Santa’s Pretty Helper (Cam Show Crush)

4. Gabe

Four

Gabe

The air outside is cold, with low, gray clouds threatening a dusting of November snow. Wind whips through the trees, and the branches of the maple outside my window tap on the pane softly. Signs of Christmas are starting to appear everywhere—Christmas trees and decorations and lights and music. I’m not normally a big Christmas fan because I spend the entire season working my ass off, but now that I’ve been fired, it’ll be different this year. I’ll actually have time to get into the Christmas spirit.

Because I’ve made a decision. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking it over since getting fired from Haute Maison last week.

I’m going to save up my money with the end goal of opening my own restaurant. No more toxic asshole bosses, no more getting told how to run my kitchen.

And luckily, I still have a source of income while I’m not working in a restaurant. It’s something I’ve done off and on for years. I haven’t done it much lately, but I can ramp up my efforts, maybe find a few new places to stream and post. It’s not like I don’t have time now.

The biggest problem will be keeping how I’m saving up and keeping myself afloat a secret.

There isn’t a single person in my life who knows what I do on the side. Who knows that I’m a cam performer with an OnlyFans full of photos and videos. I put samples of my work on some of the free sites, directing people to the paid subscription ones for full access to my content. I perform live online on different platforms, like CamSoda, Chaturbate, and others. It’s nice, easy money with the potential to make more if I dedicate myself to it. And given that I’m stroking myself daily to thoughts of Bella anyway, I might as well get paid for it.

I started performing almost fifteen years ago when a friend gave me the idea of doing it to make some quick money to pay down my culinary school loans. Not only was the money decent, but I found that I genuinely liked it. I get off on the idea of people watching me, getting off to me. The majority of my subscribers and fans are dudes, which doesn’t bother me. It says I’m straight in my profile, and I’ve never had an issue with anyone being disrespectful or inappropriate.

Now that I have more time, I’ll step up how often I’m performing, maybe look for some fresh platforms.

I have a show scheduled for this afternoon on one of the major platforms. I’ve already showered and groomed and set up my room, getting the lighting exactly right, making sure my wireless keyboard is charged. On this site, I provide a menu of options with tip amounts attached. For one coin, I’ll remove an item of clothing until I’m naked. For three coins, I’ll say something filthy. For five coins, I’ll flex my cock and cup my balls. For ten coins, you can open a private chat with me. For fifteen coins, I’ll stroke my cock for a minute. For thirty coins, I’ll play with my precum. For fifty coins, I’ll stroke my cock for five minutes straight. For three hundred coins, I’ll come. For a thousand coins, I’ll play with that come. People are also welcome to suggest activities, and if I’m into it, I’ll let them know the price.

Sometimes I add or subtract things, depending on what kind of mood I’m in. I have one site where subscribers pay to watch me cook naked. Sometimes I’ll stroke myself with a Fleshlight, or fuck a realistic silicone pussy.

That one’s especially helpful on days when I just can’t get Bella out of my head.

I settle into my chair, the soft leather cool through my thin sweatpants. I click a few buttons, check my lighting one more time, and then click the button to go live and start my show. I’ve done this literally hundreds, maybe thousands of times, but there’s always a thrill, a rush of adrenaline that courses through me when I start a show. I’m in control here. I set the pace, the tone, the limits.

“Afternoon,” I say, pitching my voice low and winking at the camera. I lean back, letting my half-hard cock—still covered by my thin sweats—into view. Tips are already rolling in, pinging softly in the background. I glance at my menu again, and I smirk. I’m here to perform, to give them a show, and I always deliver.

“Shirt off,” I read aloud, acknowledging the tip that’s just come in. I reach behind my head and yank my t-shirt off in one smooth motion. I toss it aside, revealing my chest. I might be almost forty, but between working in the kitchen and hitting the gym regularly, I look good.

Has Bella ever noticed?

The tips keep coming, and I keep performing. I slide my thin sweats down my legs, leaving me in nothing but black boxer briefs. I rub my hand over the bulge growing there, teasing, tantalizing.

“Someone wants to hear something filthy,” I murmur, reading the tip note. I lean in closer to the microphone, dropping my voice to a husky growl. “I want to fuck you slow and deep, little one. Want to feel you clench around my big cock as you beg me for more.” I try to keep my dirty talk gender neutral so that everyone can enjoy it. But neutral or not, in my mind, I’m talking to Bella. It’s her I want to fuck slow, her I want to feel clench around me, her I want to beg me for more. It’s her face I see as I slip my hand into my boxers and grip my cock, stroking slowly.

I groan, leaning back, my eyes closed as I picture her. Her blond curls spread out on my pillow, her green eyes bright with lust, her lips parted as she moans my name. It’s her. It’s always her.

More tips come in, so I pull out my cock, drizzle a little lube on, and then stroke myself a few times.

“You want me to play with my balls?” I ask, grinning at the camera. I slide my hand down to cup them, moaning as I imagine Bella’s hands on me, my balls filling her little palms. “Feels so fucking good,” I groan, rolling them in my hand, tugging gently. Heat courses through me and a little drop of precum leaks out of my cock. I groan softly as I stroke my cock again, imagining Bella’s slender fingers wrapped around me.

I lean back in my chair, one hand stroking my cock, the other on my keyboard, reading the scrolling comments and tip notes. The tips are coming faster now, the show in full swing now that my cock’s out and I’m stroking myself.

Dirty comments fill the chat, ramping up my arousal. I love knowing that strangers are getting off to me, touching themselves, coming.

DaddyLuc: Ufffff that cock

Ethan2345: you’re so gorgeous

FemmeFantastique: I would pay so much money to sit on your face

New7799: I’d let you wreck my hole with that monster cock

A private chat request pops up, the user tipping the required coins. I accept, and a new window opens.

User7734: hi sexy! Love the show. You’re one of my faves.

“Thanks, baby,” I say, my voice low. “What can I do for you?”

User7734: I want to see you fuck that Fleshlight.

I groan, loving the idea of fucking my toy while imagining it’s Bella’s tight little pussy gripping me. “That’s extra, baby. You know that.”

More coins appear in my tip meter, enough for the Fleshlight show. Excitement flares in my gut as I reach into the drawer beside me and pull out the toy. I lube it up, stroking my cock a few times before teasing the toy over the head of my cock. I’m leaking now, letting the rush of performing and dirty thoughts of my best friend’s little sister fuel me. I tease myself a bit more before sliding my cock into the tight silicone. I groan, low and deep, imagining it’s Bella’s little cunt I’m pressing into.

“Fuck, feels so good,” I groan, working the Fleshlight up and down my cock. I’m glistening with lube and precum, but in my mind, I’m glistening with Bella, her wet little pussy making a mess on my cock.

User7734: Does it feel as good as it looks?

I stroke myself slowly, dragging the toy up and down my throbbing cock. “Feels amazing,” I growl. “So wet and tight on my cock.”

User7734: Go faster, sexy. Wanna see you work that beautiful cock.

More tips pour in, so I do, heat snapping down my spine and tightening my balls. I keep my eyes open, looking into the camera, but my mind is filled with Bella. What sounds would she make as I fucked her? How sweetly would she come around my cock?

The Fleshlight grips me tightly as I imagine plunging into Bella, over and over. The comments on the main screen scroll faster, dirtier. Tips come in fast and furious, my goal for the show already met and then some.

Babykitty13: I wish I was a Fleshlight right now *sigh*

DaddyLuc: me too girl

“I’m gonna come soon,” I grind out, thrusting up into the Fleshlight. “User7734 gets to decide where.”

User7734: Fill up that toy, handsome. Fill it up and then let it drip out.

I groan loudly, thrusting faster, chasing my orgasm. It’s Bella I see, Bella I feel, Bella I hear moaning my name. It’s all Bella. Always only her.

I come with a loud moan, spilling into the toy, my muscles tensing with the force of my orgasm. I ride out the waves, chest heaving, working the toy over my sensitive cock once more before slowly pulling out of it. I hold it over my cock, letting my come drip out onto my stomach, my dick, my balls. I’m still half-hard, glistening with lube and come.

A pang of sheer, absolute longing hits me right in the center of my chest. I wish it was Bella who I’d just filled up, who’d just pulled that massive orgasm from me. I wish she was here, naked in my bed so I could pull her into my arms and tell her how fucking perfect she is.

How much I love her.

I suck in a shaky breath as the words bounce around my head. It’s insane, given how little we’re in each other’s lives. But I love Bella. I love her sweet shyness, her big heart, her lilting laugh. I love how much she loves her family, how hard she works at school. I love her ethereal beauty. I love the entire package, every single thing about Bella Holland.

I rub the come into my stomach, give my cock a few lazy strokes while avoiding the sensitive head. I smirk as I read through the comments.

Babykitty13: I wish that was me you were fucking

DaddyLuc: me too

Ethan2345: I’d let you fuck any of my holes whenever you wanted

I chuckle, low and deep. “Would you, now?” I stroke myself slowly, and I start to harden again. I’m insatiable today, it seems. It’s partly the exhibitionism kink, but it’s mostly the thoughts of Bella. They’ve been especially persistent ever since I watched her eat last week.

If Bella was mine, would she let me do whatever I wanted to her? Fuck her mouth, her pussy, her ass whenever I wanted? God, I want that. I want that so fucking bad. I’d take care of her in every single way, and she’d be such a sweet, good girl for me.

Christ. My balls pulse in response to my dirty thoughts and I stroke myself a bit harder, my earlier sensitivity fading. I keep stroking, my breathing ragged as the chat floods with filthy comments, each one fueling my arousal because I imagine they’re all coming from Bella. I want her to see me like this, want her to know what she does to me. Want her to see the depths of my depraved obsession with her.

Babykitty13: I want to lick that come off you

User7734: Fuck, you’re so hot. I wanna suck you off so bad

I groan, my hand moving faster, gripping myself tighter. “You wanna suck me off, baby?” I rasp, my voice hoarse. “You wanna taste me, let me fuck your pretty face?”

More tips pour in, the sound of coins filling my virtual jar mingling with my jagged breaths, the wet slide of my fist over my cock, the creak of the leather chair beneath me. Holy shit, I’m gonna come again.

FemmeFantastique: I want to ride you, feel you stretch me out with that big juicy cock

New7799: I’d let you fuck me bare, fill me up with all that hot cum

I groan loudly, imagining Bella saying those words in her sweet voice. My hips jerk upward, fucking my hand like it’s Bella’s tight little pussy.

User7734: Come again, sexy. Let’s see you milk yourself dry

I’m right on the edge, muscles taut, body shaking. All I can think about is Bella—her warmth, her softness, her sweetness. I imagine her moans, her whimpers, the way I’d make her scream my name.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” I groan, my hand moving faster, my grip punishing. “Gonna come so fucking hard.” I can’t hold back anymore, and I come with a loud groan, my body convulsing as I spill onto my stomach, my chest, my hand. I stroke myself through it, milking every last drop out of my cock.