Hello, my dear readers, I’m finally back and… I’m ready to tell you a story that still has me in total and complete shock, I am still processing it… I do not want to give you details in advance so that you are as surprised as I was when it happened.
Yesterday afternoon I started my show normally, one of my favorite activities is for my viewers to give me orders, command me, I must say that it is not necessary for them to give me a tip for me to comply with their requests, but I usually attend these first because the system automatically highlights the messages of those who send a tip; the higher the tip, the greater the relevance that the system gives it, and since I receive hundreds of messages per minute, the rest are usually lost, but I truly try my best to reply to every one and satisfy their wishes <3
Anyway, the point is that there was a spectator who caught my attention because he began to leave very good tips, they were really huge, like more than I usually get from my fans, and let me tell you, I have viewers who would send a thousand dollars. This naturally caught my attention, I got too excited when I saw the amount of the tip, the strangest thing is that his message was nothing special or strange, what’s more, he didn’t even ask me to do anything… he just said “Hello, KittyMamma”, nothing else.
Naturally, I replied the greeting and thanked him for such a generous tip, and invited him to ask me for whatever thing he wanted me to do. What left me in complete shock was that he sent a second tip as juicy as the first one before making his request. “Don’t take off your heels until I say so” he wrote in the chat box.
I replied that I would do absolutely everything he asked me to do.
Another viewer had asked me to dance to a specific song and do a strip tease in front of the camera, so not taking off my heels was a perfect complement for my little sexy show. I began to dance to the beat of the song, wiggling my hips freely and rolling my waist in circles.
My hands ran over my body, caressing my neck while I moved my head to one side and the other slowly, to the rhythm of the bass of the song, my nails sliding against my sweaty skin and down on my chest, cupping my breasts and squeezing them and then pinching my nipples just for a moment, then my palms continued their way, descending on my flat stomach, they deviated to my thighs, also caressing my skin with my nails, leaving thin reddish marks on it.
When my hands went back up, I took the opportunity to take off my shirt, opening the buttons one at a time. I tossed it to the floor and just when I was about to unclasp my bra, I managed to see on the screen that one of my fans asked me not to take it off, but to cut it right at the middle with scissors, and well, I really love pleasing my fans. I leaned across the desk to reach for the scissors.
I playfully looked at the camera as I bit my lip, adjusted the edge of the object into my garment and cut in one fell swoop, then playfully cut the strips and the bra slipped off, falling right at my feet. I started to touch my body again, this time with the scissors but with great care so as not to hurt my skin. Once again, a comment came from my generous fan, he left an even bigger tip than the previous ones.
“Also cut your skirt and your thong” he wrote.
I was very curious about the fact that he knew I was wearing a thong, although if I thought about it, it was not that strange, I usually wear a thong in most of my webcam sessions.
Obeying his command, I brought the scissors to my hips and carefully began to cut the fabric, I really liked that skirt but with the amount of money that my fan had given me in tips, I could buy a whole new wardrobe if I felt like it.
The skirt fell to the floor next to the bra, I continued to shake my body to the rhythm of the music, the scissors again caught a bit of fabric, this time the thin strip of the thong I was wearing. I cut it and it opened in two, I cut the other strip and moved so that the tiny thong would fall to the ground.
The song was about to end, so I walked around to show my ass and shake it in front of the camera, I reached down and held my ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart to expose my tiny ass hole and my pussy entrance.
I had to turn around again to read the messages that had come through, the first one was from the fan who left all of those huge tips, he wrote “Now I want you to drink some wine for me and then take a bath with it, I want to see you bathed in liquid”
I had never been asked for something like that, but it didn’t seem like a crazy idea to me and curiously I had a bottle of wine in the fridge, it was a gift that my cousin had given me a few days ago at a family reunion. I asked my viewers for a moment to go get the bottle and I returned a couple of minutes later.
I had also taken the opportunity to bring a glass, which I carried in my hand, but as I opened the bottle, one more message arrived in the chat box. The text said “don’t use a glass, drink straight from the bottle” And since the customer is given what he asks for, I did not hesitate to press the bottle to my lips and take a big sip. The cold liquid slid down my throat, not before soaking my tongue and making me shiver with the bittersweet mix of flavors.
I don’t know much about wines, but from what I understand, this was one of the good ones. I drank just a little, then held the bottle to my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue all the way around the rim as I looked at the camera. Not even two seconds passed when another message came from the same person saying “now I want you to suck the bottle like it was my cock”
I smiled, apparently my fan had perfectly understood my hidden message in that little gesture I did with my tongue. I immediately did what I was told to, I stuck out my tongue a little more and ran it all around the edge of the bottle, it was cold but I was starting to get hot as my warm tongue licked all over it as if it were a dick’s head. I stared at the camera and closed my lips over the top of the bottle, I pushed my head a little while one of my hands held the glass container by the base and the other slid up and down, caressing as if it were the stalk of a hard cock.
I began to suck the bottle and spread my saliva over the glass, thinking of a stiff dick and how badly I wanted to have it inside my mouth. My free hand unconsciously went to my tits, rolling my nipples between my fingers, pinching, caressing, squeezing. The feeling of being completely exposed to all of that people at the other side of the screen always got the better of me. I felt a moan escape my throat.
I closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying what I imagined, I began to go lower and lower, of course sucking on a bottle was much more difficult than sucking on a cock, it was cold and hard in a different way, my teeth were making a sound everytime they collided with the glass and it felt a bit uncomfortable when the bottle hit the back of my throat, plus… I had to be very careful to prevent the glass from breaking.
I began to bow my head up and down faster, I took the opportunity to sink my tongue into the hole of the bottle when I reached it, then put it back in my mouth as deep as I could. I repeated this several times, until I felt the wine start to get very warm, I took the container away from my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and raised the bottle high over in the air before tipping it.
The wine bathed my face, staining my skin, but I tried to make it fall in a stream straight to my tongue, not spilling a drop, just as it happens when someone cums in my mouth with prior warning. When I finished drinking it, I did not release the bottle. When it was empty, I began to leave kisses throughout the length of it, cleaning the remains of wine that had been spilled; there was also red liquid that had spread over my torso, I used my free hand to smear even more of the liquid all over my tits and flat stomach.
I looked at the screen, trying to read more messages, there were many viewers at that moment. Some asked me to continue dancing, others wanted me to masturbate in front of the camera, the usual… but there was also a message from my kind anonymous, and once more he had left a generous tip, possibly the most generous of all since this one alone surpassed the previous all together. The message was concise but extremely interesting: “Squat down and masturbate yourself with the bottle, don’t take off your heels” I shuddered from head to toe as soon as I read it.
I will not deny that I felt a chill run down my entire back, I had never used any object like that one to masturbate, and although the idea was exciting, what made it so exciting was precisely the danger it represented. What if it broke inside of me? I felt a shiver at the fear that the possibility instilled in me. I smiled nervously, trying to hide my insecurity about the request.
Of course, I could just pretend I didn’t see that message, but it would be kind of obvious since the rest of the people online started commenting on it. Also… I couldn’t deny that the request caused me a bit of intrigue to do it. I don’t understand why, but there was something extremely exciting about playing with something so dangerous. I pondered that request for a few more moments while dancing naked to buy some time.
In the end, I ended up agreeing, I began to lower my hips to the rhythm of the music, until my weight was fully held by my six inches heels only.
I held the neck of the bottle to my pussy, a little hesitant and fearful, I had to play with it a bit, first I covered the bottle with more of my saliva and then I rubbed it against my clitoris. The size was perfect, if I moved it in circles, it created a vacuum effect that sucked my little button forcefully, causing me waves after waves of pleasure, shaking me and causing me to immediately start to spill my juices, soaking my pussy and therefore, preparing myself to receive the damn bottle.
When I pulled the bottle and the peak of it released my clitoris, it was the most amazing part of the game, then I used the neck of the bottle to slide it between my wet folds and lubricate it even more without having to resort to artificial lubricant (the client never specified whether I had to use extra lubricant or not).
Finally, I felt ready after a while, I raised my ass a little because the bottle was very long and the height at which I was squatting was not enough to put it inside me, there was a risk of breaking it under the pressure of my weight in a bad position. I pressed the top of the bottle against my entrance and shuddered. With great care and fear, I began to lower my hips.
My heels were so high and thin (stilettos) that it was difficult to balance, plus my legs were already a bit tired… if I lost my balance with a glass bottle stuck in my pussy it was going to be a tragedy. I took a deep breath, the chills coming as often as the tickles of pleasure, to the point where I could hardly tell one from the other anymore. Who knew that pleasure and fear were so alike?
Very carefully I kept lowering my hips, feeling how the bottle made its way inside me. As the bottle widened, my cunt felt stretched, it felt somewhat cold compared to my toys or the cocks that I had had inside my pussy before, it was a different sensation, strange but I liked it. Finally, the entire neck entered and a little more of the thickest part of the bottle.
A clumsy laugh escaped my lips when I realized that I had really done it, I had managed to shove a huge bottle of wine into my pussy without it breaking. I sighed relieved, my legs ached but I could handle that, I had held out longer.
I looked up to check the messages from my viewers and there was one more tip, just as good as the previous one, the message said “use the bottle, let it fuck you as if I was there and you were riding me”.
I smiled at the camera and with a gentle hip sway I got up a little while one of my hands was in charge of keeping the bottle glued to the ground. I must confess that at that moment I was beginning to sweat with nerves and fear, but I made sure to keep a smile on my face all the time.
Little by little I began to move so that the bottle went in and out of my slutty pussy, the feeling was something that I cannot even describe, I swear that I felt that the bottle was going to break inside of me at any moment, but at the same time felt so good, so much so that my pussy tightened, closing around the container, even when ironically that increased the chances that the bottle would break inside me.
I concentrated on my balance, the main thing for me was not to fall and avoid an accident, but I was excited and my movements became faster and less careful, jerky. It was not something I did conscientiously, my body simply reacted to the excessive lust I felt at that moment. I’ve never felt so full in my life, it was like my pussy was being ripped in two.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that a lot of messages continued to be written in the chat box, tips kept coming too and my viewers did nothing but encourage me to continue with what I was doing; most of the messages were about how brave I was, how sexy, how hot, others were concerned about whether I was safe, while one another asked me questions such as if I did not have a limit or how important it was money for me.
I remember very clearly a comment from a guy who said “Why does it matter if the bottle breaks and destroys her pussy? With the amount of huge tips that this guy has given her, she can get a new one”
That comment alone made me want to stop, not even for all the money in the world would I want to hurt myself so excruciatingly, but it was late, orgasm was just around the corner and my anonymous and generous viewer seemed to be as desperate as I was to reach that blessed climax, because he kept leaving tips.
The wave of pleasure was announced strongly and did not give me much time to prepare, the heat rose inside my body and exploded, making me experience a pretty intense orgasm. My cunt began to suffer fast and hard spasms, causing my fear again, the panic of thinking that my throbbing pussy could break the bottle inside me.
I could feel the top of the neck at my cervix, I was scared but I couldn’t stop moving as I reached my climax, I was now fucking myself hard with that bottle. It hurt badly, but it felt so fucking good at the same time. I didn’t care anymore, I just wanted to cum all over the bottle.
Trying to make my orgasm last longer, I rubbed my clit with my free hand, massaged it while I came and my juices covered the glass. When I finally pulled the wine bottle out my pussy, I was feeling like it was gaping open and I knew that it would be so sore for the next days, but I didn’t mind. I’ve never been fucked like that before, but it was an awesome “first time”.
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“You did amazing, Bulenboo” a message read on the screen, leaving me in complete shock.
I immediately let go of the bottle, I was stunned, I felt a chill run through my entire body. Apparently, the shock on my face was evident because the guy who wrote it immediately disconnected.
I know, I know… you don’t understand, do you? My other viewers did not understand either, but here I reveal the secret… “Bulenboo” is a very strange nickname, I know, but it is special, it is a nickname that was given to me in my childhood, and only ONE person called me like that. A VERY close relative… heh.
Dear readers, it seems that what I narrated to you today turned out to be my first experience of incest. Can you believe it?
If you want to know what happened next, you will have to wait for the next post. Kisses! <3
