January Exclusive Post: Kayla's Razor

You voted, I listened, and we've got a quick, exclusive story featuring our camgirl tigress, Kayla!

After deciding that she's had enough of her new internship, the recently graduated Kayla takes the weekend off with some of her favorite toys. Nothing CW worthy in this one: just a girl having fun on camera and making a good living while doing so!

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“You guys always know how to make a girl feel appreciated.”

Kayla didn’t equate her personal worth to the dollars and cents she collected through her digital tip jar, nor to the less than savory compliments she received in the chat window of her Only Furs chatroom.

She knew that she was worth more than a dollar sign could ever convey, and the opinions of others weren’t what mattered to her: she considered herself a hard-working, determined young woman, and though she wasn’t immune to being upset by rude comments, she refused to let them slow her down.

Everything she did was building to something more in life.

“Just gonna be me and my old friend Razor this time around,” she said, her voice careless and casual to the overt demands of her growing fanbase. “Sometimes, a girl just needs to be pampered, and Razor knows just how I like to be touched.”

Lifting a full, black sex toy up to her cheek and nuzzling it with the same affection that she would have offered to an actual lover, Kayla turned and pressed her lips into the false knot at the base. “And he deserves to be spoiled too, doesn’t he?”

She was already naked: the tigress didn’t feel the need to burden herself with clothes the majority of the time, and her first apartment post-college was both secure enough for her to feel comfortable living alone, but warm enough that walking around naked was more than a convenience.

It just felt right, and thanks to that, she could turn on her camera anytime she wanted, knowing some of her ravenous fanbase would be there, eager to offer up some digital currency for the chance to get a glimpse into her personal sex life.

“Thanks for asking about the internship,” Kayla addressed the chat window not by typing, but by speaking back to those messages that happened to catch her eye.

Almost all of them were concerned with how her first month at her new internship was going: she’d already been forced to cut back on her videos in that time, and those videos she produced were shorter than her usual.

A consummate professional, she refused to put on a show that displayed anything less than her best, but time seemed to be slipping away from her.

“It’s not going so badly, but…I gotta be honest: I don’t think it’s gonna work out for me,” she confessed. “Seems like a nice place to work and the entry level employees are all pretty happy, but they’re talking a whole year of interning, and…well, I’ve got bills to pay, don’t I?”

Speaking into the knot of the toy as if she was whispering into a microphone, Kayla pushed her tongue forth, bathing the smooth, slick flesh of the shaft and leaving an eager trail of spittle behind her approach. She worked up to the tip with all the passion and care that she would have given to any man lucky enough to sneak their way into her love life, and by the time she reached the tip of the toy, she could hear the repetitious ting of the tip jar being filled by the chat.

“And thanks to all of you wonderful guys, gals and non-binary pals, I’ve been able to afford quite the apartment,” Kayla admitted. “But I want to make sure I’ve got an extra stream of income coming in…you know; just in case you all get bored of me, some day.”

The chat was flooded with desperate fans, each one claiming that they’d never tire of the fantastic displays that Kayla was generous enough to share with them, but as much as she enjoyed her particular line of work, the tigress was practical.

She knew that she wanted more out of life than being a cam girl, even if she was enjoying the ride (and found herself in no hurry to get off of it.)

“Well…if you’re sure you aren’t bored of me yet…how about I stop droning on about that stupid internship and show you all how much I’ve missed Razor?” Kayla suggested. “I’ll find another place and get my foot in the door, but in the meantime…I could use a little confidence booster.”

Pushing the tip of the toy into her maw and brushing the warm, lengthy locks away from her eyes to keep a view of the chat window, Kayla always kept her fans in mind, even when she was enjoying herself…

…And when Razor was involved, she always enjoyed herself.

“Mmn…mllem…hm. What do you think, chat? Should I choke myself on his knot, or give the best boy ever a ride that he’ll never forget?”

Setting the toy on her desk and typing up a quick poll, Kayla allowed people to vote however they wanted, but it was the money spent that would decide what she ultimately did with her favorite sex toy.

Even if they only voted for a blowjob, she’d happily take care of her orgasmic needs when she was done recording, but the money was rapidly stacking up in favor of her taking a seat on the canine-inspired flesh.

“…You know, I left anal off the table for a reason,” she giggled, rolling her eyes at a few of the naughtier suggestions coming in. “One of these days, I promise I’ll let Razor in the back door, but…just look at the size of that knot! How in the world am I supposed to fit that in there?”

By that time in her camera-based career, Kayla had stuff all manner of objects in every orifice, all for the benefit of her fan club.

That said, she was well aware of her limits: she would never do something to endanger herself, knowing no amount of money was worth the physical damage it might do, and the psychological harm of allowing herself to be talked into such a thing in the first place.

“Wow, there…there’s a lot of you that wanna see that,” she murmured. “Well, how about I meet you in the middle, since you guys just paid half of my rent in the first hour of our session?”

Grabbing Razor around the middle of the knot and slapping him down on the stool, right between her thighs, Kayla hugged the toy up to the petals of her womanhood and pushed her seat back. Adjusting the camera as she moved, she made sure that her breasts and her smile remained in focus, while allowing the crowd to see the tip of the canine toy sticking out from her legs…

…But there was another player sitting on the desk, thinner and shorter than Razor, perfect for anal training.

“Vaginal sex definitely won—no surprise there—so it sounds like Razor’s going for a ride, but since you were all so insistent, how about I give Shermy a treat, too?”

Grabbing the narrower toy from the desk and holding it up in her cleavage, Kayla squeezed the emerald green of the stiffer, firmer material and held it right up to the underside of her muzzle, knowing that people were snapping screen shots of her body, in that pose.

“Sound like a fair compromise? Razor gets my pussy and Shermy gets my ass?”

Popping the tip of the uniquely shaped toy in her maw, Kayla was preparing as if that would be the case from the beginning. She worked the narrow, tapered tip over her tongue and worked her way down to the knot with ease, but before she pushed the entirety of the toy into her throat, she adjusted her hips, stood over Razor, and eased her petals down over the still-soaking head.

Moaning around her mouthful, Kayla realized she was a little too hasty to get moving, but that subtle discomfort of taking such girthy toy was a turn-on, as far as she was concerned.

Kayla was glad to embrace a hint of pain for a helping of pleasure.

“Mmm…mmhm!” the toy was pulled away from her maw, already glistening with a helping of spittle. “I forgot how much fun it was to deep throat you, Shermy. I’m sorry that I turned you into a glorified decoration…you deserve a way better treatment than that.”

One of the recent upgrades to Kayla’s broadcasting setup was the “backdoor” camera, installed on the very back edge of her stool.

It was positioned just so that if she dropped one sex toy into the middle of the seat, she could properly settle herself on the shaft of one, lean herself forward just slightly, and show off the contractions of her tailhole to a hidden camera down below…or, in this particular instance, she could bring the slicked Shermy around the side of her hip and press the tip against the eager warmth of her pucker.

Hearing a sudden flood of tips in the digital jar, Kayla couldn’t help grinning up and into the camera as she leaned over her desk, pulling up just enough to show how much Razor was spreading her tight, pink slit, and how easily Shermy pushed up and into her asshole with a single shift of her wrist.

“Feels like my boys are glad that I’m f-finally home,” Kayla whispered, her voice dripping with a lust that she never had to force: she was completely in her element when she was in charge of her own bliss, no matter how many eyes were roaming the cream of her underbelly, the stripes that swished about on her flicking tail, or the hints of pink exposed at the edge of each tender orifice.

If anything, she welcomed her supporters to stop, stare, and enjoy the show as much as she enjoyed giving it in the first place.

“To think I spent the b-better part of a month away from the two of you,” Kayla’s tone shifted to a mocking pout, but the longer she drawled, the more she realized how much she wasn’t playing up those emotions.

She was completely sincere about how much she missed spending time with them, and that was to say nothing of the collection that was nestled away in her closet.

“How about we have a party this weekend with all of your friends?” she asked. “Give everyone a chance to have a little fun with me? It’s been way too long.”

Bouncing on the stool and leaving a growing puddle of liquid desire around Razor’s base, Kayla timed her humps so that every drop met with the push of her wrist, stretching her tailhole a little wider each time and giving Shermy a treat that very few of her toys would ever have been privy to.

“And what do y-you all think?” Kayla asked, giving a wincing gaze to the camera. “You all wanna see what we g-get up to when we…oh…o-oofuck…when we h-have a sleepover?”

She was already looking forward to whatever the weekend brought her way, but Kayla didn’t think she’d get such an overwhelming vote of confidence, nor one of such a lucrative nature.

Her rent would be paid before the bliss of her orgasm left the flesh of her quivering body, but when she saw just how many of her fans used their dollars to support the idea of another, longer show that weekend, she turned her focus to the possibility of a down payment on a house.

I guess there’s worse things than being a cam girl for a few more years, aren’t there? She thought.