#delshay

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Delshay

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To say that Del was bombarded with messages and requests would be an understatement. Her e-mail was filled with fans begging for her attention, some as bold as to propose a meet up. She was never into that, unless it was for pay. She wasn’t about above doing a “private show” for a generous customer. The only time she ever considered a request from a fan, was when Samantha reached out. She included a few pictures, praised Delshay for her work on camera, and how she would use her toys (they were people, she just called them toys) for her fans on her weekly shows. It was because of her figure that Delshay agreed to let her on the show, figuring she wouldn’t mind some fun with her in a very public manner. Delshay took a seat in her chair, having just retrieved Samantha from the front door to bring her to her studio/bedroom. The webcam was life, and chats were pouring in about the two. Delshay was wearing a pair of burgundy yoga pants and a tank top, that hugged her curves. “Thanks for coming. This should be fun,” she said to smile, smiling at her, patting the seat next to her to offer it to the woman.

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Delshay couldn’t really even lift her head up. But yes, her dick was standing straight up, pulsing from arousal, and covered in red hand marks from June. Shecouldn’t deny what a betas she was, having been conquered by June. Her entire body shook when June gripped her dick. It was the first feeling of pleasure she’d felt since meeting the woman, she hadn’t been expecting it, didn’t think she’d ever feel pleasure again. “I – I –” she mumbled, unsure what to even say. in response. She found herself trying to imagine what June would want her to say. “Jesus, is June still hard? Abuse  Delshay’s cock!”, “Use another hole and break her damn jaw.” and “Still offering 40 grand for each ass implant you get from her.” were on the screen, although there were thousands of messages responding to June’s question. “ 

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Motivation

It wasn’t often that Delshay had a certain motivation for one of her cam shows. But tonight would be the first time. She wanted quite a large crowd, so she had been pumping up just how big a show it would be, and even lowered her outrageous subscription prices to try and get as many people to view it as she could. She didn’t want to just fuck tonight’s guest, she wanted to ruin her. 

Delshay had convinced Chloe to come into her room, that she needed help streaming something. She was so sick of her father’s ads on television, promoting on new piece of local legislation or another. Always, his agenda seemed to p her people. Enough was enough. “It’s on the computer babe,” she said with a smile, closing, and quietly locking the door behind them as they entered bedroom. 

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Unsuspecting

Delshay smiled as she watched the chat flood in with her members. She saw them all as dollar signs, just people who paid her bills, and her extravagant lifestyle. She made enough money for a family of eight, and it all went to her own selfish needs. She knew he guest would be here any minute. She had buzzed them into the secure apartment building and left her door unlocked for them to enter. Her bedroom wouldn’t be difficult to find. The woman was cute. She was petite, but curvy, had a face of an angel. 

“We have a big surprise today, guys,” she said to her viewers, smirking into the camera. Delshay had on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, her curves on full display for them. “We have a cute little thing for our show. She desperately wants Daddy’s cock to pound her tight holes! I think you all are going to be very happy,” she gloated. 

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After hours

Delshay pulled her long, blonde locks out of her face as the red ‘recording’ light on her laptop finally faded off. She had on a light glaze of sweat, not uncommon after a recording session. Her livestreams had grown with every airing, something her bank account certainly enjoyed, but beyond that, it really had no effect on her .For most, it might have inflamed their ego, but for Del, it was nearly impossible for that to grow any larger. She cleared her throat, as she tugged a tank top on, over her bare figure. “You gunna do anything after?” she asked Karen. As usual, her statements were short, and her tone had an air of annoyance to it. But, her main point was that Karen didn’t need to rush off tonight. She sat back on her couch, and pulled a pair of shorts up her thick legs. “Just sayin, you’re welcome to hang around with me,” she offered. Del’s studio apartment was one room, but very large. Not to mention, it had one hell of a view of the Vancouver skyline, which ad a faint pink glow to it as the sun was moments from completely setting. 

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It had been a couple weeks with Sam. She thought that after their first night, she would have had her fun. Of course, it would take a lot of time for Delshay to get her reputation back. Months, maybe years. But at the very least, the memory of Sam would have been just that. She’d get over eventually. But clearly, that wasn’t Sam’s plans. No, her home was overrun with her, claiming the bed for herself, redecorating to what she wanted. And worst of all, she took over Del’s show. No, not it was 3-6 hours a night of brutal fucking, ramming Sam’s massive, brutal cock in both her holes, raking in 15 grand a night ,easily. That money used to go to her bank account, but now, it was all Sam’s. Sam was also able to grow her audience by double, putting on far more interesting shows than Delshay ever did. Delshay was late this evening. She had dreaded going back home. She had spent some time in the gym, wanting to make sure she stayed in shape for her owner. She didn’t want to go home, contemplating just running away. But she thought better of it. She sauntered into the bedroom, seeing the back of Sam on the computer. The former cam star had on leggings and a tank top, wondering if Sam would be happy with her attire. “Sorry I’m late,” her voice trailed off, standing in the center of the room now. 

@littlepieceofheavxn​

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Appearance

Fiona was one of the few people that Delshay actually liked. She was usually a bitch to everyone, she had zero issue with telling everyone off. This was a far cry from who she once was. She eventually decided not to live her life timidly, and when it came to respect, fuck earning it. You had to take it. With Fiona, she never had to force this way of thinking on her, the moment they met, she was friendl with Del, there was no reason to be cruel. In fact, she always felt a flattery from Fiona, simply by how kind she was to her. Del would be lying if another reason she wasn’t cruel to her, was simply how Fiona looked. She thoroughly enjoyed her curves, her full lips, her pretty eyes. She had a reason to stay on her good side.

But she never hid who she was from Fiona. Delshay had countless times, told other people off. Not only in class, but if they were out, hanging with each other. Her confidence (or arrogance, to some) was on full display. Fiona was over, this night as the two were working on some homework together. After the redhead had fallen asleep, she went to her study to begin a livestream. It was Thursday night, and she usually kept to her schedule so her fans knew exactly when she’d be on. It paid the bills, but more than that, it fed Delshay’s ego. Her door was opened a crack, sitting in front of the computer as the red “recording” light glowed. Her dick was stiff, her signature ball stud pierced through the crown of it’s head. She typed to her viewers  tonight, wanting to keep it down for Fiona. She sent words of humiliation and dominance to them, making them feel small and insignificant, and in turn, she was rewarded with her paypal account getting blown up. 

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