It was best to put that in a box and shove it away.
Time to have fun, not think about stinky-poo exes and all the baggage I’ve been left with.
“It’s been such a tense week,” I said, and though I was putting on a bit of an act, the truth behind it was completely real. “I just really need to let off some steam. I can see you’re the same. We should have some fun together.”
I slowly began stroking my cock, bringing it fully to life. I caught a few of the comments, but I had to be honest, it was a lot to pay attention to and I didn’t want to derail the train. And by that, I meant lose my erection. No one liked a limp camboy.
Well, maybe there were a few people out there who did, so I should revise that statement. But I didn’t think the majority of my viewers wanted me to have that problem.
I tried to focus on them as I stroked myself. To me, they were blank faces, but they had names. Screen names, but still. I never got off to one particularly, more like all of themindividually, which was a strange way to put it. However, today, my damn mind kept drifting.
There he was, my grumpy biker. Who I’d yet seen on an actual bike. That was some bullshit.
Did I still think he was dangerous? No, but I still wouldn’t want to be on his bad side.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I said, giving in to the feeling. “I need more.”
I hadn’t planned on any ass play for this one, but I had my vibrating anal beads ready to go just in case. I knew stroking myself wasn’t going to be good enough now, and I wanted to get off for them. Good thing I was so ready for it, too. I liked to have an idea of where things were going, but I was also flexible. Today I needed more, so I was going to get more… and in return, so where they.
“Yes, Star. I think you’re right,” I said, seeing the suggestion from Shoot_for_the_Stars. I couldn’t decide if the name was bad or cute. “I need to be filled.”With about seven inches of biker cock.“How about some jingle bells?”
That was what I had ready to go, so I wasn’treallyasking.
I released my cock, reaching down to slowly give my balls a squeeze. I rolled onto my back, nearly tucking my feet behind my head. The angle was a little off, but that was okay. I’d really meant for this session to focus on my cock rather than my ass anyway. I didn’t think anyone would be too disappointed.
I slipped my finger into the loop at the end, then gave one good swing, showing the gold-colored string of balls off.
I slid the anal beads in slowly, gasping as my ass greedily sucked up each ball, not even bothered that each one got a little bigger. It felt so good. I rolled back over, framing my cock just right in the second camera. With my leg bent, they could see a hint of the gold ring nestled against my hole.
“What setting?” I asked, breaths coming out labored. I was so ready to come. I just needed to hold out a little longer.
Most of them wanted me to go hard right away. Which told me that the room was about as ready to come as I was. I smiled, knowing I’d gotten them there. That was always a worry for me, though I’d perfected the art of pushing down my self-doubt and insecurities. Kind of had to in this industry.
“Okay, all the way up to six. Going…” I lost all train of thought the moment I clicked it on. My cock twitched and bounced, slapping against my abdomen a few times before I wrangled it with a firm grip.
I spit onto the head, running my hand around the tip and working it into my cock. I still had some lube on there, but a little extra wouldn’t hurt.
“That feels so good,” I moaned. Everything flew out the window. I could have started talking nonsense for all I knew. My brain blacked out as my balls drew up. And then I came, my hips jerking wildly, fucking harder and faster into my fist until my balls were wrung dry.
I smiled, letting out a half-delusional laugh.
“Was that good for you?” I asked, angling my head toward the camera and forcing my lids to crack open. “It was good for me. Thank you. Okay, I’ll see you next time.”
I blew a kiss, then signed off.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Killjoy
My phone rang and I stared at it sitting on the arm of the chair.
Was I working? Nope.
I was out in the garage, but instead of finishing up Wrangler’s bike, I was sittin’ here like I was waiting for the answer to fall out of the sky. The answer to what? Yeah, I didn’t have a damn clue.
I didn’t believe in the Lord Almighty or anything of the sort, but I wouldn’t have said no to some divine inspiration or guidance right now.
I’d been staring at my damn phone for an hour, going back and forth on whether I was going to look up Danny or not. Part of me wanted to. I wanted to be on that live stream, watching him work. But part of me didn’t want to do that to him. Not that I could explain why. He’d given me permission. Hell, he’d all but begged me to check it out. So, yeah, I shouldn’t have felt guilty or like I was creeping in on his personal things.
