Tanya cums hard

She looked away, and caught sight of Mitchell standing helplessly at the side of the room. He didn't look happy, and at that moment she somehow knew that if he could, he'd switch places with her right now.

As the dildo began to slowly thrust up and down inside her, she tried to imagine it was Mitchell making love to her instead. It almost worked too, as she began to feel his cock pushing deeper and deeper towards her g-spot, and imagined his hot breath down her neck, but then she made the mistake of looking back at the laptop, and reality came rudely flooding back.

She was on a thrusting, vibrating dildo, with only a small mask to hide her identity, trapped in front of a crowd of online strangers - oh please, she swore, let them all be strangers! - and not even the first minute was up.

She gritted her teeth, and began to focus on the task of denying this machine and Rachel what they craved the most. Her public climax.

She looked back at Mitchell one more time, and in the manic crazy heat of the moment, she had one sudden flash of clarity. She was fighting for this point, to tie the scores with Mitchell, and to be in the running to be able to choose who would suffer the ultimate humiliation. But she was far from sure, if she were to win, who exactly she would choose. Would she in fact, choose herself?

At that, Tanya turned away from Mitchell and stared at the wall behind the laptop, and a tiny groan escaped her lips for the first time as the device strapped to her began to not only find it's rhythm, but the very spots that would make resistance and denial so very, very difficult.

Tanya had her hands free, but Rachel had made it clear what the penalty for covering up would be. No, part of the task was to have her hands free and yet choose to expose herself anyway. Tanya's face was a mask of conflict as she began to feel the machine hit its stride.

She could see herself, on the computer. The same image that would be broadcasted over the internet to who knew how many perverts and peeping toms. The image was that of a woman, in a small mask but with Tanya's unmistakable red hair, grinding up and down as her body took the large dildo between her legs.

Her boobs, smallish but still firm enough to attract men's attentions even when covered in a t-shirt, were now leading a life of their own. Bouncing around, Tanya was still tempted to drape a protective arm across them, but with the device probing away at her sensitive genitals, she didn't want to run the risk that touching her own nipples might send her over the edge.

She had to hold on.

Madly, she tried to summon a mental image of herself at the office, something mundane and stressful that could be as a far removed from being sexy and erotic as it was possible to get. As the dildo stepped up a notch, and a low moan escaped Tanya's lips, she tried simply to focus on being at her desk, sitting in her chair, looking at a spreadsheet that wouldn't add up right.

But then, no! The chair in her office began to vibrate. The spreadsheet on her computer became distorted and pixelated. She struggled with the application, but then closed it down in frustration, only to find to her horror that her desktop background image was now herself. Herself, naked, masturbating furiously, and with the sluttiest look on her face that she'd ever seen.

As the image of her office faded away, Tanya became lost in the thrust and withdrawal of the machine. She looked up. The camera stared back at her, capturing every humiliating moment as she tried to resist her basic instincts.

"No!" she cried, commanding her body to obey her instructions.

Her body was obeying a more primitive instinct though, and she could already feel the orgasm forming.

Could she hold it back just a little longer?

She looked at the clock.

"Fuck!" she yelled, as she realized she still had four minutes to go. She was already on the edge, about to tip over, losing control with every passing second. With deep frustration, she knew that her own body was betraying her and exposing her most private of experiences to a lusting internet.

Then she came. And she came hard. Harder than she ever had with Mitchell.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!" she moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, and her hands hanging limply by her side. As her quivering legs lost all muscle control, she sank even harder on to the dildo. She struggled to breathe properly as wave and wave washed over her.

She never remembered being this noisy in the bedroom before. She wondered, shamed by her inability to resist, what Mitchell thought of his girlfriend seemingly surrendering to a fucking machine so easily.

She looked at her own arms and body, and saw the perspiration run over down her skin as she continued to thrash and writhe under the stimulation of the insatiable dildo.

Then, Tanya's noisy climax finally game to a halt, and mercifully the device also stopped thrusting as well.

Out of breath, sweat glistening all over her body, and with juices flowing down her inner thighs, Tanya couldn't even comprehend what she must look like to all the men and women who were watching her abject surrender over the Internet.

Oh God, she thought. How many times would that orgasm be replayed on peoples' screens? How many times would people upload the file for others to witness, and how many of them would jerk off while Tanya helplessly and futilely fought against her own body's urges?

"Well," Rachel said, as Tanya's ragged breathing echoed around the small room and into the laptop's microphone, "looks like you've failed this task."

She stepped slowly forward, and gave Tanya some mocking slow applause.

"Clearly you can't keep yourself from cumming even in the most embarrassing of situations!"

As she came close to the viewing angle of the webcam, Rachel produced her own masquerade mask and deftly put it on, hiding her own features as she entered the scene for their audience.