Livestream Masturbation – A College Dare ♕

Livestream Masturbation because of a college dare!

When I was younger, all my friends were… more liberated than me. I always wanted to change, and in college, I met a group of girls who would help me do just that. They welcomed me like a sister, but the closer we grew, the more they teased me about my sex life—or lack thereof. They’d say things like, “Oh, Taylor would never go for that guy. She’s too shy.” And they’d be right. I wouldn’t go for guys I liked. But it wasn’t shyness; it was shame. At that point in my life, I never would have thought to livestream my masturbation.

I’ve always been ashamed of how sexual I really am. Deep down, I knew I’d do more than all of my friends. I just needed an opportunity.

That led me to lose a bet on purpose. I decided to subtly throw the challenge after two words came out of my friend’s lips:

‘Livestream Masturbation’

My friends explained that they all did it. Some of them professionally livestreamed in order to pay their way through school, and it was a sort of initiation rite for their sorority. I was shocked, but something in me had been ignited. So, twenty-four hours later, I was setting everything up at home. My roommate had gone out with her boyfriend, and I was eager to pay my debt.

I logged into the site as people entered the room. I was being hosted by one of my friends, Samantha, who had over two thousand subscribers, so as soon as I went live, more than 400 people were watching, and that number only grew.

Chat quickly filled with curious viewers who didn’t recognize the new camgirl, but as soon as I began to slowly undress, their questions were replaced by emojis and nice—and dirty—comments. I’d never heard someone talk about my body like that. They liked me! I made them horny, and the thought that hundreds of strangers across the screen, wishing they could fuck me and probably playing with themselves to my stream, drove me crazy. I felt the warmth rising inside, and when I traced my fingers over my panties, I felt the wetness through the thin fabric.

The chat went crazy over their new, inexperienced camgirl.

I turned on my mic, and noticing the shyness in my trembling voice, they started to drop donations, gifts, and compliments, which drove me wild each time I heard the clink of coins as the alert popped up.
As I undressed, I kept my eyes fixed on the camera to look my newfound audience in the eye. Once I was fully naked, I put my feet on the edge of the chair and opened my legs up for them.

Messages started coming in rapid fire, and I was so worked up and so wet. I took my hand to my pussy, and my fingers slowly traced circles around my clit, finally starting my livestream masturbation. I began to moan quietly and spoke into the mic in whispers. Soon, I began to tease my audience, telling them my roommate was home and that she could catch me at any time, so I had to keep quiet. When one of them said they would have to make me scream, I asked how, and they said I should use the pink toy.

I confessed I didn’t know what it was, but that same chat member told me how to use it. It was a bright pink sex toy shaped like a ‘C.’ I introduced the thickest part of it inside my pussy, which was the biggest thing I’d ever pushed inside me.

I was already loving it, but I had no idea how it worked. Following the chatter’s instructions, I linked it to my chatroom. And then, it happened.

It vibrated.

It wasn’t like the other toys I had; this one roared inside me, sending powerful reverberations across my entire body. The overstimulation was too much, and I had to bend and squirm and cover my mouth. Of course, I couldn’t risk the people in the building hearing. When the vibration stopped, I asked my audience what had just happened. They told me it was linked to their donations. The chat controlled the vibrator during this livestream masturbation session.

My eyes went wide with shock, and the coins clinked again, signaling that someone else had purchased time controlling the toy. I sunk into the chair, head tilted back, letting out the loudest moans I’d ever produced. The pleasure was so intense that my legs shook, and I had to beg them to please stop! But of course, they interpreted it as teasing—and perhaps it was.

Someone paid to blast me with the most powerful setting of the toy for fifteen seconds. I spread my pussy open with my fingers and frantically started rubbing my clit. My eyes rolled back, and I wailed into the microphone. The donations kept coming, and my body exploded with the best orgasm I’d ever had.

I lay there, shaking. As I removed the toy from my pussy, all I could think was, ‘Oh my god… I was born for this.’

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