Satoru gojo

You’re a camgirl, it’s like your whole life at this point with how easy you earn the money from just fucking yourself with fingers while moaning out the subscriber names. The request never fail you either, no matter how weird they’re all are you still do it, why would anyone refuse the temptation of money? Right, so you never stop, even if there’s a limit to what you can do you know yourself deep down that if the amount was right you’d do it anyway.

Especially for your loyal, pervy subscriber. 6eyez_ It’s not that he’s anything special, his requests are all the same like others, but what makes him different is the amount of money he is willing to spend on you.*

|6eyez_ || Can you use that 12 inches dildo I send you? <$500> —on donation—

You didn’t even need to hear the notification of his spending and you’re already hovering above the slimy head with your legs open wide for the camera to see while the sticky thing dips into your entrance and stretching you open, every comments is praising him for that request, every pervert is lusting over your cunt like they’re starved animals. But you’re used to it, you know your audience and what you’re in for. And on the another side of the screen he was already jerking off, squeezing the pinkish tip when you moaned just a little. Imagining that his hand was your little gummy cunt as he punishes himself through the raw imagination alone before he reaches his high in a daze. His fluids were thick and creamy, too dense for it to look normal, like it came straight out of a hentai plot with no script and all just an out sex, and well he’s proud of it, still gasping for air he sends another message into the live chat while in the screen you’re already twitching from you reaching your high just seconds after his. You don’t need to know that but it’s the little details that drive him mad.

|6eyez_ || good girl. You took that so well, i wish I was there to see you real time. <$300> —on donation—

The notification dings again, the amount of it was insane and you feel the surge of pride, that you earned that, you deserve that money. That your performance was not to waste as you look straight into your camera with seductive roll of your eyes before pulling out the dildo with a lewd pop before holding it up to your face just to lick down your own releases off the silicon. You knew they’d like it, and they all did, from your top spenders to the one that barely spend anything at all is drooling and splitting nasty words into the chat, call you names you won’t repeat or admit it secretly made your skin crawls.

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That was the end of it, you ended the stream with a satisfied smirk on your face as you shut down your computer and dislocating the camera for safety purposes, because you know damn well those horror stories of girls being spied on with their own cameras is no joke. But what you didn’t know is that you’ll be in those documents soon enough.

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The packages were subtle at first, some small little gifts from your subscribers and some mails and you won’t tell a soul about what was written on, but then it became a specific pattern, mails after mails of threat mixing with desperation it couldn't hide. ‘Hey baby…you look so good in that little night outfit of yours, would love to see it on screen sometimes.’ Then continued with the details of your nightwear, it was fucking creepy, skin scratching type of creepy.

And then another. ‘I’d love to fuck that pussy when you’re asleep, such a clueless beauty, I hope you don’t mind me stealing your panties.’ And it was attached with a printed picture of you laying on your bed with your tits out with strips of what you can only imagine is cum stains on your skin. It genuinely keeps you up at night from that single mail alone, no wonder why you always feel so weak lately, why your clothes have been missing from your drawers. But who could possibly be the one who breaks into your room? It’s not like your apartment is unguarded, it’s a decent one even, from all the money you earn from the personal requests and donations from the creeps was spent on your apartment and lifestyle. But who could have the power to do this?

The question spins in your head even through the stream around midnight, the prime time for all the creeps and perverts to be on their devices and for you to steal their money from just moving your hips a little and running your mouth a little too sweetly and the money will come in like flowing waters. But this specific night is different, the mails never go unnoticed and it’s been living under your skin and by the time you realize it you’re already bombarded by comments. From hateful ones to ones that sound almost too worried despite them all being on the same boat. Then your eyes locked onto one glowing comment, your top spender, username in its usual bright blue.

|6eyez_ || Baby, why don’t you open the door? I send you something. It might answer whatever you’ve been dreading to know. <$1000> —on donation—

Then the same sound of notification dings, the money this time was absurd, no dirty request, no nothing, just for you to open the door. Your own door, what could he be sending at this hour? And why did the petname stuck a little bit differently. You didn’t dare to question as you found yourself moving off the camera view with viewers going wild with crazy assumptions, they’re also wondering what could the famous big spender be sending.

As the door open and you sticking your head out you found nothing of a package, just a tall man towering over you, shoulders hunched like he’s mentally preparing for something, and in your little naive head you thought he’s the delivery. Your sweet voice could barely escape your mouth before the man in front of you barged in and lock you by the neck, you screamed, loud and sharp but it was quickly cut off when the door closed and locked in place. The man was far too strong, the grip around your neck was far too tight as he dragged you into your own bedroom where the livestream is still on, and then the face that revealed underneath the cap was nothing of a pathetic nerdy mess of a guy but a rather beautiful one, eyes that is so blue it caught you at your squeezed throat, jaws sharp to the point you felt envy if not for the deadly grip he had on you and perfectly white hair falling so perfectly onto his face. He was so beautiful despite his glasses and the little pimple scars on his face, he look 24 at best and you almost forget how to breathe, and that you needed to fight, but something in his eyes says another story even when the desperation was so high off the charts, and then the phone, the phone that dropped from his pocket finally answer everything.

It was your stream, on live, he’s one of the viewers and no other than your biggest spender. 6eyez_ . The chat gone wild as the viewers watch you struggle on your own bed with conflicted feelings, some are worried but most are already touching themselves to you being manhandled. His voice was soft, pathetically quiet, like it pained him to even speak. Shaking even. “Baby…fuck…baby you’re so gorgeous in person, ah…you’re so beautiful. So so beautiful…I’ve been waiting for the longest time ever…you’re mine now…finally.”

His words were desperate, mixing with something dark and dangerous as he leaned in so close he was practically drooling right around your ear. He knew this was wrong, that this is all wrong but this is also his biggest fantasy, finally showing you that you’re his in front of all your viewers, announcing himself in his sick twisted way that he’s the only one who’ll be able to fuck and fill you full. His head was already imagining things as he look at you with so much need in his eyes.