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" STRESS RELIEF "

   Michael Afton felt the need to jerk off.

  Working at the pizzeria has brought him to a state of despair and stress, constantly beaten down physically and mentally. He longed for a distraction, some sort of sweet escape from all the torment he's been put through.

   The long Mondays to Fridays were a hustle for him. It even started to affect his health and his habits, but it was nothing too serious. Since his past job made him work the whole nightshift, he lost all hours of his precious bedtime. Now he sleeps during the day and stays awake every night.

   He was in bed chilling on his laptop, one hand on the mousepad while the other was slowly palming his cock through his sweatpants. It's been awhile since he's had an orgasm, and an orgasm was exactly what he needed right now.

   Michael reaches over for the lotion on his nightstand and sighs. This was no longer a guilty pleasure for him, but rather a stress relief. It was needed. He deserved an orgasm— hell, maybe even more than one.

   He then switches to private browser mode before he types in his go-to porn site. Immediately immersed with arousal at the hot porno thumbnails on the screen, his dick jolted in his sweats as he slips it out.

   He wondered what category to watch for tonight. Milf porn? Hardcore porn? Gay porn? Threesome porn? BDSM porn? Michael was already familiar with these categories, jacked off to them multiple times in the past. Perhaps it was time for a new category; something he was tempted to masturbate to before but never found the time.

Webcam porn. Camgirls. Watching a real livestream of a woman masturbating.

Already impatient, he hovers over the sidebar where the category list drops down. Livestreams, he noticed, clicking away and scrolling for a promising video. Usually he's not that picky with porn, but tonight he felt rather rapacious for something that would make him finish fast. The way the girl moans. The way the girl masturbates. The way her body reacts when she cums.

Ugh. Fuck it. Let's just go with this one, he exasperated in his head.

From the thumbnail, the livestream he clicked on looked somewhat promising to him. The first thing he sees is a girl squatting with her legs spread open, half of her face cropped off revealing her lips. She was naked, her body and physique so stunning especially with those white stockings. The views ranged from 2,000-5,000, followed by her chatroom being flooded endlessly with money, gifts, and praising comments.

Michael noticed a collar around her neck that was tied to something off camera; it was as if she was bounding herself with it. The way her neck tilted, the collar choking her so ardently in that helpless position it made his cock harder. The tip of her clear dildo was sitting on her tongue, lubricating it. Tonight will be his first to ever see a girl masturbating with a dildo live, already feeling taut electricity in his pelvis.

   ". . . Let me make you feel good," the girl faintly mutters. "Watch me play with myself just the way you like it."

Her velvety voice. The dirty talk. The fucking encouragement. It set the mood so well that Michael felt as if he was possessed, his arousal pounding harder than ever when he watched her slide that pretty dildo in. The lighting of her sunset lamp gleaming right on her skin and the layers of her sweet, wet pussy looked like coveted glowing treasure to him. In other words, an art piece, so visually appealing that he fisted his cock faster.

She started to circle her hips as she thrusted, her mouth agape and head thrown back. The more Michael heard her shattering moans, followed by the sweet, lewd sounds of her pussy, the more he pulsed as he fisted harder and rougher. The girl was so gorgeous to him and he hasn't even seen her entire face. She was playing with herself just the way he likes it.

   "Fuck baby, it's so good. It's so fucking good. . . Look at me. Are you proud of me, baby? You like the way I take it? Oh, I'll be a good girl for you and cum. . ."

Michael was nearing his orgasm, just like the girl on the livestream. Desperately, he bucked his hips up and started fucking into his fist, throwing his head back. His soft groans grow into heavy grunts and gasps, mind clouded with such pleasure and exhilaration. He matched the pace of his stroking to the girl's pace. He imagined that he was the one fucking her, taking his cock and using him the way she wants.

   "Fuck. . . Fuck, baby. I'm so close. I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she cried out, the most beautiful scream that felt so real to Michael. She was enjoying herself, maybe too much, that it wouldn't be considered as a fake orgasm. Her thighs slightly trembled. Her pace kept staggering. Her arousal mounted higher when the collar choked her harder. And God, her moans were so addicting to listen to.

   Miraculously, he came the same time as she did.

   As Michael's body climbed down from the passion, he looked at the mess he made. His load was all over the blanket, the keyboard, and tiny splatters of it went on the screen. But was it worth it to achieve an orgasm that amazing? Absolutely. Never in his life did he finish that fast and that messy because of a camgirl this gorgeous. With his stress and exhaustion faded away, an entirely different feeling enticed him.

   Curiosity.

   He glanced at the screen again. The girl was sweet-talking to her viewers, giggling with the most attractive smile he's ever seen. The way she spoke was so eloquent and blissful. She had a little softness in her voice as well, playing coy but knows exactly what to say. Michael felt the urge to click on her profile and see what she's all about.

   She's a new one.

   The date she created the profile was four months ago and she already has 12,000+ subscribers. Her free-to-view videos all had the same camera angle; her face was always cropped off except for her pretty lips. There were only eight public videos she had, and one of them reached a million views.

God, if only he could see just a tiny peak of her entire face. If only he could meet her in person and hear her voice all day. If only he could have a taste, just one taste, of her lovely pussy while riding his face.

Oh, the things he'd do to her if he ever got the chance to fuck her.

   Michael was starting to grow addicted. He had no idea what it was about this girl that got him so whipped, but it was definitely something. The feelings he has when he sees her is like fond admiration, transcending into contentment that soothed him. He has never felt this satisfied ever since the tragic years of his youth.

   "Want to see my whole face? Want to chat with me? Subscribe now and pay for my premium content!"

Michael stared blankly at the bio. Then he averted his gaze to the wardrobe where his wallet was. If he ever in his life thought about paying subscription on a pornsite, it would definitely be for her only.

   Next thing he knew, he binge-watched all of her content in one night.

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