From webcam Tease to creampie slut

My day started like most days. I woke up around 11 AM, still a bit sore from the last time he fucked me so hard. I took a long shower, shaved everything smooth — my balls, my ass, my little landing strip above my cock — because I know the guys on cam love it when I look fresh and fuckable. I spent the afternoon doing my makeup: heavy eyeliner, glossy red lips, and that innocent-but-slutty look that makes my viewers tip like crazy. Then I turned on my lights, set up the camera, and went live for almost four hours. I started slow — teasing in lingerie, playing with my tits, pinching my nipples until they were rock hard. 

The chat went wild when I pulled my panties aside and showed my smooth cock and tight pink hole. I rode my dildo for them, moaning loudly, talking dirty in my soft Russian accent: “Would you fuck my boy-pussy like this? Would you fill me up with your hot cum?” Tips kept pouring in. I even made myself cum on camera, shooting all over my stomach while I screamed for the strangers watching me. By the time I logged off it was already evening. I was tired, but still so horny. My ass was twitching from the dildo, and my mind kept going back to him — the guy who actually flew to Manchester twice just to destroy me in real life. 

 Then my phone buzzed. It was him. “Landing in 40 minutes. Same hotel. Be ready.” My heart started racing immediately. I quickly changed into a tiny black lace thong and a sheer baby-doll top that barely covered my tits. I lubed my ass in advance — two fingers deep, stretching myself while thinking about his thick cock. I wanted to be ready the second he walked through the door. When he finally knocked, I opened the door with my sluttiest smile. He didn’t even say hello. He pushed me inside, kicked the door shut and looked at me like he wanted to devour me. “You’ve been camming all day, haven’t you?” he growled, grabbing my tits roughly. 

“Showing your body to all those losers while your ass was waiting for a real man.” I moaned and pressed myself against him. “Yes… I was such a dirty camwhore today. I rode a dildo and came for strangers… but I was thinking about you the whole time. I told them how much I love getting my tight trans hole creampied.” He spun me around and bent me over the bed. He ripped my thong to the side and slapped my ass hard. “You’re such a filthy little webcam slut. But tonight you’re mine. Only mine.” Before I could answer, he shoved his thick cock inside me in one brutal thrust. I cried out loudly, my fingers digging into the sheets. 

“Oh fuck! Yes! Stretch me!” He didn’t go slow. He started fucking me fast and deep right away — hard, quick strokes that made my tits bounce wildly and my own cock slap against my belly. Every thrust hit my prostate perfectly. “Tell me about your day while I fuck you,” he demanded, pounding me harder. “I… ahh… I teased my tits for hours,” I gasped between moans. “I showed them my hard cock… I fingered my hole on camera… I told them I’m a cum-hungry trans whore… but none of them can fuck me like you do!” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “That’s right. You’re my personal camgirl now. Your ass belongs to me. 

Say it.” “I’m your personal camgirl!” I screamed. “My tight boy-pussy is only for your cock! Use me! Fill me like the dirty slut I am!” He fucked me even faster, the sound of his hips slamming into my ass echoing through the room. My cock was leaking everywhere. I could feel another orgasm building fast. “I’m gonna cum…” I whimpered, my voice high and broken. 

“Please… breed me! Give your webcam slut a big creampie!” He groaned and rammed himself balls-deep. “Take it, you filthy camwhore!” I felt him explode inside me — hot, thick ropes of cum flooding my guts. Pulse after pulse, he pumped me so full I could feel my belly getting warm. At the same moment my own cock started shooting, spraying cum all over the bed while my ass clenched around his throbbing dick, milking every drop. When he finally pulled out, a huge gush of his white cum poured out of my stretched hole and ran down my thighs. 

I collapsed on the bed, panting, covered in sweat and my own cum, feeling deliciously used. I turned my head, looked at him with heavy, lust-filled eyes and licked my lips. “My day as a camgirl is over…” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “But my night as your personal creampie slut has just begun. So tell me… how long are you staying this time?

Because I already want you to fuck me again… and maybe next time you can watch me cam while your cum is still dripping out of me.” I crawled closer, pressed my cum-covered tits against his chest and gave him my naughtiest smile.

 “Welcome back to Manchester, baby. Your dirty little webcam model missed you.”