Yes mom."
I walked over to the large chair and gently placed the buttplug and its
attached rubber tube and pump on a nearby side table. The room's large
Persian rug felt soft beneath my bare feet. When I was in front of the
chair, my mom raised an eyebrow at me. I knew what she was getting at. My
shorts had to come off. I quickly slid them down my legs and stepped out
of them, kicking them to the side.
"Pink panties Timmy? Cute!" she said as she playfully pulled at one of my
G-string's sidebands.
"Do you want me on the chair mom?" I said, trying to distract her.
"Yes! I thought it would look best if you were elevated, rather than on
the floor. Right? Anyways, take off your panties and hop on."
"What? Oh... I want to keep them on. I'll just pull them to the side when
we film," I explained.
"If you insist... now get on the chair. I recommend kneeling on the seat
cushion with your stomach pressed against the backrest. That way you can
grip the back of the chair for support... if you need it."
I nodded in agreement and got on the chair. The leather cushion felt soft
but cold under my knees. I gripped the back of the chair -almost giving
it a bear hug- as I repositioned myself. Once I got in a comfortable
position, I looked over my shoulder. She was right behind me.
"Timmy arch your back...that's a good boy. Keep arching it. Okay, I think
we're all set."
As I kept my back arched, I heard her walk away and grab the buttplug off
the table. I then heard the snap of latex gloves and then a loud squirt
of something. Craning my neck, I saw her rubbing clear lubricant all over
the large toy with her now gloved hands. The black silicone glistened
under the lights. The toy must have been over 6 inches in length. I
turned away and involuntarily shivered. I then heard her walk back over
to the chair.
"Now keep arching your back Timmy and spread your legs a bit. Good boy.
That's it," she said in a soothing tone. I felt her gloved hand on my
lower back. She began to press down hard.
"Ready Timmy?"
"Yes mommy." I swallowed nervously as I said this.
"Pull your G-string to the side."
"Yes mommy." I reached back and pulled it out of my ass crack and moved
it to the side. It snapped loudly against my bare ass cheek as I released
it.
"Good boy. Now try and relax Timmy. This might feel a bit... awkward."
"Please go slow," I begged. The anticipation was killing me.
A second after the words left my mouth, I felt something hard and wet
begin to be pressed against me. I instinctively flinched. But I quickly
recomposed myself and gripped the back of the seat as the pressure began
to build. She said nothing. With one hand on my lower back and the other
pressing on the buttplug, she was slowly working the silicone toy into
me. My tight asshole was barely budging. Just like earlier this morning!
I began to worry that nothing was ever going to happen. But after a few
more seconds, I could feel myself just barely opening up. I felt an
initial sharp pain as this happened. But it slowly passed as the lubed
silicone toy was slowly pushed into my ass. I could feel sweat dripping
down my forehead.
"Keep still, honey. It's almost in," she said, keeping her tone soft and
reassuring. She repositioned her hand and started to lean more heavily
against me.
I could feel the pressure building and building. Then something shifted.
My virgin sphincter gave up its fight. I began to really open up to the
silicone intruder. The buttplug felt cold and wet as it slid slowly into
me. I closed my eyes as the sharp pain quickly passed. The plug was in
much farther than I had achieved during my morning attempt.
"That's it. Remember to take deep breathes, kitten," said my mom.
Her encouraging tone helped distract me as more of the toy slid into me.
I felt a growing fullness feeling. A strangely familiar sensation. I was
now taking the whole buttplug with little resistance.
"How much more mommy?" I asked, eager to end this increasingly
humiliating experience.
"Almost there, Timmy. Just one more sec-"
Before she could finish her sentence, I felt myself abruptly clench
around the narrow base of the plug, involuntarily pulling the whole thing
into my hungry ass. My ass let out a slurping sound as it swallowed the
plug -I could feel the excess lube squirt out and run down my taint.
"Oh my god Timmy! You took it like a champ! I am so proud of you!" she
stated, repeatedly slapping my ass in excitement.
Without bothering to reply, I shifted myself on the leather recliner. The
buttplug moved inside me as I repositioned my body. Every time I moved, I
could feel it press against something deep within me. I felt waves of
pleasure every time this happened. Not wanting to reveal this strange
sensation, I tried to keep a straight face as I gawkily moved around on
the chair. I needed to get this over and quickly!
"Mom, I think we can start the demo now? Right here should work, right?"
I said, trying to act natural.
"Yes kitten. This should work perfect. Let me get the camera."
Without turning around to look, I heard her take off her latex gloves and
leave the room. I remained kneeling on the seat of the recliner, facing
the headrest. She quickly returned, this time carrying a video camera on
a tripod. I turned around again and watched her as she deftly set it up
and turned it on. Before I could change my mind, I could see the red
record light blinking at me.
"You'll... you'll edit this video later? Right? The company just wants a
few photo stills and video clips for their website. Nothing fancy," I
explained, trying almost to convince myself more than her.
"Absolutely dear. But to be honest, Miley will probably have to do it
when she gets back. I don?t know how all that stuff works," she replied.
"That?s ok I guess," I answered. As I shifted on the recliner with my
plugged ass towards the camera, I felt my G-string slide back into place
between my cheeks.
"Timmy, your panties..."
"I know. I know." I quickly reached back and grabbed the black strap
between my ass cheeks and pulled it aside, releasing it against my left
butt cheek with a loud snap. We both knew that FemBoy Inc. would want
clear, unobstructed photos of the buttplug in my ass.
"Timmy, this is ridiculous. Just take them off. They?ll keep getting in
the way."
"This will work fine. See! They?re staying out of the way," I said,
shaking my ass to demonstrate.
As I did this, I could feel the black G-string strap slide right back
between my cheeks again. Damn! I should have known that this ridiculous
G-string was too small for me.
"Timmy... we are wasting time. I have a hair appointment at three. Just
take them off and we can get this done and over with."
"I just don?t want to be completely naked on camera. I don?t want
people... or you... to see my boy parts."
"Ha! Give me a break Timmy. It?s nothing I haven?t seen before. Now come
on... don?t be shy." She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor.
"I guess we?re only shooting my backside anyway," I reasoned, trying
again to bolster myself.
"Exactly dear. Just your backside. They probably won?t see your ?boy
parts? anyway..."
Satisfied and without getting off the chair, I slowly peeled off my G-
string. I felt myself pop out of the front pouch as the tiny garment slid
down my thighs and to my feet. I carefully kept my backside towards my
mom and the camera the whole time. Despite my attempts to keep my
modesty, I began to blush as I kicked off my pink panties onto the floor.
I had never felt so exposed: I was now completely naked, perched upon the
leather chair with only a buttplug inside me.
"See? That wasn?t so hard. And now... let?s pump you up!" shouted my mom.
Before I could reply, she walked towards the chair and grabbed the
dangling rubber bulb. I could feel the connecting rubber tube tug against
me as she moved around. Thankfully, this did not pull the whole buttplug
out. It remained firmly in position.
"Don?t worry, Timmy. I know what you are thinking! I have the camera
focused just on your cute little butt... I?ll just stand here to the side
and pump up your buttplug. I?ll remain off camera!"
"Do you think that?s necessary, mom? I don?t think we need to show
that..." I pleaded. I was starting to have second thoughts. I knew what
was coming.
"Oh come on! That?s the whole point. Prospective buyers will want to see
how it works!"
Not wanting to respond, I watched as she gripped the rubber squeeze bulb
in her left hand. She then gave me a devilish grin and squeezed the bulb.
The effect was immediate. Something began to instantly expand inside me.
Shocked, I let out a spontaneous "Oh!"
"You liked that Timmy? Let me give it a few more squeezes."
With each squeeze, the buttplug grew inside me. I could feel a pressure
building against my bladder ?I felt like I almost had to pee. She did not
stop pumping.
"Mom please slow down..." I pleaded as the plug grew and grew. The
pressure was unrelenting.
"We need to do a full demonstration. Just stay still, kitten. Mommy will
take care of you."
I closed my eyes and gripped the back of the chair. I could feel myself
being stretched with each pump. I lost count of how many. Meanwhile, the
awkward pressure sensation in my ass was changing into something else.
All of the sudden, my ass began to rhythmically pulsate, pulling the
buttplug in and out. Now I was practically feeling a deep pleasure
sensation every time she squeezed the rubber bulb. I started to get
tingling sensations spreading throughout my body. Too nervous to look
down, I knew I was leaking precum from my dangling cock. I prayed that
that was not going on camera. Worried by where this was all heading, I
felt like I had to stop her.
"I think that?s enough mom. I can?t take much more..."
"Just a few more," she curtly replied, cutting off my protests.
She continued to pump away. But after a few more seconds, when my ass had
been stretched to its limit, I felt the plug stop growing. I was right on
the edge with the novel sex toy maxed out. Despite reaching the limit, I
could hear her continuing to squeeze the bulb again and again to no
avail. Quietly relieved, I turned my head around and looked at her. Our
eyes met. She wasn?t done with me yet. With a mischievous smirk, she
gripped the connecting rubber tube and gave it a firm tug. This violent
motion caused the plug to abruptly shift inside me. It pressed hard
against my prostate. I went over the edge.
I let out a loud moan as I had my first anal-induced orgasm. All on
camera. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. My body tingled
all over. As the waves of euphoria hit me, I could feel warm cum drip out
of me. My ass began to throb over and over on its large intruder. With
each pulsation, more cum dribbled out of me and onto the leather chair.
This seemingly went on for an eternity. I did not want it to stop. As the
ecstasy ebbed, I glanced down to see a large puddle of cum beneath me.
"Now THAT is what I call a thorough demonstration! Timmy, you made quite
a mess!" she said proudly.
"I?m sorry. I... I couldn?t help it! You shouldn?t have pulled on it like
that. I?" I stammered at loss for words.
"What?s done is done, Timmy. Now put your little underwear back on. We
need to get this place cleaned up. I?ll put the camera away."
"Why?" I asked, as I clumsily shifted on the chair. The squeeze bulb and
tube were now free and brushing against my legs.
"Your sister and her girlfriends are coming over to celebrate her latest
gig. She should be here in ten minutes or so."
"What?! She?s having friends over? Why didn?t you tell me before?" I
asked as I quickly got off the chair and stood up. I remembered to cup
myself with my hands as I did this. The buttplug felt uncomfortable as I
stood on the rug.
"Well I?m telling you now. Come on Timmy, put your panties on and let?s
clean up."
"What about my buttplug?" I asked, trying to mask my concern. The phrase
instantly filled me with shame. My buttplug. What had I been thinking
asking her for help? Why had I put myself in this ridiculous position? My
mind was racing.
"Oh... I think we can leave it in for now..." she replied with a coy
smile.
My mom kept standing there with her arms folded. She was clearly enjoying
my predicament. I was beginning to panic. I felt so exposed as I
desperately looked around the floor for my dainty underwear. I felt the
squeeze bulb and tube swinging behind me ?almost like a rubber tail. I
knew I would need help taking it out. Sweat was beading down my face.
"What! No! Help me take it out! It?s too big for me to?"
Before I could finish my sentence, I heard the front door open. Miley and
her friends were here. I clenched hard on my buttplug.
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