Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Eric

“Fifteen minutes to show time,” I say to myself as I set my timer.

I hadn’t slept the best the night before, and felt like I’d been dragging ass all day because of it.

But I guess Cinderella wasn’t the only one who turned into a pumpkin after midnight.

I set about to setting my scene, making sure everything in my bedroom was clean. No photos on the nightstands, the covers freshly made and the pillows set just right.

I even made sure the floor was clear of any and all dust, and then I went about setting the lights by using an app on my phone. I didn’t film in my room often, but like I said, I was dragging ass.

Plus my AC unit in the studio was on the fritz again, which meant until I got a replacement part installed, I’d be filming in my room since it had good lighting, and of course, a bed.

I crawled onto my bed, leaning back against the pillows for a moment, in nothing but my black boxer briefs. A quick glance at my phone told me I had ten minutes till I went live. Which was just enough time for me to get comfortable.

I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander in my daily prep ritual as I slid my hand over my soft cock, pulling and tugging as I controlled my breath.

I had a myriad of fantasies that usually did the trick, and I tried to keep my prep fantasies on a rotating basis.

Today, it was a tall, sexy man in glasses, wearing khakis and a button down, staring down at me, telling me the only way to pass his class was if I did some extra credit.

I’d had this fantasy since college, when I developed a crush on my Art History teacher.

He was straight though, so that extra credit would have landed me in the Dean’s office, no doubt.

But a man could dream, right?”

I rubbed my chub through my briefs as the fantasy took hold. My viewers liked to be teased before the big reveal, and I noticed if I showed up with a visible tent first, prolonged the reveal a little, I got more likes and comments, which pushed the algorithm more.

Plus, I knew all my good angles.

I imagined Professor Hot Ass smacking his hand with a pointer stick, telling me if I didn’t beg on my knees, he was going to strike me.

And then the strangest thing happened; Professor Hot Ass shifted in appearance.

In his place was Riley, the man who’d beat me at pool and nearly put an end to my moneymaker last night.

Who apparently had a thing for kinky audiobooks and needed a date to the school dance.

I mean... wedding.

But he did have that khaki wearing, studio professor vibe to him that I was totally into.

And he was kind of cute, if I was being honest. All flustered over the dirty words, all sincere and walking me to my door and shit.

His dark eyes filled my psyche, causing my cock to twitch, just as the alarm went off.

I let go of myself, opening my eyes as I glanced around the room, almost as if I expected to find him there, watching.

I shook off the weird thoughts as I watched my computer load, waiting for the green light. Soon enough, I was live.

I waited momentarily for at least a few people to jump on before I addressed them.

I lowered my voice, rising to my knees as I made a show of lifting my cock, which was still quite hard and wanting.

Hearts bloomed across the screen as I leaned my head back, running my hand along my clothed shaft.

I carded my right hand through my hair as I used my left to continue stroking my cock. Turning to the side, I hunched over just enough to give a good side profile, enough to show the length and curve of my trapped cock, giving a good thrust to tease and titillate the viewers.

The tips came in quickly and I flashed them all a megawatt smile.

“I know what you guys really want,” I said as someone commented, “Yes, Daddy, give it to me.”

My mind decided that was the time to replay the smutty audio I’d heard in Riley’s car, his blush filling his cheeks as he tried to shut it down.

You take this cock so good, baby... just like Daddy likes it.

My own cock throbbed at the word replay in my brain, and I had to suck in a breath.

“Take it off!” another commenter said as several more tips came in.

I sat back on my heels, sliding my underwear down just enough that my cock sprang free. I slid my hand back around my shaft, feeling its thickness and veins. I was aching.

And I was already sticky with precum.

What the hell?

I had masturbation down to a science. It was my job, after all. Usually, I opened up with a nice tease in my pants, let the cock bob free, maybe smack it around a bit before I started to go to town.

I didn’t want to waste a minute though, being as my subscribers were paying for entertainment and not my own existential crisis.

So, I pushed through.

I spit directly onto my cock, covering my shaft in saliva and gathering the precum from the head, slathering it down my hardness. I closed my eyes and my head fell back as I built my rhythm, the ding ding of comments and tips like a melodic overture of chimes.

“You take this cock so good, baby,” I groaned, a fresh sheen of sweat blanketing my skin as I fucked my slick hand.

I let my free hand wander, pinching my nipples, sliding it down to my navel.

Chime, chime, chime.

The sound of success.

Images flashed in my mind of Riley on my porch, looking at me with big old puppy dog eyes.

I let my mind wander further, imagining him falling to his knees on my porch, those big, beautiful eyes wide with lust as I pulled out my thick cock.

“Just like Daddy likes it,” I groaned, my voice all gravelly and dark.

Chime, chime, chime. Ding, ding, ding.

My cock swelled, throbbing with need as the sounds of my wet palm slapping against my dick echoed in the air. I fell forward on my knees, my underwear sliding down a bit to reveal half of my ass. I glanced up at my screen, making eye contact with my subs as I rocked my hips forward, slowly pushing myself through my hand.

Riley looked up at me, mouth open and eyes wide as he waited for me to...

“Fuck!” I growled as I fell back on my heels, my cock spurting in the air like a damn geyser.

The sounds of chimes and dings on the computer echoed, one after another.

I blinked through the heat, my muscles contracting as I continued to pump my shaft. My hand was covered in my release, as was my bed, my abs...

Good lord, I couldn’t remember the last time I came this hard and this much.

I let go of my cock, my gaze falling on the screen as I saw the comments.

All begging for my cum, my cock, and to be my good girl or good boy.

“Until next time, baby.” I breathed, reaching forward to turn off the live recording manually like I always did.

When I was alone, I let out a deep breath, falling back onto my bed, my mind racing. I wiped my hand on the towel from my nightstand, trying to catch my breath.

I wasn’t sure what happened. I hooked up with guys all the time, and I never once fantasized about them during a session. Or after we fucked in general. Most of them were mediocre at best.

Riley and I didn’t even do anything!

My phone buzzed, and I moved to grab it, if only to put the ringer on silent, when I saw a notification that had nothing to do with my thirsty subs.

Would you like to have some fun tonight? Maybe grab some coffee?

The number was unknown, but I didn’t have to be a private investigator to know who it was from.

Considering the emoji he’d sent was an eight ball.

Little shit.

I texted him back immediately with a pumpkin emoji.

You sure you won’t turn into a pumpkin, Cinderella?

His response was instant.

Only if by pumpkin you mean pumpkin spice latte. Which in that case... yes.

A grin fell over my face.

What time? I asked.

Does 6 o’clock sound good? I work until 5.

I nodded, biting my bottom lip.

Sure. 6 sounds great.

When he texted me back with a thumbs up, I couldn’t help but panic.

While I was excited to see the object of my fantastical performance, I was also terrified. Like most people, it seemed Riley had a regular 9-5 gig, and me...

A date to a wedding didn’t mean we were getting hitched.

I didn’t have to tell him what I did for a living right?

I looked at my closet, acutely aware that this impression was everything. I wanted him to like me.

I wanted him to want to take me to the wedding of his own accord.

Ugh, he must have wacked me harder in the nuts than I thought. I can’t remember ever mooning like this over... well, anyone.

Whatever, you’re just having an off day, that’s all.

At least, that was what I told myself as I shut down my bedroom studio, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.