Markiplier Face Cam Novels & Stories

“You’ve been good to me tell me what you want tonight.” His reply came fast. “Everything. Touch that ass for me I want to see you open up.” Heat flooded my face. I’d never done this part on camera. Shame twisted in my guts—Mark was thousands of miles away trusting me and here I was about to finger my own ass for a man I’d never seen. But my pussy clenched at that thought so I reached for the lube and poured a generous amount on my fingers and turned so the camera caught the curve of my backside.

His front foyer to be exact. “Backward a little bit,” Marcus squinted his eyes at the movement spotted on the computer monitor. A man's silhouette flashed through the camera that had Marcus’s attention. “Slow down! Stop!” Tim quickly stopped right at the spot. The video on the computer monitor stopped right when the man’s face showed up. Unfortunately, the man was wearing a pull-down cap that had covered half of his face. There was no specific identification point for this man. And worse, he was carrying a camera.

even if you have to use an electronic device, at most, only the voice recording. "How can you?" Hiery nudged my hand while I still didn't answer Neron's question. "Ner can only be recorded, or photographed?" "Sorry can't Dela. We plan to put the video on the official Youtube channel of Press Ziyath." Geez, Youtube. I don't want my face to be exposed on social media. "How ya Ner. I honestly don't want my face exposed on the internet." I smiled awkwardly at the person in front of me.

I grabbed onto my pants, keeping my head down, not wanting my face in the video. Diana noticed. "Lift his face. It didn't catch it." Marco grabbed my chin and yanked it up. He leaned in close. The phone screen showed both our faces. "Say it. You're an ATM." I felt nothing. My voice came out stiff. "I'm an ATM." "Whatever your master wants, you give her." "Whatever my master wants, I give her." Marco licked his lips. Then he suddenly stepped in front of me, pointing the rear camera straight at my face.

Marcus fed me his cock, and Tyler filmed everything, zooming in on my face as I moaned like a whore. “Fuuuuck! Yes! Use me!” I screamed, my voice raw. They rotated, each taking every hole in turn, until they all came again, covering me in one final, massive load. I collapsed onto the couch, smiling dreamily, completely satisfied. But as Ryan kissed my forehead, my phone buzzed on the floor. A new message with no words. Just a video. It was footage of me on the red carpet, but this time, it was unedited. My face was clearly visible, with the drone’s full recording of me on the couch, covered in cum, being used by the four men.

She shrugs. "You did what?" Mark asks angrily, his beer can crumpling slightly in his hand, and the color drains from her face. "You filmed two people in a private moment? You really are an unhinged person, Piper." "Oh, it's nothing compared to what she really did with that tape," Kent reveals, and Piper's cocky smile wavers. "Do you want to say it, or should I?" "I have no idea what you mean," she says, trying to mask her nervousness.

He turned to Stuart, "I told you this'd work buddy. We have our first porno star coming 'round here in exactly one hour!" Stuarts eager grin of anticipation sudden faded. "What?" asked Mark, noticing his friends look. "We haven't hired a camera yet dumbass!" he said, cuffing his friend around the side of the head. "Oh fuck!" swore Mark. "No fuck is more like it," replied Stuart, "What are we gonna do now?" Mark thought for a moment, "I got it!" he sudden cried out, snapping his fingers. "What?" "We'll use my digital camera." "But that only takes stills," complained Stuart.

“It was my idea to do this. Not his. Quit being a dick. Thanks for stopping the broadcast, but I’ll figure out how to fix this myself.” “Fix what?!” I stressed, sitting beside her and taking her face in my hands to force her to look at me and not the damned mask. “So they saw your face? So what? We can delete the video from your page and problem solved.” She smiled sadly. “It’s not that simple, Mick.” She placed a hand over one of mine. “My face is out there now. If he has anyone scanning the internet for my face, he will find the video.”

I am not sure I’ll get a reply back but I’m pleasantly surprised when one comes back right away, “Normal price. Give me the address.” Did I say friend? I meant hacker. I give him Mark’s address and pull up my pay pal. I send him the funds and within 10 minutes I have a link to all of Mark’s cameras and holy shit, there are at least 30. He has 5 around the outside of the house and then more throughout. He obviously doesn’t trust his staff. With this link, I can look into each room or area, and search for him. I find him in the bedroom, and he has a girl with him. She is facedown on the bed in leather, and he is masturbating all over her.

It mainly was paint splashed all over the place, but it did not help to calm my nerves. The elevator reached my floor, and I exited it, still glued to the screen. When the video was almost over, a man who painted at the gate turned around, and I saw his face. I paused the record to take a closer look. " Fu*k," I muttered when I recognised the person. Mark Green's face was smiling at me from my screen. I quickly saved the records before entering my apartment. Millie was sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea. The other cup was at the table before her.