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sam has never done this before. he had occasionally watched porn in old hotel rooms by himself when dean was out doing whatever, focusing on the logistics of positions and basically studying it like it was animal planet. so watching a livestream was already pushing it.
it was his forty-third birthday, and like all the rest since he was thirty-seven and left by his lonesome after that stupid vamp night, he was spending it alone. he had a sturdy enough job to pay for bills and amenities while still having some left over. and he was planning to use it tonight.
he laid in bed, shirtless and antsy. chest hair waving just slightly from the blast of the air conditioning, rising and falling along with his permanently puffed out chest. he had his trusty laptop saddled on his lap, his upper half propped up against the headboard with some pillows in between for comfort. his index finger swiped over the thumbpad, scrolling over the interface of the camsite he was currently on.
nothing seemed to peak his interest enough. that is, until he caught sight of you. he had hovered his mouse over the graphic that read: highest viewed streams, opening up a drop down menu with a selection of ongoing livestreams with high viewer counts. yours was the first to be listed. as soon as his eyes landed on you, it was like he couldnβt be bothered to look through the rest. he clicked on the thumbnail for your stream, opening it up to you sprawled out on your bed, hot pink and cheetah print filling the screen while you were fucking yourself with a vibrating dildo.
he joined just in time to catch you reading out a donation asking to speed up the vibration, and you let out the sweetest moan he had ever heard once you did. he watched as you pushed and pulled the purple dildo through your drenched hole, puffy folds opening and wrapping around the vibrating silicone. sam felt himself harden in his sweatpants, which he already partially was from scrolling through the website.
he hissed as he pulled the soft cotton and his boxer briefs down, freeing his throbbing and veiny member, twitching from being hit by the sharp, cold air of his bedroom. he felt like a teenager as he reached over to the lotion bottle on his nightstand, putting a quick pump into the palm of his hand before firmly grasping his aching cock, smearing it all over as he began to jerk himself off.
you were so beautiful, all naked and sweaty, slick coating your pussy and inner thighs, leaking out onto your bedsheets each time the toy left your body, then puffing your cunt back up when you pushed it in again. he couldnβt take his eyes off you. he moved his hand along his shaft in the same motion and pace as you were welding the toy, moving nearly perfectly in sync with youβas much as he could, anyway. he shuddered as he picked up the beaded precum from his slit, spreading it over his tip and adding onto the shine the lotion had given him beneath the blue light of his computer screen.
his eyes shifted to the donations graphic in the corner that seemed to constantly pop up every few seconds, showing a message from the sender alongside the amount of money they had sent to you. the lowest was at best two hundred, but the range of tips would go up into the thousands. and coincidentally, sam had enough hundreds to spare.
he let out a grunt as he paused his movements to reach over to the thumbpad again, hesitating for a split second while his cursor sat above the cutely designed donate button, gifs of shining rhinestones added overtop the pink graphic, courtesy of you, of course. he let out a gruffed sigh as he clicked it, automatically putting his saved information into the correct slots. his fingers halted over the keyboard as he got to the leave a message option, the now selected and opened section staring at him like a pale, white void while his cursor mindlessly blinked at him, waiting for his next move.
your moans and whimpers filled the space as background noise, nearly taunting him into doing it. he hastily typed his message, reading it over at least five times before triple checking the amount he was sending, making sure it was enough for both you, and him. then he clicked send, anxiously watching the small gray spiral load in the middle of the added window before a green checkmark loaded in, followed by a message that said: payment approved. and he let out a harsh breath, closing the window to sit back in his comfortable position, resuming his watchful eyes back onto you.
sam pumped his cock in his fist again, going faster once you did too. you had laid more onto your side, angling your hips towards the camera to still capture the action. samβs gaze raked over every part of your body like a cycle; the whole ordeal between your legs, how perky your boobs were, the thin sheen of sweat over your tummy, and the beautifully contorted expression on your faceβbrows knitted tightly with your mouth agape for the pure mouthfuls of mewls your were letting slip free.
your eyes shifted to the dono screen you had propped on your laptop just under and to the side of the camera, processing the tip you had just gotten.
anonymous has sent you a sweet $200!
message included: its my birthday today, wish me a good one?
you smiled at the camera, and it felt like you were staring right into samβs soul. to him, it was as if time had stopped, like he hadnβt been living the past forty-three years until maintaining this eye contact with you. he had almost forgot you were just a camgirl on a livestream to nearly a thousand and three hundred viewersβwere there really that many people as desperate as him?
you tilted the now slippery dildo in your hand, the shaking tip hitting that sweet spot, before being pulled right back out. βnghβmmfβhappy birthday,β you giggled, letting out a heated breath, a twinge of a whine at the end as you hit that spot again. βi hope today is the best birthday of your life. whatβs your name, baby?β you then moaned, tilting your head to the side to show more of your neck whilst you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth, sandwiching it there to try and contain your noises.
sam couldβve came right then and there. you were talking to him now. called him baby, no less. and he shouldβve stopped himself, felt embarrassed or repulsed by his actions, because his hands flew back to his laptop, quickly doing another donation. he wasted no time on this one, no second guessing, no hesitationβjust pure desire and a much too big bank account for a guy with a job that doesnβt call for it.
he clicked the option for you to cum saying whatever he wanted, playing his cards just right. but it was all so stupid, and he knew heβd realize and regret it all when he looked back at his recent bank statements tomorrow. how disgusting for a man his age to be spending money on and getting off to a twenty-something year old girl he didnβt even know existed thirty minutes ago, and being so giddy about it. but he was deep in it now. he typed his short message of his nameβhis nicknameβread it over once, maybe twice, then sent it. the payment went through. the damage was done.
anonymous sent a sweet $550!
option picked: cum to me <3
message included: sammy.
your eyes widened slightly at his new donation. sammy. he wanted you to orgasm while moaning his name. well, thatβs certainly one way to answer your question.
it was gonna be your first orgasm of the night, having been edged by your viewers for the past forty minutes. you knew this relief was going to piss off a few viewers, but the reward of seeing you cum and so much after being teased and edged, it would be so worth it.
you leaned more on your elbow, speeding up the vibration of your dildo and picking up your pace with it, despite the painful ache in your wrist from doing this for so long. and you knew that whoever had sent this tip to you was following your exact movements. you cupped your breast with your free hand, squeezing the mass in your palm, showing the camera how the skin pooled and peeked out between your fingers.
you then pinched and tugged at your hardened nipple, squeezing and pulling with your index and thumb, prattling about how good it all felt while your moans filled the air. sam could see you were close, and god, he was right there with you. he started talking out loud like you could hear him, and that he was there and doing these things to you.
βyeah? yβlike that, baby? like when iβmm, fuckβlike when i pull on you like that? when i fuck you right?β he spoke breathlessly, trying to hold back his own noises so he could hear you better. he was failing. but you moaned and nodded just in time with his questions, almost like you were answering him.
the white-hot coil in your lower abdomen heated up quicker and quicker, about to breach containment. your hips twitched and your wrist froze up every few seconds, signaling your soon release. samβs hand squeezed around his shaft, the veins protruding from the pressure of his slick, heated skin. he gasped and whined while his chest huffed, muscles in his toned thighs tensing along with your own. his balls drew up right when you yanked on your nipple again, moaning his name as you reached your high.
βfuckfuckβmmnβ! happy.. happy birthday, sammyβ! oh, fuck, samββ
it was like you were sent from heaven, an angel guiding him into and through the most euphoric orgasm he had ever had. ropes of cum shot out of his tip, coating his stalled hand and landing up to his chest, leaving him completely out of breath and spent. and you were no different. your body was shaking, having dropped the purple toy off beside your body, still vibrating against the sheets. all while you squirted your juices over the pink polyester, drenching them into a darker color.
donations flooded your notifications, some even telling sam happy birthday, but mostly congratulating you and telling you how hot and pretty you were when you came. yours and samβs breathing were labored, both of you trying to catch a single breath after the intense dual orgasm you had just experienced.
maybe being alone on his birthday was a good thing. because now he just found his new tradition.
