“And remember guys, tune in at five p.m. tomorrow -Christmas Day- for a special holiday stream! One of you will win a holiday surprise involving you and yours truly personally. Remember me when you’re looking for a good time and tune in to my live stream. Good night boys!”

I ended the stream with a sultry wink and ran my hand suggestively down my bare chest, rolling my hips in a seductive way and smirking just before my camera cut off. Once I was sure the live stream had ended I let out a tired breath and closed my software down, tallying up the donations I had earned and sending the funds to my savings account.

I looked outside, the bitterly cold wind frothing outside my window as a blur of yellow, blue, red, and green could just barely be seen through the stormy haze; the string of Christmas lights my neighbors had hung fighting off the Christmas chill as best they could.

I wiggled the tight black PVC shorts down my hips and rubbed at the lines they had made in my thighs, clicking my tongue absentmindedly as I collected a fresh pair of underwear and headed to the bathroom, hopping in the shower and giving myself a quick scrub down before I toweled myself off quickly and pulled on the underwear. I was alone again for Christmas Eve, but I didn’t mind. I had decided that tomorrow would be my Christmas present. I was giving up my virgin butt to the highest bidder.

Of course, no one knew that and if I didn’t like the guy all deals were off. But me, as a twenty-three-year-old virgin, it was high time I got laid. I was a camboy, but that didn’t mean that I had actually had another man’s Lil Johnny up my rear; toys and my fingers yes, but nothing that was actually attached to someone else. It was actually quite a turn on for me, thinking that some stranger was going to have my first time and he wouldn’t even know about it until it happened. I was quite looking forward to it.

I had the nondisclosure papers neatly in a folder for tomorrow, my cousin -who so conveniently happened to be a lawyer- having drawn them up last week as I had requested. Everything was set and I was giddy with anticipation. I convinced myself I was just excited, and not just a tad bit nervous that I would chicken out at the last minute or find a guy too hung that I couldn’t take him. Oh gosh that would be embarrassing. A camboy who was supposedly a major slut not being able to take a big wang. If not for the nondisclosure papers I think I would be ruined.

The next morning came like a dream, my body feeling fresh and ready to tackle the new day while light streamed in through the windows. It was Christmas, I could feel the happiness bursting out of everybody's homes as it seeped out the cracks of their houses and pounded at the walls of my flat. It was very invading, making me feel like I shouldn’t be happy because I was alone. No matter, I was alone and I was happy. I ordered myself a nice big breakfast, buttery croissants and descendant jams making me smile and making my stomach grumble in appreciation as I savored it. Four-thirty came quickly and I set my camera up, adjusting the lighting and looking at my monitor to make sure I liked where the position was.

I smoothed out the last of the wrinkles in my bed and dropped my blinds, not really wanting anyone to figure out where I lived and slipping on a pair of red and white Santa shorts before clipping on a pair of bright red suspenders. I slipped on a Santa hat to complete the outfit and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a slutty version of the shopping mall Santa. Perfect.

I plopped down into my chair and pressed ‘start live stream’ on my site, spreading a seductive smile on my face before I pushed myself back on my rollers so the camera could see my whole body, not just my upper half before giving the camera a wave when I saw the chat starting to fill up.

“Merry Christmas! Thank you guys for joining me on this very festive” -I took this moment run my thumbs down the inside of my suspenders, stretching them away from my chest before I let them snap back- “day. I hope you’re ready for today’s stream.”

I flicked my eyes to the comment and the usual lines of ‘oh yeah I’m ready!’ or ‘f**k me daddy!’ were clogging up the chat, some people donating a couple of tips here and there. I only called out the ones that donated over five dollars, since I was lucky to be popular enough that I had plenty of tippers. A pop-up announced that someone donated twenty dollars, and I smiled and leaned closer to the camera, giving the audience a good shot of my erect nipples and the brushing of hair that lead down to the bulge in my pants before I purred a thank you to ‘RussianDaddy’ who had donated.

I kicked off the live stream by taking requests of Christmas songs, waiting for a few minutes while the suggestions poured in and I picked the most requested one, bringing it up on my laptop off-screen and pushing my chair away so I could dance to it. When I would roll my hips and send a teasing look towards the camera, thumbs playing with the waistband of my pants before I would withdraw my fingers and caress my chest the chat would ping with donations; people demanding I took off the shorts or give another close-up. I reached and slid the suspenders down my arms, letting them hang in loops off my hips before I slipped my hand down the front of my pants and I visibly cupped myself, closing my eyes and moaning as I teased myself.

I let it look like I was enjoying myself more than I was, throwing my head back and grinding against my hand as I finally let my pants slide down my legs. I ignored the camera and bent over the bed, spreading my legs and giving a clear view of my hole as I pushed a finger into myself. I loved holding the audience captive like this, their arousal at the tips of my fingers as they watched me with hungry eyes. It was almost better than real sex, because I was controlling what was happening and they had to wait until I decided I would give them what they wanted.

I moaned and turned my head so they could see my flushed face, licking my lips before I slid another finger inside and moaned out a ‘how do want me?’.

I’m sure there were more donations and comments, saying how they wanted me or how sexy they thought I was. I wasn’t new to this, but I still enjoyed knowing what people thought.

“Do you want me like this?” I wiggled my butt to give emphasis to how I was now, waiting for a second before rolled on my back and spread my legs wide, running a finger up my erect shaft and pinching one of my nipples. “Or do you want me like this?”

I got up and picked up one of the dildos I had set out before, showing it to the camera before I grabbed it firmly in my hand and started stroking it like I would if it was someone else. “Oh, you’re so big. I want you in me so bad.” I grabbed a condom and ripped it open with my teeth, taking it between my lips and rolling it onto the toy with my mouth. I straddled my chair with my back facing the audience and arched my back, reaching back with my arm and slowly sliding the lubed toy into myself. I mewled out loudly, hips rolling back and forth as I took the toy all the way to the hilt, my hands running along my body as I felt my shaft twitch. My hole clenched around the big toy, wishing that it was warm and moved on its own, my eyes closing as I thrust it in and out of myself wishing that it someone else’s hand stroking my skin, whispering words into my ear as I shivered with ecstasy. My back strained and I turned just in time so that I released facing the camera, a loud drawn-out moan leaving my lips as I fluttered my eyes shut and enjoyed the moment of pleasure, imagining that I wasn’t performing for someone else.

With my release still painting my stomach, I got up and swayed my hips as I walked over to my computer, lips curling into a smile as I asked how they had liked this stream. I skimmed over all the appraising comments, thanking some of the highest donors and later making a show of pulling the toy slowly out of me, the lube I had used squelching obscenely as another wave of donations flew in.

I was tired, ready to be done so I thanked everyone and wished them a Merry Christmas one last time before I made my last announcement.

“Now, I know you all have been asking what the ‘big surprise’ is that I’ve been promising. Well, it’s a chance to meet up with me today or tomorrow and have a date with me in person. I won’t promise anything else after the date but I don’t know…” I paused deliberately to sound coy, almost rolling my eyes at myself for being cheesy. “Something might happen if we really hit it off. I’ll contact the winner after the stream ends. Please don’t have any hard feelings if you don’t win though. Thank so you much you guys! I’ll see you at New Years!”

I blew the camera a kiss and gave my signature wink as I ended the stream, closing out the chat before I slumped back into my chair and let out a tired breath. I rolled myself back to the desk and brought up the list of donors for this stream, quite a few people giving several donations of a few cents and making me hum as I scrolled through and tallied up the outcome. The highest donor for tonight belonged to someone with the username ‘Italian Tango’. That actually wasn’t too bad, at least it wasn’t some dude with the numbers ‘69’ in his username.

I clicked his profile and hummed in approval when I saw which subscriptions he had, a couple of channels that I knew personally being on his list. They were good cam stars, I had come to respect them when we had met up at a convention or other events like that. Adults events. The last one I had gone to was to celebrate my promotion of becoming a subscription-only channel, meaning that people had to pay to even see my streams vs only earning off of what people donated.

I messaged the email that ‘Italian Tango’ had provided and wrote him a short but sweet professional email, telling him that he had been selected to win a date with me and told him to contact me within the next twelve hours or he would forfeit. When I pressed send I put my equipment away and took a quick shower before I climbed back into bed, reminding myself that I should disinfect my chair later and drifting off to sleep.

My phone pinging woke me from my slumber and I blindly reached for it, squinting my eyes from the brightness when I read the return message to my email.

Can’t wait, I’m very honored to have to privilege and it’d be my pleasure if I could take you out for breakfast at ten tomorrow.

It came with a map attached, the little red dot hovering over a cafe that I knew well about forty-five minutes away from my apartment. Not bad at all. I felt my stomach flutter with excitement when I thought of the surprise I had in store for him. I hurriedly opened up a reply and typed out a quick response, pressing send and then bundling back into the covers.

Sound’s absolutely perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow.

To Be Continued...