CHAPTER 16 – LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION! #4
The show is scheduled for eight p.m., peak viewership.
We do a dry run: I put on a bunny mask that literally has big white ears attached, and then straddle Jack while he clamps his huge hands around my hips and pretends to growl.
I try out my new “Bunny” voice—higher, breathier, almost cartoonish.
Jack laughs, which breaks character, and I hit him with a pillow.
Thirty minutes to curtain, and the nerves hit, hard.
“I feel like I’m about to walk down a school hallway naked,” I say, pulling at a loose thread on the bodysuit. “Where everyone’s watching.”
Jack comes up behind me, his hands warm on my shoulders. “That’s my favorite dream, sweetheart. I love that one.”
I giggle before slapping his hand lightly.
“Oh my god! You’re so bad!”
My man merely pulls me close against his hard chest, that big body soothing me.
“You’re gonna ace it, sweetheart. We practiced. You’re a natural with a huge audience already. They love you.”
I giggle, turning to face him. “Just don’t call me ‘sweetheart’ on camera, okay? I’m supposed to be Bunny, not your girlfriend.”
He grins, wolfish. “Noted. But I reserve the right to call you my slut.”
My knees actually wobble. “Deal.”
He sits, mask on, in the high-backed armchair we positioned as the “throne.” I stand off to the side, watching the countdown on the site’s admin page. Three minutes. Two. One.
I click “Go Live.”
It starts a little awkwardly, to be honest. Jack’s foot tangles in a power cord and he nearly sends the lamp flying.
I giggle, way too loud, and cover my mouth with both hands.
But the first tip comes in before we even get situated, and then the chat window explodes with “YESSSSSS,” “holy shit,” “BUNNY IS BACK” and “who’s the masked dude? ”
I introduce us: “Hey everyone, it’s your favorite bunny! And this is my new friend, Wolf.” Jack leans into camera range, letting them see the intensity of his blue eyes, and the chat goes wild.
I giggle.
“I’m so glad you like my new playmate. So what do you want to see us do first?”
A request pops up on the screen: “Plug play, baby girl.” Oh, that’s an easy one, so I nod.
I grab a pink plug, coat it in lube slowly, getting it slick and shiny while maintaining sizzling eye contact with the camera.
Then, I turn my ass to the lens, coy yet deliberate.
The tips double. Jack grabs the toy, his big hands visible, and at first, the plug slips a bit between his fingers because it’s so lubed up.
But he takes it firmly in hand, and the chat loves it.
“Wolf has huge hands” scrolls across the screen in all caps.
“Fuck yeah.” Wow, all that just from Jack holding a plug.
The nerves go away. It’s like muscle memory. I play to the chat, moaning, teasing, looking back over my shoulder just enough to let my hair fall into my eyes. Jack feeds off it, smile gleaming from below the mask. He slips the tiny plug into my pussy and I let out a real moan, my head tipping back.
“Mmm, that feels so good, Daddy Wolf,” I cry out. “Mmm!”
“Yeah, you like it,” he rasps, his thrusts getting bolder, voice dropping lower. He narrates a little—”Open wider, Bunny,” or “Take it, slut,”—and every time he says something, I jolt with pleasure. Meanwhile, the tips are rolling in, faster than I’ve ever seen before.
But we’re going to do more than a tiny bit of pussy play. Jack slips the plug out of my cunt and then pushes it into my ass in one quick motion. I gasp as the chat goes wild.
“Fuck her in both holes,” the audience types. “Do it, do it.”
Jack obliges. He pulls me into his lap so that I’m facing him, before slowly inserting a huge dildo into my cunt.
“Mmm!” I squeal. “Daddy Wolf, what are you doing?”
“You’re a slut for double penetration,” he rasps. “Now fuck yourself with the dildo while I fuck your ass.”
Sure enough, the chat explodes again as my man works the plug in and out of my backdoor as I take the dildo with two hands. I fuck myself with the enormous length, mewling and screaming as my big breasts bobble.
“Oooh!” I squeal breathlessly, working the massive toy into my slick channel. “Mmm!”
“Get a third for her mouth!” the chat practically screams. “Do it, do it.”
Jack obliges. He picks up a third dildo and taps it at my lips.
Immediately, I open my mouth and swallow the monster, moaning as it makes it way down my throat.
When I’m plugged full three ways, Jack fondles my breasts, strokes my clit, and gives instructions.
“Swallow more, sweetheart. All the way in. Good girl. Show them how much you can take.” It’s too much.
I’m plugged full three ways, and the ripple starts deep in my belly.
Then, it explodes and my orgasm isn’t faked, not even close—I squeeze around the toys in my pussy and ass, all the while sucking a giant dildo in my mouth.
A short, shrill scream escapes from my muffled mouth as I come apart on camera.
“Mmmm!” I squeal, eyes wide behind my mask as my breasts shake. “Ummm!”
Jack holds the dildos in place because my spasms are so powerful that they might be pushed out. He watches with unbridled approval as my pussy and ass clench.
“Beautiful,” he growls. “That a girl, Bunny. Fuck yeah.”
The chat is a flood of admiration and filth, but also a kind of worship.
“You two are made for this,” someone writes, and for a second I want to cry at how right it feels.
We are naturals. I moan, shiver, and tremble, as Jack strokes my clit through my climax, murmuring soothing words.
I can barely hold myself up, plugged full and airtight the way I am.
At the thirty-minute mark, the viewer count is triple our highest ever.
I’m empty at the moment, but not for long.
I do a topless lap-dance on Jack, hands on his mask, rocking slow and deep before gently spreading my legs and pushing myself down on his giant shaft.
Even after being stretched by toys, it’s still not easy.
He pulls my hair, gentle at first, then rougher, and for a second I’m not Bunny, or even Eliza, just a creature made of hunger.