Chapter 5 Lifestreaming The Heretic

• ♥Cece's POV♥
• "How about you hop over that desk on all fours and give us a nice back view?!" Will barked out another order and without hesitation, I did as I was told.
• I was beginning to get bored and tired. The shoot had lasted for over three hours and we still weren't done. What made it more tiring was the fact that just one or two pictures go on the gram so was it worth all this stress?
• The activities in the doll house were tabled and printed on a timetable and according to October's calendar, I I should have solo sex otherwise known as masturbation tomorrow. But the month only just ended and Will was working on something else for the month of November. The pictures always go through thorough editing and the photographer has his unique signature of making his muse or models stand out, not only to advertise his work but also to entice our fans. Seeing him duck and crouch while peering between pictures, I knew he was editing and performing some magic.
• "Perfect! I think we are done for today." He clapped and packed up his equipment while he headed to the furthest corner of the room to have some alone time to work.
• “Will, can I leave now?”
• “Of course Cece. We have a lot to do starting tomorrow and we also need to plan your mum’s flight and treatment. Might as well say good night.”
• As I watched him leave, I said good night as I turned to head to my room. This job was a fucking stressful one and it was actually degrading but it was a necessary evil for me. Sometimes I do wish I had found another way to sort the bills but I was stuck with this. Yeah, there was a lot of money coming in but it would keep getting harder and harder to fit in with everyone out there.
• I walked past the other girls in the living room and most of them gave me death stares. Crystal, a fellow but nicer doll who I became friends with, was the only one that waved and put a friendly smile on her face as well. They really didn’t like me, not with the circumstances that surrounded my arrival.
• Crystal had given me the gist of things. The doll I had replaced had died a few weeks before I joined and she was a good friend to all the dolls. They hated me for taking her place like I had orchestrated her death in some way. This wasn’t some charity home or little orphanage. It was a business and the death of one staff wouldn’t stop the cogs of its engine.
• Getting into my room, I directly plopped on the bed without removing the outfit I had on. Like any spoilt youth, I reached out for my phone to relieve my boredom. I scrolled through my notifications to see if there was anything important. It’s normally filled with massive DMs on Instagram and Twitter to get some private time with me. I basically ignored them all and searched for the notifications from my Onlyfans.
• “Damn. It had been a while since I heard from you Mister.”
• With a blush on my face, I tapped on the notification and immediately replied. It was a message from The Heretic, one of my highest paying customers, asking for a striptease and something extra. I remember when he first subscribed; it was a night that I planned my first live sex tape. I haven’t had any since then but I was still here so it was a likely possibility.
• My subscribers had gone on for weeks with lots of tips for me to take things a step further. The Heretic came in that night and promised a huge tip right before I took off my clothes with an odd request. He said he didn’t want the guy cumming in me or on me in any way. That tip was something I really needed back then so I hurriedly obliged and did as he asked. I felt an extra bundle of excitement that night and I moaned and called him daddy, telling the male pornstar that daddy didn’t want his cum touching me. He ended up cumming on the sheets and immediately, The Heretic paid up.
• Since that night, he’s been an ‘extra’ subscriber. Asking for private shows, one-on-one’s, or asking for certain kinks. I accepted the ones I could fulfil and politely rejected the rest but altogether, he’s been amazing. If I ever decided to meet up with any of my loyal subscribers, he would be first on the list.
• I looked across my room in search of the perfect outfit for the striptease. I really didn’t have to do anything tonight but it was getting kind of boring and a little horniness never hurt anyone. Sliding the clothes along the rack, I picked out a sexy red outfit, complete with the thong and lace bra underneath and garter belt.
• I sent him a picture of the outfit and he approved. Finally took off what I had on and went in for a shower. I didn’t take too long since I knew The Heretic was waiting for me; probably with a hard-on in his shorts and thinking of me doing dirty things to and for him.
• “Hey daddy. I’m back. Hope you didn’t wait too long.”
• I don’t know why I called out to him as I turned on the video function and positioned the phone on a stand provided by Will for these kind of situations. He never really said anything; just typed what he wanted.
• “Not too long.”
• I was shocked. This was a first. He actually spoke to me. He was always mute whenever I had any private arrangements with him. It felt different and a bit exciting, and his voice had a lot of sexiness mixed within.
• I took some steps away from the phone, allowing him to see the full outfit and how sexy it looked on me. I took different poses befitting of an actual model and some like a club stripper. I bent down, making an arch while I stood and giving him that heart-shaped butt view that turned most men on.
• I painted a devilish grin on my face as I turned around, shaking my waist so that my ass jiggled softly. I’d gotten countless compliments about my ass and how soft it was. Jiggling every time I took a step, it made all the men stare.
• I slowly pulled a corner of the dress up to my waist, exposing my right thigh and the string of my thong. I gave a wicked smile before doing the same thing to the left side. I turned around again this time and remembering that music made everything better, I turned on the player that lay on the table. It had a playlist I had created myself to raise the mood for stuff like this.
• I went back to him, shimmying my waist all the way. Bending my ass towards him, I twerked a bit and made sure to add a lot of sexy tweaks to it. Biting my short nails, I twerked teasingly and moaned a bit, making sure to call him daddy every time.
• I pulled my left arm out of the dress, letting the shoulder string hang loosely at my side and also exposing more than just a little cleavage. I let the finger in my mouth slide from my lips to my shoulders, tracing the edges of my clothing and teasing to take it off. This time, he said no words but just kept watching me. I kinda felt a little disappointed but I couldn’t stop. I was getting paid so I had to become a useful item to any of my clients.
• I pulled off the other shoulder string and let him finally see my tits held up in a sexy lace bra net; the kind that didn’t hold my tits too tight or cover all of my tits but just enough to keep my nipples subtly hidden. With another smirk, I teased taking it off.
• I imagined him across the room from me, watching me do all these slutty and sexy things while he sat watching with his mask on. Then he’ll get up and walk towards me slowly and confidently, like he was my master and I, his slave. That he’d tell me to toss of the dress, leaving only my thong and bra net with the garter belt along my thighs. Pinning me against the wall and kissing the fuck out of my lips, while his free hand glides across my skin and creating a path to the space between my legs. I could feel myself soak my panties at the thought.
• Then he would push me to the bed and make me go on my knees before him, right before I unbuckle his belt and pull his trousers to his ankles. I’ll eat him up with my eyes, from his masked face to his neck and further down till I notice the bulge in his boxers. I’d take it in my hands while his boxers are still on, stroking it with so much delicacy and affection. Sniffing in his scent, my insides would curl at the imagination of him inside of me.
• Hold on Cece. This is a fan. A paying client. Those thoughts aren’t gonna work. He’s a man behind the screen just like many others before and after him.
• I think I lost myself in the mood too much because when I became fully aware the bra net was already off and my thong was already halfway down. I lay on the bed with my ass in the air, facing him. I could swear that I was a sight to behold; I was already wet, soaking wet and I would give anything to get fucked at the moment.
• Seb’s POV
• I stared at my screen with my dick rock hard in my joggers. I know I asked for a striptease but this was getting extremely intense. I watched her moan and call me daddy. Watched her twerk round her room and do a little shimmy with a devilish grin on her face all through. I got far more turned on than ever, and this wasn’t even because I was stressed.
• Then suddenly, like something had taken over her, she put in far more effort than necessary. She teased me far more than she should have, touching just the right places with just the right moves. Curving and bending that sexy body of hers just at the right time. And when she got on the bed, it was totally different. I had lost it. I started drooling underneath the mask and could feel my hand move of its own accord into my joggers.
• I watched as she slowly took off the red black bra net she had on, before proceeding to fondle her tits. She wasn’t rushed or too forceful, she started slowly as she built up pleasure and desire with her movements. By now, I had already pulled down my joggers and was moaning to the thought of pounding her pussy however way she wanted it.
• She took off her thong with delicate care, and teasing me by holding her thighs together and hiding the core of her sexiness from me. I really wished she could moan my name as she touched herself but I clearly went by a nickname and I didn’t want her to know it was me. The only piece of clothing left on her was the garter belt. It had a certain appeal of sexiness and I could imagine myself pulling at them while she was bent over and my dick was inside her.
• My thoughts and imaginations, coupled with the things she did was pushing me to my limits. I was so close to a release. I could hear her call me daddy repeatedly, begging me to fuck her brains out. I think both of us were looking for an extreme point of pleasure. Her pussy looked so smooth and I couldn’t help but admire it even if I had seen it countless times. I felt like dipping my head between her legs and making her cum with just my tongue and lips.
• I stroked myself with more vigour and I couldn’t help but begin to moan out her name, saying the countless things I’d love her to do to me if she was here. I watched her finger herself with her legs widespread. I could hear the soft squelching sounds her pussy was making every time her finger slid out. I knew she was really close since her legs were already shaking and her head was thrown back. I could imagine her squirting all over her finger and the sheets, and how sexy it would be if my dick was in her instead of her finger.
• In moments, I was cumming all over my joggers. Shooting ropes of cum like I didn’t just have sex a while ago, that was just how sexy and seductive Cece was. And shortly after my last spurt, I heard Cece squeal as she squirted all over the place. She must have really been starved for days cos she didn’t stop squirting for a full minute.
• I looked up at the clock in my room, and seeing that I had already made Asher wait so long, I hopped off the bed. Tossing my clothes aside and rinsing off the cum on my joggers, I walked into the shower and turned it on. I credited Cece’s account and logged off.
• Cece’s POV
• I was so turned on that I didn’t know when I slipped a finger inside me and with my legs wide open in front of the camera, I began to finger myself. I touch my body all over, trying to please The Heretic like the little pornstar I was. I really did hate this job but right now, all I cared about was soaking these sheets with my squirt. I couldn’t even stop myself from moaning and calling out to him, calling him daddy and begging him to use my pussy in whatever way he wanted.
• I felt it building up steadily and I didn’t hold back one bit. I fondled my tits while paying special attention to my nipples, making sure they stayed hard. I imagined how he’d suck in them in his mouth while his fingers played with my clit and pussy. In seconds, I was cumming. I squirted into the air but I didn’t let up. I don’t know why but I imagined the stranger from the hospital fucking me. Imagined how manly and strong he’d feel on top of me. It pushed me to new edges of pleasure.
• By the time I came to, I noticed that The Heretic had logged off but not before he made the payment. I felt kind of sad. I actually wanted to ask him how good I made him feel and if he came as intense as I did. Well, maybe next time.