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Lube.

Toys.

A well positioned camera.

It was the same every time, and I liked to be prepared, in case I wanted to switch things up. I lay back on my soft sheets, my head against the pile of pillows as I got comfortable. Palming my cock through my briefs, I tried my best to clear my mind.

I focused on the feel of my cock, solid beneath my briefs, the sensation of all the blood in my body finding its way to the center of me. I lazily rubbed my stiffness, biting my lip as I contemplated where I wanted this session to go. Where I needed it to go so I could forget.

The familiar sound alerted me that I’d started recording, but I didn’t open my eyes yet. I formed a picture in my brain as I rubbed myself, thrusting my brief covered cock against my hand, and immediately pulled away.

Not yet.

I opened my eyes, making eye contact with the camera. I’d done this “oops you caught me” scenario more than once, and everytime I did, the subs loved it. In the past, I’d gotten off on being watched, but now, getting off was just...

It didn’t feel the same anymore. It felt empty, despite the fact thousands were watching me, waiting for me to come for them.

A quick glance at the comments coming in live only cemented the truth.

And for a moment, I wished he was watching.

Professor Hot Stuff.

What a show I could give him...

I knelt up on my knees, palming my briefs once more, making eye contact and asking them how bad they wanted to see my cock. How bad they wanted me to fuck their mouths, or their asses.

The resounding sound of tips and comments flooded along with my fantasy as I stared at the screen, pretending it wasn’t me and a thousand people.

I looked into that camera, and despite my best efforts to do otherwise, I could only envision it washimwatching me.

I slid my briefs down, letting my cock spring free. Arching my back for more thrusting, I let my hand trace over my thickness, feeling the sticky precum already coating my head.

I peered down at the screen, reading the comments. People said the most depraved, dirty things when they thought no one was watching.

One request caught my eye, and I garnered perhaps it would be better to let them lead me, so my fantasy didn’t stray. If Iwas giving the viewers what they wanted, I could chalk it up to business.

What I wanted didn’t factor in the equation, because what I wanted...

I pushed the thought out of my mind as I smirked for the camera, removing the rest of my underwear as I got off the bed, walking over to my nightstand with the toys.

I wasted no time picking out the thickest cock in my collection, along with some warming lube.

The request to watch me come while I got fucked wasn’t an abnormal one, but it wasn’t something I preferred to do for the cameras often.

Mostly because in love and in life, I was the one who preferred to do the fucking.

But I’d realized then that maybe it was what I needed to forget about Riley, forget about the things that would undoubtedly disappear the moment reality was back at hand.

I made a show of slathering the twelve inchBig Daddycock in copious amounts of lube, slowly rubbing and squeezing my hands along the veiny silicone shaft I held beneath my leaking cock. I thrust my own against it, collecting some of the lube from the motion as more tips and comments came flooding in.

Leaning back on my bed, I spread my legs, positioning myself front and center so my audience could watch me fuck my fingers one at a time. Because I didn’t do this often, I knew I needed to work myself up, which meant the video would be longer than my usual ten minutes, but I supposed once in a while a little variety was good, right?

My cockached, throbbing with need as I slid my fingers out, positioning the giant cock at my wet, lubricated entrance. The tingling pressure as I inched the silicone shaft in was maddening, and I wanted to come almost immediately. I caught my breath, my eyes falling closed as I stretched myself to capacity.

Ungh.

So fucking full.

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