“I don’t know if this will become regular, but I have missed coming on like this,” I said, attempting to read more comments.
Charlie1010: I missed seeing you fuck yourself in real time.
IMBENDY: I missed coming with you.
SayDaDdY: Are you not doing Paid Content anymore?
“Hey, Daddy,” I said in a flirty tone. “I will still have my paid content up and I will still film collabs. That won’t go away.”
A flood of more comments came through and I reiterated for all the new people coming through. When the room was filled with five hundred people, I got started.
“Alright, dirty sluts you know the drill,” I said, leaning forward enough that my towel undid itself.
The ding of the money counter went off as my legs spread out. The chat was going faster than I could read, but I had been doing this so long I could guess pretty accurately what they were saying. I got lost in the live, putting on a show for my subscribers. I was fucking my hand laying back looking in the camera, leaning into the pleasure of being watched. I glanced at the chat.
TalkDIRTY2ME: So fucking hot.
Jizzy_hands: Stop edging us.
SayDaDdY: I love your cock. Stroke it faster.
I moaned, seeing all their comments, the praise and dirty talk. My heart rate kicked up the closer I got to the finish line. I normally didn’t think of anything as I fucked myself, but tonight images of my fantasy with Iris came forward. I was not ready for the vivid vision I conjured up of her riding me or bending over for me.
“Fucking hell,” I sputtered as my orgasm rammed into me.
My body rolled with pleasure as I was held captive, my ears started ringing. I was a panting mess when I finally came around, forcing myself to sit up and interact.
IMBENDY: That was the hottest thing ever.
SuckonTHIS: I wish you would come on me like that.
ScoutsHONOR: Why are you camming again?
I chuckled as I read some of the comments praising my orgasm, but it seemed not everyone was thrilled with me coming back to camming.
“Yeah, that snuck up on me. Shouldn’t have thought of my new co-worker,” I said, wiping my hand on a towel.
A few lewd comments pop up that I ignored, but when I glanced at what I had made I took a deep breath and ignored it.
“Alright shes, theys and gays,” I said smirking. “Thanks for joining and for that great orgasm. I’ll send out another post and email when I’ll do this again, maybe I’ll even have a schedule.”
TalkDIRTY2ME: OMG please, I need to know when you will be on.
Masked1738: I like a schedule.
Jizzy_hands: I’ll come on whenever, just tell me when, baby.
“You guys are amazing. Take care of yourselves.” I leaned to the camera, kissing it and winking. “Bye, you dirty sluts.”
I shut down the live, seeing the four figures I had made in an hour. My inbox was overflowing with messages, but I had been avoiding it like the plague for fear of seeing a message. I came to Sterling Ridge for some space and to forget about that asshole. I was doing just fine, so fine that I just came to my co-worker. Throwing my arm over my face, I smiled, now I definitely needed to know if Iris was just as naughty as my fantasies.
5
nash
Driving always gaveme a sense of peace. It was soothing, monotonous, and it just let me exist for a moment. I didn’t have to make decisions, argue, or fight for my life; it was just me and the endless road. It was my favorite thing about Bronc riding; it gave me peace and time to get my head in the game.
Right now, I was feeling anything but peaceful, I was fucking fuming. My wife hadn’t answered my calls and my father was up my ass. I needed to go find her to get this shit squared away before the season started and my asshole of a father pulled my funding. I was so close to being able to do this on my own, but I was still too afraid to make the leap when I was so close to winning nationals.
