I am Melissa - 3

Melissa goes live and allows Tyler to control the stream. Melissa has her first encounter with a fucking machine.

You asked for romance. I gave you some romance. However, I'm still a pervert, so enjoy some porn as well 😉

Still not a native English speaker, so forgive my spelling mistakes. I feel like I'm not done yet with Claire/Melissa and Tyler, so feel free to send requests for the next part!

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The weeks went by in a blur. It was the last stretch before the summer holiday would start, and I was slammed. Working on essays, studying, as well as keeping up with my porn site to make enough money. And I wanted to see Tyler. The times spent together were becoming a bit sparse, often just a quickie in the bathroom, but I enjoyed them nonetheless. Trying to focus on a lecture with a cum filled pussy was hard, but so worth it. Our boundaries - my boundaries of only seeing him as Melissa, and not as Claire started to blur. I wanted to be this sex crazed slut for him, but often enough I was quietly meeting him in any spare room, in between classes.

But this weekend will be different. For the first time in what felt like ages, I had time. That Friday I had two important deadlines, and I was up with all of my other work. So I would allow myself to let go this weekend. Tyler already knew I wouldn't be available until Saturday morning, because I also needed the rest. He also knew I would be completely his from that moment on. And my followers were aching for some proper content, so I had promised them a live stream. Tyler was eager to help. I sighed as I read through my essay one more time. Even though I had given myself some time off this weekend, I would still be busy. But I couldn't wait to see him again.

Saturday came quicker than I thought, thank the heavens. Instead of sleeping in like I had planned, I woke up restless and giddy. Today is the day. I got up, had a nutritious and filling breakfast before heading to the showers. The whole building was still quiet. Either people were sleeping in or they were already studying in the library. I shaved every unwanted hair on my body, and scrubbed until my skin was silky and soft. It took a while, but he deserved it. Hell, I deserved to feel hot as fuck again. I had let myself go a bit during the craziness, but now I was back again. In my room, I dressed in a simple summer dress, without any underwear and just simple sneakers. The weather was nice and I wanted to fully enjoy that. I took my camera, a bunch of lingerie and my laptop with me, so I could do what I needed to do. I expected to be naked most of the time anyway.
When I finally got the okay from Tyler that he was awake and ready for me, I made my way across campus to the little cabin he sent me to before. I needed to stop myself from running that way.

My heart was pounding when I pushed the door open. I wanted to see him so badly, and when I finally laid my eyes on him, I felt a nervous tickle in my belly. Butterflies. I frowned, trying to ignore the feeling, but as I walked across the room to greet him, I couldn't deny it any longer. With each step I became more certain. I was falling in love with this man. Hard. I blushed a little as he gave me the biggest smile, before he leaned down and kissed me softly. To my surprise, it wasn't the sex filled, hungry kiss he used to give me. It was soft. Tender. Sweet. Our tongues met and explored like lovers. I deepened the kiss, trying to hold on to my own boundaries. Only sex. On my terms. As Melissa. But they melted away as he curled his arms around me and pulled me against his body.

I was the first to break the kiss and stepped back a little. With his eyes on me, I kicked off my shoes and peeled the dress from my body, leaving me completely naked. Immediately his eyes darkened, filled themselves with lust.
“You look mouthwatering, my little Melissa,” he groaned softly, and I could see the bulge in his pants twitch. I bit my lip before looking up at him.
“Claire. I am Claire.” It was huge for me to leave my porno alter ego right now and it made me feel a bit insecure, but I wanted him to fuck me, and not just a wet dream. I stepped closer, rubbing his cock through his pants. “But I still want you to do unspeakable things to me.” At that, he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back sharply. His free hand curled around my throat and he squeezed tightly. The movements were so quick and unexpected that I barely realized what happened until he had pushed me to a wall. His knee pressed between my legs.
“Unspeakable, hm? Is that what this little whore needs?”
“Yes Sir,” I wheezed, before he gave me a little more room to breathe.
“I have some interesting plans for Melissa later on, but right now I have a pussy to fill.” He dragged me to the bedroom and threw me on the bed. He was rougher with me than he had been before. It both confused and aroused me. He flipped me on my back, pushed my legs up and entered me in one go. He folded me nearly in half, my knees resting on the bed next to my head. I gasped.
“I've been waiting for this moment,” he groaned as he grinded his hips against mine. It felt like the tip of his cock was pressed against my cervix and I moaned. “The moment you would drop your mask and let me fuck the real you.” He pulled out slightly and slammed back in again. “The moment I could fuck Claire so hard and deep, she would be dripping for a week.” I moaned again, feeling the feral arousal flood my veins. My fingers laced through his hair and I pulled on it. I realized what he was doing. He was punishing me. I needed him to go harder.
Through gritted teeth I answered him: “Then fuck me like your life depends on it. Fuck my cunt and spread me wide open.” He slapped my face, before grabbing my chin harshly, and he kissed me rough as his cock drove deeper and deeper in my pussy. My head was spinning as a sudden orgasm washed over me, only seconds before his hit as well. He pumped my pussy so full with his seed that I almost felt bloated. With his thumb on my clit, he rubbed me fast and hard, forcing yet another orgasm out of me before he finally relaxed. He didn’t pull out of me, though, he didn’t lower my legs. Instead, he pushed himself up a little, still holding my face.
“What changed?” he demanded, staring down at me. I felt my cheeks flush, and I tapped into my secret stash of Melissa-Confidence. No time to back down now. I needed to be honest. I took a deep breath.
“I realized just fucking wasn’t enough. I started to feel more. I am falling for you, Tyler.” He smirked arrogantly.
“So I tear your asshole open, piss in your pussy and slap your face, and in turn you’re falling in love with me?” I flushed deeper, feeling humiliation wash over me. Was he rejecting me? He leaned forward, and to my surprise he kissed me. Gently.
“Good. Because you’re mine, and I am nowhere near done with you yet.” He pulled out of me, slapped my pussy and then lowered my legs to the bed. I still couldn’t talk as he laid down next to me and pulled me to his chest. It wasn’t until I heard his breathing under my ear that I dared to ask the question.
“If you’re not done with me, why did you punish me just now?” He laughed and kissed my forehead.
“Because it took you so long to realize you were made for me, little whore. I love you as Melissa between the sheets - and everywhere else of course - but I want Claire by my side during the rest of my life.”

I was still slightly floating when we walked to the living room about an hour later. I was slightly sore from the thorough and rough fucking he did before, but it was more than welcome. The quick fucks we had before were fun, but nowhere near being satisfying on the long run.
“I need to go live in 30 minutes, you said you had some fun ideas?” I asked, as I grabbed my camera and laptop.
“Yes, I do. If you don’t mind me taking over this session.” I frowned a little and shook my head. Tyler left the room and within a few minutes he came back holding something heavy that he placed on the floor.
“Go set up over there,” he pointed, “while I set up right here. I’ll explain in a bit.” I just nodded, trusting him. I was slightly nervous seeing it, but I would do anything. I cleared some space so there was just a couch and a white background, I dressed myself in revealing lingerie and topped it off with the summer dress. I put my hair in a ponytail and put on some lipstick. The upside of wearing a mask is that almost no makeup is needed.
“Done,” Tyler sighed and I gasped when I saw it. A fucking machine! Literally! Proudly he looked down at the spot he created. A comfortable blanket on the ground, a pillow to rest my butt on so my hips would be elevated and a few large towels.
“Tyler,” I whispered, as I stepped closer. He showed me a few dildos.
“Do you like it? We can switch midway to something bigger if the people ask for it.”
“I love it!”

Three. Two. One. Live!
I greeted the viewers who were already waiting in cue and watched the numbers steadily grow with each second. Once it hit a couple of hundred, I stopped my flirting with the camera and got to work. I slowly took off my dress. I showed off my outfit, danced in front of the camera as I slowly removed the last bits of outfit I had on, until I was stark naked, sitting on the couch with my legs wide open, teasing my viewers. Suddenly I sat up and leaned towards the camera.
“Today, my sweetlings, we will do things a little bit differently. In a bit, I will hand over the controls to my Master. He planned something interesting for us today. And you can influence what happens! Just press that donation button and place your request!”
I stood up from the couch and watched how the camera - and Tyler - followed me to the machine. There was a decent sized black dildo attached, just something to start with.
“HardCock666 paid to see you lick it,” Tyler spoke, his voice low.
“Well, HardCock666, this one's for you.” I lowered myself to the ground and slowly licked the black silicone from top to bottom.
“He paid again to see you deepthroat it,” Tyler chuckled. I reacted by taking it in my mouth, sucking a few times and then pushing him in deep. Someone else requested me to lay on my back and turn the machine on. I started to have fun as I listened to Tyler’s words, as if he gave me the demands instead of internet strangers. I flipped to my back, my legs wide for a good shot and Tyler turned the machine on, gently. Silently it moved, pushing itself deeper in my mouth. I shifted up a bit, so it really slid down. I could feel how my throat stretched over the silicone. My pussy was still slippery from our earlier fucking, but besides that, I was wet as hell.

It was a fun game we were playing. Both Tyler and I felt the tension between us as he gave me the orders. Something had changed between us. I wasn’t just a hole to fuck anymore. There was something deeper and it made everything way more interesting to say the least. I was laying on my back now, my hips on the pillow so my butt was hanging in the air. The tip of the dildo gently kissed my entrance.
“Are you ready, Melissa?” Tyler asked. “147 people paid for this moment.”
“Fuck me, please,” I pleaded to the camera. Tyler pressed the button and the machine came to life. It moved in slowly, before pulling out. I moaned immediately. It felt lifeless and cold, compared to the real cock I had so close to me, but I didn’t complain. Tyler adjusted some settings, shifted the machine as it pushed in and out of me again, so it hit maximum depth. And then he started to speed it up. With each donation, he held the controls in front of the camera and showed how he sped up the machine. And it went fast. So fast. Soon the world was bouncing as the machine pounded my pussy in a relentless pace. I barely had any time to react, before a huge orgasm washed over me. But the machine didn’t stop. It kept going, and going and going, prolonging my ecstasy until I was squirting, pouring everything over the dildo. Tyler spoke, but I couldn’t hear him. My world was decimated to the dildo slamming deep inside me. My body was tingling, almost getting numb as I came yet again. And then it slowed and came to a stop. All that I could hear was my own heavy breathing.

“Well done, whore,” Tyler spoke, as he moved in front of the camera. He was wearing jeans and a shirt, as well as a mask to hide his identity. He pulled the dildo off the machine and swapped it for another. I didn’t see which one. I didn’t care. I was glad for the moment of peace. My body shook when something cold suddenly pressed against my nipples, and a sharp pain shot through my body. Tyler was tightening nipple clamps on my rock hard buds, pulling on them to be sure they wouldn’t let go. He then attached a thin rope to both of them. With wide eyes I watched how he moved back to the machine. He pushed it back between my legs and very slowly turned it on, so the now neon green, thick and veiny dildo disappeared between my legs. I groaned as it stretched me wide open. As it sat snug inside my pussy, he attached the rope to the machine.
Without a countdown, he pressed the button. As the machine pulled back out of my pussy, the tension on the rope grew, pulling harshly on my nipples.
“Oh god!” I moaned loud. And then the game began again. Each donation decided if the machine would go harder or faster. At one point someone requested it to go deeper, and Tyler moved the machine closer to me, letting it press against my womb with each rough thrust. Harder and harder, until I could not take it any more. My body writhed and twitched, I was stuck in a neverending state of pure bliss, bordering anguish and pain.

And then it was over. The machine slowed and Tyler moved forward to remove the rope between the machine and my nipples. Instead of removing the clamps, he did something to the machine. He attached a different dildo, but I did not have the energy to look up. I just lay there, sweating and panting. Tyler flipped me over to my knees, putting more pillows under my hips to keep my ass up. The clamps rubbed on the blanket, but I did not complain. Tyler gave me a quick few sips of water, and placed a tablet under my tongue, which dissolved quickly. A new surge of energy suddenly washed over me and I felt everything at that moment. I felt how a cold dildo now pressed against my asshole. I relaxed, allowing it to enter me from behind. It started fairly thin, like a couple of fingers, but it quickly stretched me wide as the tick dildo plunged in deeper. The base pressed against my hips and I moved forward with it as it continued pressing. The machine was turned faster and faster again and I pushed myself up to my hands to press back against the feeling. My tits hang freely, giving my sore nipples some relief.
“Fuck my ass harder,” I begged, looking at the camera. But all I could see was Tyler, who was stroking himself through his pants. I kept looking at him as I pushed back. And suddenly my body shook as it stretched over the base of the dildo, and it felt like a large ball popped inside my ass. I gasped, staring at him as he soiled his pants right then. The ball pulled out as the machine pulled back, only to be pushed back in. Again and again. I threw my head back and hollowed my back. It felt like absolute heaven. I quickly realized what it was. A dildo with a huge knot was drilling deep inside my ass. My body would be absolutely ruined after this. My ass would be gaping for weeks. And with that thought in mind, I exploded.

Time did not exist, but it did pass. Three hours to be exact. I started my live stream at two in the afternoon. It was nearly five when Tyler finally slowed the machine to a halt. Before he pulled back the dildo, he moved the camera so the viewers could see my gaping hole. Suddenly remembering my viewers, I turned around stiffly on hands and knees, took the dildo in my mouth and sucked it in deeply, before sitting up.
“Thank you so much for spending time with me, my sweetlings. Thank you for your donation and your enthusiasm. Know that you are seen. Know that you are felt, deep within my destroyed pussy and ass. I love you all!” Just like I always ended, I pushed my tits together, kissed both of them and moved them towards the camera, until the feed was black. Tyler ended the recording and I let myself fall backwards, panting loudly.
“You’ve had 4.683 viewers,” he said casually. With those words, I sat up and stared at him. “They donated a total of 29.670 dollars.”
“What! How… That’s… Oh my god.”
Almost 5.000 people watched me get fucked by a machine for three hours. I’ve had a few hundred people in streams before, once close to 1000, but never so many. I let myself fall back on the blanket again, staring at the ceiling. My pussy and my ass were burning, but all I could think of were those numbers. Tyler appeared in my view, now naked again. Without saying a word, he placed a hand under my neck and tilted my head backwards. The tip of his cock pressed against my lips and immediately I opened my mouth. In this angle it was easy for him to slide in deep, until his balls pressed against my nose. Making sure I got a breath now and then, he gently fucked my throat until he spurted his seed deep inside my bowels. He then sat up again. I was confused at this point. I was beyond exhausted, yet energized by the tablet he gave me before. Him fucking my throat so suddenly didn’t add up in my brain. My body had given up, and my brain quickly followed.

“You did well, little one,” he said softly as he kissed my forehead. “I am now going to take care of you, and I’m going to let you rest. Once you’ve recovered, I’m going to reclaim your pussy and ass as mine. I already took your throat back. Tomorrow is another day.”
Tyler took me to the shower, where he washed me ever so gently, before putting me in bed. Before he had left the room, I had already drifted off to sleep, dreaming of Tyler making unrelenting love to me.