“Yup. For a few years now. Pays better than any regular job I’ve had.” I pat the bed beside me. “My stream starts in fifteen minutes.”
His mouth falls open. “Do I get to watch?” he asks, licking his lips.
“Well, I was going to suggest you do more than watch.” I’m still wearing my spandex, so I reach down and run a finger between my legs.
I didn’t think Mangelli could look any more surprised than he already is, but tonight has been full of surpassed expectations.
“You want me to…” He clears his throat. “You want me to be on the stream with you?”
“Usually I perform by myself, but I think they’d really like it.” I play with one of my tits through my sports bra, and Mangelli moves closer to the bed. “You don’t have to show your face if you don’t want. It’s all about camera angles.”
His mouth works like he’s trying to find an answer, and I hope I haven’t scared him off.
“You want me to fuck you… on camera…?” he mutters again, like he can’t believe it.
“No pressure.” I get up off the bed and head to my closet where I keep all my cam outfits, and start shedding my clothes. Mangelli stares in fascination as I strip down, then search for what I want to wear. I pull out a black thong and a halter top dress with a big keyhole for my tits. When I turn back to face him, Mangelli’s expression has shifted from surprise to blatant, fiercely hungry desire.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “I would love to fuck you on camera.”
Together, we figure out a few positions where his face won’t show. My excitement builds as I head to my computer to start the stream, and I gesture for Mangelli to wait off-screen.
“Hey everyone,” I croon to the camera. “I’ve got a really big surprise for you today.”
oooh, says one of my regulars. a surprise?
what kind of surprise? asks someone else.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, now would it?” I wink at them. “But I think you’re going to like it. No requests today, though.”
The chat is disappointed but understanding.
“I’d like to introduce someone,” I say, gesturing for Mangelli to get undressed. He disposes of his shorts first, then his shirt, and I’m fascinated by the sight of him. He has solid muscle all over his body under his bronze fur, and damn, his fully erect cock is a sight for sore eyes. I pat the bed next to me, and he climbs on, keeping his face out of the view of the camera.
omg. Sienna has company. Dozens of shocked emojis bubble up in the chat.
minotaur? someone else asks. satyr?
I forgot to ask Mangelli for a pseudonym, so I make one up on the fly.
“This is Rick,” I say to the camera, creeping toward where Mangelli kneels on the bed, his junk in full view. “Rick with the big dick.”
I glance up at him, and he’s staring down at me with a perplexed look.
“Rick?” he whispers, and I cover my mouth so I don’t laugh.
“Sorry.”
Then, boldly, I run a hand down his ripped belly to his groin, where his fur is even thicker. His cock protrudes from a sheath here, pink and wet. I never got to look at it in the breeding room, but now I’m face-to-face with it, and damn—no wonder it felt great. It’s thick and long, and already a droplet of pre-cum has formed at the tip.
I slide my fingers down the length of it, and Mangelli’s hips jerk. Then I take it fully in my hand and stroke from the base to the head, and his shoulders curl forward.
“Fuck,” he whispers, clenching his hands into fists. “I want to be inside you.”
I chuckle, turning to the camera. “Hear that, babes? We’ve got an eager one.”
I’d be the same way, says someone in the chat.
Fuck her! exclaims someone else.
