An Exhausting Day Online

Thankfully she was alone in the kitchen, her flatmate elsewhere. Furthermore she was grateful she was out of sight of the camera. This was too enjoyable, too intensely fun. Doing it was amazing and the idea of recording it was incredible. The toy inside her pussy gave a few buzzes to remind her to hurry but she still had a moment to breath.

The cool tiles of the kitchen floor on her feet and the generally cooler temperature on the room were heavenly to Jocelyn, she was tempted to stay there. Bottomless and aroused but delightfully chilled, the sweat over her body could finally do its job and vent off some of her heat.

Jocelyn downed a full glass of water in seconds and by the end of it she was panting for more. Refilling it a second time she took a slightly less desperate sip and let the liquid cool her throat.

The darkened and slightly blurry reflection of her upon the fridge door painted the image of a very dishevelled woman, despite Jocelyn's recent shower. She looked down at herself and saw that her top was clinging to her damp chest, her nipples peeking through.

Would that be an issue when she returned to streaming? She dismissed the thought. If they were hard now, her nipples had likely been that way for some time. No use getting worked up about that now.

The rumble from her centre grew in intensity. Glancing down the small pink antenna winked at her, the light blinking on and off to remind her of her connection. The vibrations were growing, was that a signal to say she had been gone too long? She admitted that she had lost track of time in the cool room. Another swig and a quick refill and she started the journey back to her room with her glass of water.

Resisting her habit of turning on the video as soon as she returned and before she had properly prepared herself, Jocelyn used a few tissues to wipe up her fluids but it didn't do much. The chair would need a proper clean at some point. "Ah well, no time for that now," Jocelyn thought.

Sitting down and brushing out her shirt Jocelyn checked herself out in the preview window and prepared herself for the stream to restart.

With the click of a button she was back on their screens and being welcomed back with hundreds of messages. Were there more viewers than before? It seemed everyone was abuzz, excited to return to gaming. Perhaps, after her hour and a half of streaming word had gotten out and those who could not make it initially, or were not aware of her sudden stream, had joined.

"Hey everyone! I'm back!" She exclaimed. Just as the toy went full power.

The next twenty minutes were agony. Terrifyingly exciting agony.

Right from the start the vibrator was buzzing inside her at its highest power, something KK had held off on before. Where once there had been gradually dulling vibrations playing on an overstimulated pussy, there were now intense rumblings causing a cascade of pleasure. Jocelyn's pussy was a puffy, flushed, waterfall and her chair soon matched a plunge basin.

Her nipples had been hard before but now they were achingly so. The slightest movement of her shirt, controller, or arms against them made her hyper aware of their prominence.

Her butt plug too was now starting to get a little uncomfortable. Was the lube wearing off? From around mid-level intensity her vibrator could cause the toy in her ass to resonate alongside it, but at its highest setting it was almost as though there was another vibrator in there. The stimulation from both sides was getting to be far too much.

To her credit, Jocelyn's face was as happy, carefree and expressive as ever. Fans might have noticed however, how flushed her face was, and how she fanned herself. Many noticed her erect nipples pushing through her gaming shirt but it was not as though a braless woman was an impossible sight on the internet. At the very least, none of the commentors seemed willing to mention her nipples, lest they disappear from their sight.

Nor did any of them mention the breathy tone her voice had taken on, or the squirming.

Despite her mask of normality, something was definitely unusual.

Jocelyn was a fidget. Watching any of her streams could tell you that, but today she shifted all around in her chair yet never raising her knees above the desk like she usually would. She was uncomfortable, yet unwilling to take up the position she normally found the most comfortable; feet up on the chair, knees bent.

Jocelyn tried to carry things off as normal when she returned to the game and the boss she had been struggling against. She was desperate to conceal any firm proof that her actions were actually all due to her body being hyper aroused, even as the vibrations urged her onwards.

She succeeded for a time.

When it came to the enemy she was fighting, she had been getting closer to victory each time. When she defeated that foe the stream, and this torture would end.

She approached the boss room once again, feeling confident.

The issue was, she was close. She had been close to orgasming for some time but now it felt like even if KK dulled the vibrations her arousal would grow regardless.

Her orgasm was like a wave was approaching forcefully and even if it happened to hit a rock Jocelyn was fairly certain the foam and spray would crest over it unimpeded, even if the wave itself was stopped.

KK had the vibrator on intense and rapid waves, sometimes they were not even waves at all and more sudden changes in level. High, low, high, medium, high, low, medium, nothing. It was unpredictable. She could never anticipate the next level coming and was therefore never prepared to accept it.

She fought against the boss as it attacked her, biting her lip the whole time through. She dodged blows and countered with her own but her opponent was fierce. Her body was tense throughout it all. She shifted her legs, through the puddle of her juice and sweat, beads rolling over her thighs.

The boss reared up and growled, she was in the final stage. She was familiar with this transition but had never gotten much further past it. The enemy glowed and pulsed with energy and malice in front of her and her character squared up to it defiantly. She'd been at this quite a while.

She psyched herself up yelling, "Come on, let's do this! We're so close!"

Her viewers cheered her on too. "Almost there," "You can do it," "Give it all you've got."

Hundreds of voices supporting her.

Hundreds of eyes upon her.

Charging into battle she fought and dodged and blocked. The vibrator whirred and screamed inside of her and her heart pounded just as intensely. Her butt shifted; filled and bare. It moved involuntarily along with every roll of her character. Her chest shook, barely confined, it too being carried along with her movements. Sweat poured off her face as her eyes focused on nothing but the game. Juices streamed out of her and washed past the blinking pink antenna.

A swing, a dodge, a counter. Out of healing now, but her opponents health bar was so small. Off in the corner of the screen, far from Jocelyn's focus, donation alerts pinged. Rewarding Jocelyn for the engaging show. One of those viewers sat at home, his finger upon a phone screen going up and down, helping Jocelyn fight a hidden battle.

Leaping out the way a fearsome strike whizzed past Jocelyn's character. Her fingers stabbed at the attack button as her legs trembled.

A slash, a second slash, then a dodge again. The boss slammed into the ground but Jocelyn had escaped harm, now her opponent was stationary, exposed and vulnerable. She struck.

A thrust to the centre right, through the armour sent the boss reeling backwards. An powerful hit. The foe staggered backwards before Jocelyn's character, and collapsed. That last bit of red in its health bar vanished.

Jocelyn had won.

Realising this her face morphed into a gigantic smile and her body completely relaxed. Victory was hers and her tension faded away.

However, just like the boss she had defeated, that final strike had left her exposed. KK moved the sliders to their max settings.

Jocelyn let out a scream, then bit her lip hard. Her controller was discarded, it bounced across the floor but her arms were simply unable to hold on to it. Her body shook and she forced it forward, if only to hide her face.

That relaxation of her muscles had released all that had built up. Her heartbeat pounded blood through her ears so much that it defended her, her hips shaking throughout.

Her head hit the desk as she slowly descended and her hair covered her face.

A groan followed her scream, low and throaty.

Of course most of her viewers thought the sounds were simply ones of exhaustion. The relief of finally have accomplished a goal. That was true enough, from a certain perspective.

Out of their sight, below the desk and hidden from the camera, Jocelyn's juices squirted out of her, splashing onto the chair and the floor, her legs forced wide on instinct. Juices splattered and dripped off her seat.

Over the course of only a few seconds, hours of tension came out. The wave that had been building had not been stopped or slowed, no rock had impeded its flow, KK had not turned the vibrations down. The wave of arousal inside Jocelyn had slammed into the cliffs and knocked her right into the water. She was swept away in the pleasure of it all.

Lost in the feeling, time passed but Jocelyn was only aware of her own quakes.

For a few moments she sat there, recovering. The tensing and releasing of her core remaining a little while longer.

She should have taken more time to recover, but self-consciousness was overwhelming her. She was an entertainer, who still had a job to do. But if she had waited but a few more moments, the face she showed the camera and her viewers, would have been far less erotic.

Tears at the edge of her eyes, hair plastered to her forehead, her lips wet. She was a drenched mess even above the desk. And her eyes... her eyes burned through the screen. Her face was a mask of ecstatic relief and her shirt was plastered to her chest, outlining her figure to all who watched. She was showing her upper body in an erotic manner and no one could even see the state of her saturated chair or her legs as they fidgeted through her juices.

It was plausible that her elation was just from victory in the game, her body's reaction just her recovering from exertion, but it was no less of a sight to show people.

"Wow..." Came her breathy sigh.

The comments were flooding in but she could not read a single one of them.

She let out a final "whoo" of release before trying to pull herself together. She needed to escape before anything else happened.

"Well with that, I think I will end the stream there. Sorry it's a bit abrupt but that boss really took it out of me." She continued to thank them for coming, telling them all how much she enjoyed their company but at this point her concentration was fading. It was a rushed farewell. The afterglow of her orgasm was blurring her mind.

Soon she was free of them, viewers disappearing back into the web, some rushing off to message boards, ready to discuss what they had witnessed.

As those viewers dispersed it was again a show for one. She typed out a quick message.

"That felt so good." She exclaimed.

[I know. I saw. You only scream like that when it's truly intense. If only I could tell them that that is your tell.] Was KK's teasing reply.

She let him joke around but soon dismissed him too, they could chat later. Right now she needed a break.

That said, what caught her eye was the icon in the corner of her screen that signified it had saved her recording. Footage from her camera and game from the last few hours was recorded in one file and another file showed the app that controlled her vibrator. Those sliders going up and down.

If anyone had both videos matched together they could track how the vibrator had affected her. Her facial expressions, her fidgeting, her breathy sighs and sudden yelps all synced up to the slider on the screen, mirroring what KK had done on his own phone.

It was perfect for her subscribers. Edited down, it would be an amazing video.

Oh it might cause some issues as her two jobs collided but with how fun that had been, she was feeling it might not be the last time. Why not make the most of things? This was an opportunity she would not give up.

Far off in the message boards of the internet, rumours were abound, experiences were being recited. Soon the truth would emerge, in video form, available only to a exponentially growing paying group. Live shows would end up not being a concern for Jocelyn for some time, instead a steady income would develop from her videos. Things would change greatly for Jocelyn but that was a journey to come.

Shakily Jocelyn stood up from her chair. The chair needed a clean, the floor needed a clean, she needed another wash. Yet all that could wait.

Without anyone watching, for the first time in a number of hours, she stumbled across her room, over to her bed and collapsed upon it. Her eyelids gave up no resistance as they closed and she soon fell asleep, with juices sliding onto her sheets, and a pink toy slumbering inside her.