The Gym

You lay your head down on the pillow, your comforter enveloping you in warmth and softness. The siren song of sleep takes over and in an instant you’re off to dreamland.

You don’t remember your dream, but you know you had a very restful night because you woke up early on a day where you would normally sleep in. Feeling refreshed from a full night of REM sleep you stretch and feel the life return to every muscle in your body.

You prepare a light breakfast before heading-off to the gym. You swallow a few more spoonfuls of Greek yogurt and walk out the door.

You warm-up on the treadmill, feeling the sweat start to pour as your body gets prepared for the workout ahead. Today’s a chest and biceps day, one of your favourites. You settle onto a chest press machine, set the weight, and start your reps.

The gym’s fairly empty, even for a weekend, and you like it that way. You’ve had enough of the meatheads peacocking and ogling you while you try to get your shit done. You know you’ve got a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard. You don’t need some roided-out jocks to tell you that.

You power through your sets on the chest press, and as you wipe down the machine and move on to the dumbbells to get some curls in, something catches your eye from across the gym. Rather, someone catches your eye.

You finish wiping down the handles and grab your water bottle before getting a better look. Through the rows of machines and treadmills, you see someone bent over on all fours in the open floor area near the back of the gym.

You watch as they change positions, bringing their entire body down to the ground and lifting their chest while their hips and legs stay flat to the ground. You realize you’re just staring at a person doing simple yoga stretches, so you shake your head a little and move over to the weight rack.

You’re on your second set of curls when you see a familiar pair of shorts step onto the treadmill directly in front of you. You realize that it’s the same person you were eyeing earlier. The 6’3 man shook his legs out and started the machine.

You finish your reps and find yourself staring again. But now but you don’t even care. You watch as his long strides easily power through the high speeds of the treadmill belt. You marvel at his strong, slender legs and his broad, chiseled chest.

You appreciate his strength. Unlike all the other meatheads around here, you know he’s properly strong, like strong in his core. He’s also not half-bad looking either, with his short crop hair, and distinct facial features.

You eventually snap out of your intense observations and get back in the zone. You forget the man entirely by the time you finish your workout and are in the locker room showering. As you’re leaving the gym you see the handsome man you’d almost completely forgot about approaching a car next to yours.

He gives you an intoxicating smile and gentle nod before getting into his car and driving away. Dammit, he’s got a nice fucking smile too?! You get into your own car and race home.

It isn’t long before you’re walking through the front door, stripping out of your clothes, and fishing your vibrator out of the nightstand. With all those endorphins pumping through your veins from your workout, you work your clit vigorously, desperate for an intense release.

Your imagination conjures the man from the gym in all his glory and all the things you lust for him to do to you. The violent contractions of your pussy and the spasms of your already exhausted muscles leaves you a sweaty heap as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm.

The image of that tall, limber, smiling man still lingers behind your eyelids as you slip into a deep, rewarding nap.

—

Over the next few weeks you started to see the mysterious man at the gym more often. You deduced he was a new member and that luckily his schedule matched quite perfectly with yours. You both had your independent rhythms and routines, you would work the machines and he would do his yoga and run

You always made sure you had the best view in the house.

You started to notice how the muscles in his legs would ripple and flex when he would run. You were entranced by how his glutes would work his short shorts as he would transition into different yoga positions.

After every workout you would both walk to your cars separately and give each other friendly nods and go your own ways. And every time, you’d have the most intense orgasm as you imagined him ferociously fucking you.

One day, after your usual workout, you see your man and get your keys out to get into your car, until you’re stopped in your tracks by a deep, resonating voice.

“Hey, it looks looks like we’ve got pretty similar workout schedules. I probably should have said this a while back, but I figured I should introduce myself. I’m Cameron”.

You look up to see your man standing right next to you, his hand extended for a handshake. You smile and take his hand, “I’m Heather” you say, trying to maintain your composure.

You chit-chat for a while. You learn he’s a lawyer and that he just moved to the city. The conversation was flowing so easily that you offer to grab coffee with him later that afternoon. He happily accepts and with a final handshake you part ways.

You hold off on your usual masturbation routine when you get home. Instead, you pick out a cute outfit, eat your usual post-workout meal, and before long you’re making your way out the door to meet up with Cameron.

You arrive at the coffee shop and see him already there at a small table in the corner. You’re impressed by how well he cleaned up, with a nice pair of perfectly fitted jeans and a black rock band t-shirt under a nice opened plaid button-down.

You give him a hug and sit down. You each order a coffee and start talking. Time flies by as you sit and talk. You find yourself opening up to him, and he to you. You learn you’re about the same age, and that you have some shared struggles.

The topic of dating even comes up and you both laugh at the stories and frustrations of dating in today’s day and age. You look down at your watch and your eyes bulge when you realize the time.

“Holy shit, we’ve been talking for this long?” You say.

“Jeez, you’re right,” Cameron replies, “but I’ll be honest, I don’t quite want this to end.”

You blush, “Me neither.” You reach out and hold his hand. He blushes back and you both decide to take this to a bar close by where you can grab some real food and keep talking.

You walk over to a spot you know that has fantastic food and some great cocktails. Afternoon turns to evening and you find yourself falling deeper into Cameron’s eyes. You’re soon sitting next to each other in a booth, your fingers entwined, eyes lingering unabashedly on each other’s bodies.

You also noticed that you’ve both only had two cocktails. You knew at that moment that there was a real spark here and not just alcohol-induced lust.

There was real, deep desire. You needed him.

You open your mouth to speak, but before any words leave your lips, Cameron says, “I need you. Now.”

He squeezes your hand and stares deeper into your eyes. “I know you want me too. I live just down the street. Come with me.”

You bite your lip and nod. The butterflies in your stomach flutter furiously as Cameron throws cash with a hefty tip onto the table and whisks you out onto the street. You feel yourself being dragged along, struggling to keep pace with Cameron’s long, steady strides. You smile and skip to keep up as you approach his apartment building.

You see him smile and wave to the doorman as you hurry into the elevator. Before the doors close he pins you to a wall and take your mouth in his. You’re immediately lost in him, his tongue dancing with yours, his large hands groping your firm ass. You rake your nails down his back and your pussy gushes with every passing second your lips are connected.

You barely notice the ding of the elevator door before you’re practically carried to Cameron’s apartment. You’re so dazed by the deluge of endorphins your next moment of awareness is Cameron throwing you onto the bed and ripping your clothes off. You lay naked atop his plush bed and watch his head descend between your legs.

You scream out as he tongues your drenched pussy. He flicks your clit and rhythmically sucks, bringing your already primed pussy to orgasm instantaneously. He continues, and you cum, over, and over, and over again. Your abs feel sore from orgasmic contractions and you grab his hair and drag him to your lips, drinking in the cocktail of your nectar and his saliva.

You use your strength to flip him onto the bed and tear his clothes off. You take in his throbbing mast, glistening with precum. You love how thick it is, veins spidering along the shaft like the veins in his arms. You immediately take his entire length into your mouth, easily bottoming out. You love a manageable cock.

He fucks your throat as you massage his balls, hearing his deep growls drives you, pushes you. He thrusts harder, his breath quickens and his abs begin contracting. You open your throat and hold his cock inside as he furiously pumps load after load deep inside. You relish in his high pitched moans, his vocalizations only creating a bigger mess between your legs.

You release him and crawl up to him, snuggling next to him as you both recover. You don’t have to wait long before Cameron’s cock is throbbing once again, and you climb on top and slip him into your still soaked pussy. You scream out as you rock your hips, feeling him fill you up and pressure your pleasure points. You love that fullness, preferring it immensely to a larger cock that keeps punching your cervix.

You cum again and collapse forward onto Cameron’s chest. Your breath heaves as you lay there, his cock still lodged inside. After a moment you feel him lift his knees and begin thrusting, slow and deep. You almost weep as you curse the heavens and drown in euphoria. The trusting gets faster and you bite into Cameron’s shoulder and scream out in ecstasy.

You come so violently you spasm, unable to control your body, and you feel Cameron erupt inside you, your pussy’s aggressive contractions throwing him over the edge.

You lay beside him, cum leaking from your lips, more cum dribbling from Cameron’s cock. You are both so exhausted, so thoroughly worked, you fall into that deep, restful sleep, except this time it’s in the arms of a wonderful man.

Blowing Off Steam

The rain poured down on Lex as she walked the short distance from her Lyft to the entrance of the bar. She stood under the awning and shook the water off her jacket, cursing under her breath. Exasperated, Lex walked in and made her way directly to her usual seat at the bar. She frequented this place for months and was friendly with the bartenders and some of the regulars.

She felt her phone buzz and pulled it out of her pocket. She furrowed her brow as she read the name of the person texting her and immediately locked her phone and shoved it back into her pants. She could not be bothered to read any message from them.

Lex let out a sigh and hung her head. She was exhausted.

Lex was a very practical person when it came to fulfilling her sexual needs. At any point, she had close to three or four men upon whom she could call to blow off steam. However, she currently found herself with an utterly disappointing crop in her rotation. Each one was either incompetent in bed, or had such a dreadfully boring personality that the sex was far from worth it. She just needed someone tolerable who could competently follow instructions.

Lex lifted her head when she heard the sound of a glass sliding against the wooden bar. She nodded at the bartender and sipped her drink: top-shelf tequila, straight-up. The taste soothed her and she felt her muscles begin to relax.

Lex wore her dark blue jeans and black leather jacket over a white blouse. She was all curves and her outfit showed it.

The bar was unusually empty for a Thursday night, though the regulars still made their appointments. After taking a few more sips, Lex reached for her phone again. She pulled at it, and with a slip of her fingers it slid out of her hand. As if in slow motion, she watched the phone fall, when suddenly a hand darted out and snatched it midair.

The man attached to the hand looked at Lex and smiled, “That was a close one.”

Reeling from the sudden jolt of panic she’d just experienced, Lex took in the man who saved her phone. He had blue eyes and his brown hair looked freshly cut.

“Oh my god, you saved my life!” Lex exclaimed as she received her phone back from the stranger.

The man smiled at Lex as he straightened, “Don’t mention it. If you’re here on your own, would you like to join us?” He nodded his head in the direction of a table with another man and a woman.

“You know what, sure,” Lex said, smiling.

Lex approached the table and the man’s two friends introduced themselves. The woman was Mary and the other man was Kay. Lex’s saviour was Tyler, and he gave Mary a kiss as he sat down. Lex sat next to Kay and across from Mary and Tyler. The four of them chatted and the drinks began to flow.

Lex learned that Tyler and Kay were colleagues at a consulting firm downtown. Tyler described how he and Kay became fast friends early on in their careers when they both started at the firm around the same time.

Lex was intrigued by their dynamic. Tyler was very outgoing and drove most of the conversation. Meanwhile, Kay sat silently, only contributing a few words here and there. Though, when Kay had something to say, it was incredibly clever, and Lex took note of his sharp wit. Additionally, in contrast to Tyler, Kay had a mop of wavy black hair and deep, brown eyes. Though he slouched, Lex could tell he was about the same height as Tyler, around six foot two.

Lex offered to buy the next round for the table and made her way to the bar. As she waited for the bartender to take her order, Kay came and stood next to her.

“Thought I’d give you a hand with the drinks,” Kay said, his deep voice resonating such that even his hushed tones were clear.

“Thanks,” Lex replied. “You don’t say much, do you?”

“I usually let Tyler do the talking,” Kay said, his voice raising to a more conversational volume. “It takes me a minute to get into the groove with new people. Sorry if that made things a little awkward.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Lex said, giving Kay a light tap on the arm.

Standing next to her, Lex got a better look at Kay and liked what she saw. He still had a slouch, but his well-cut blue button-down and black jeans emphasized his slim, muscular build.

An idea formed in Lex’s mind at that very moment and she felt in her gut that she had to go with it.

Lex leaned on the bar and looked Kay directly in his eyes, “So, are you in a relationship?”

Kay shook his head, “Not at the moment.”

Lex took a half-step closer and whispered, “I really need to blow off some steam, you want to give me a hand?”

Lex watched Kay’s eyes widen as he silently nodded.

Lex marked Kay’s confirmation and felt her blood begin to pump. She tried to tamp down her eagerness, but as she looked at Kay, she couldn’t help herself.

“Great. We’ll get these drinks to Tyler and Mary and take our leave,” Lex said as she and Kay carried the drinks over to the table.

Lex and Kay placed the drinks down. Lex was opening her mouth to speak when she heard Kay’s deep voice resonate, “We’re going to head out guys, I’ll see you at work tomorrow Tyler.” Before Lex knew it Kay grabbed her hand and they were out the door.

Lex, who was not one to be easily flustered, felt herself blush as Kay flagged down a cab. After getting into the cab, Lex gave the driver her address and immediately turned to Kay. In an instant their lips were locked. Lex felt Kay’s hand wrap around her lower back, pulling her in close as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Lex became lost in the kiss and before she knew it they’d arrived at her home. She grabbed Kay’s hand and guided him through the front door.

The moment the door closed behind them they were once again wrapped in each other’s arms. Kicking off their shoes, and still entwined, they walked through the front hallway toward Lex’s living room. She began tearing open Kay’s shirt as she walked him back into a wall. Driven by lust, Lex ripped open his shirt and the last few buttons flew out onto the floor. She felt Kay’s hands undo her pants and she shimmied as she took over, shoving them off and onto the floor to join the lost buttons.

Lex grabbed Kay’s hair, pulled his head back, and whispered in his ear, “You’re going to do what you’re told, got it?”

Kay let out a hushed bellow of approval and Lex grabbed him by his waistband and dragged him further into the room.

Lex threw Kay onto the couch and pointed at his pants. “Take off your clothes,” she said as she stood in front of him in just her white blouse.

Lex watched as Kay removed his pants and underwear, revealing a growing cock between his hairy, muscular thighs. Kay threw his pants to the side and Lex stepped onto the couch, putting her right foot onto the seat back, and shoving Kay’s face between her legs.

A burst of sensation ripped through Lex’s body as Kay immediately went to work. She felt his tongue work figure-eights around her vulva, each round peaking at her clit. The suction of his lips wrapped around her pussy left her catching her breath. Her senses heightened, pleasure reverberating through her body in time with Kay’s thrumming tongue. Lex ground against Kay’s lips, thrusting her hips to the beat of Kay’s strokes. He gripped her ass as he burrowed deeper with his tongue, slapping her cheeks in time with his flicks. Lex’s knees buckled with each crashing wave of euphoria.

Barely managing to collect herself, Lex gabbed Kay’s hair tightly and pulled him away. She stood over him and bent down to kiss him once more, soaked and dripping from Kay’s perfect first impression.

Lex tasted herself on his lips and trimmed beard and her hunger grew.

She climbed down from the couch and eyed Kay’s now fully erect cock. His second impression was proving impressive.

Lex grabbed Kay by the throat and brought her face close to his. Gently squeezing, she whispered, “Fuck me senseless.”

Just as Lex released her fingers from Kay’s neck, his quick hands grabbed her arms, twisted her around as he stood, and pushed her towards the wall. Lex’s cheek and chest were flush with the wall and her arms were pinned behind her when sKay’s prodigious member entered her.

Lex screamed as Kay’s throbbing staff filled her. The sound of slapping skin echoed with each powerful push, accompanying Lex’s unending stream of desperate curses and pleas. As if driven by bestial forces, Kay pounded her harder and deeper, pulling her arms back tighter and pushing her harder into the wall. Lex screamed out for more and Kay obediently obliged.

Lex drowned in pleasure, losing time and awareness all at once. The tight grip and pull of her arms coupled with the deep, relentless explosions of force radiating from between her legs left her at his mercy.

Lex’s knees shook as she squirted through Kay’s unrelenting pounding. She came with a force that sent shock waves rippling through every cell in her body. Lex roared, overtaken by the release of her pent-up sexual energy.

Kay slowed, and Lex felt him slide out and release her arms. In a single, smooth motion Kay spun Lex around and held her by the small of her back. He leaned in and gently kissed her before walking her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.

“You were incredible,” Lex managed to say between heaving breaths.

Kay smiled and left the room, returning with two glasses of water. He handed one glass over to Lex and joined her in bed.

“I hope that did the trick,” Kay said, as Lex gulped down the ice cold water.

After placing the glass down on her nightstand Lex turned to Kay. She slid her hand under the covers and wrapped her fingers around Kay’s cock. “It absolutely did. But get ready for round two, I’ve had a rough week.”

Summer Delight

Lana walked up to the front door of her apartment. Fumbling with the keys in an exhausted haze, she finally found the key that would open the door to her sanctuary. The AC was humming and the cool air hit her face, washing relief over her body. Her close friend and roommate Megan stood in the kitchen and gave a little wave hello as Lana made her way into the family room.

Lana had already flipped her dress up and over her head and walked into the kitchen clad in only her bra and panties. Lana grabbed a piece of fresh pineapple her friend was cutting and popped it into her mouth. The fresh explosion of sweet juices tickled her taste buds.

“It’s absolutely brutal out there,” Lana remarked to Megan as she unhooked her suffocating bra, releasing her pale, shapely breasts.

“It’s insane,” Megan replied.

As Megan put the knife and cutting board away she paused and stared at Lana’s breasts.

“God your boobs are incredible,” she said.

Megan had remarked on Lana’s remarkable breasts often over the years they’d known each other. And as she’d done for years, Lana simply pushed them together slightly with her arms, gave a sly smile, and winked as she popped another piece of pineapple into her mouth on the way to her room.

Lana wasn’t a cocky person, and like most everyone, felt certain insecurities about her body. But Megan seemed to have a sixth sense about when those insecure thoughts were starting to enter Lana’s mind and would always say just the right thing to lift her spirits. She truly was one-of-a-kind.

Lana finished undressing, grabbed a towel, and went straight to the shower. The thought of the warm water washing away the day’s stress and sweat was intoxicating.

Lana stood in the shower and closed her eyes, taking in the cleansing energy of the water against her skin. Her mind began to wander as streams explored her every curve. The water’s warm caress morphed her feelings of cleanliness and refreshment into more carnal desires. She traced the path of the water down her body. She fingers lingered on her neck, feeling her racing heartbeat. She migrated down to her collarbone before following the slopes of her breasts to their tips. Her nipples begged for attention, erect and waiting. She denied their urges and continued over her stomach and to her generous hips. The roiling inferno in her gut fed into her desperate desires. Even then, she slowed herself down. The slow build was worth the reward. She finally made it to her conquering thighs. Her muscles bulged beneath her supple skin.

At long last, the natural path of the cleansing streams led Lana’s fingertips to her warmth. She bit her lip as she slowly stimulated her aching clit. Her dexterous fingers moved faster and vigorously. Lana’s breath heaved and abs contracted as she hurdled towards and orgasmic eruption. She braced herself against the shower wall as her legs buckled. Waves of pleasure crashed over her like the water flowing down her body and she let out a primal roar as her pussy contracted.

Lost in a daze of ecstasy, Lana nearly lost her footing and realized that if she kept going she’d likely end up in a hospital. She begrudgingly pulled her fingers from between her legs and washed her body’s own liquids from her right hand.

Lana dried herself off and tied the towel around her waist. As she stepped out of the bathroom and made her way to her bedroom, Megan shouted out to her from the living room, “You got a package. I put it in your room.”

Lana furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she was expecting a delivery. She went to her room and saw a neatly wrapped box sitting on her bed. Tearing off the wrapping, she saw it was from own of her favorite clothing stores.

She opened the box and saw a note sitting atop a folded yellow summer dress. The note read simply, ‘Put on the dress, take a picture, and send it to me’. A smile spread across Lana’s face. She quickly threw off the towel and slipped into the perfectly sized yellow dress.

The dress flowed beautifully, falling just above her knees and had a scoop neck that showed an enticing amount of cleavage. After tussling and flipping her hair a few times, Lana pulled out her phone and took plenty of pictures of herself in the dress. After managing to snap a few that she liked, she shimmied her way out of it and took an equal number in her birthday suit.

After sending her favorites, she got a quick response: “Keep it on. I’m on my way”. Lana felt heat rise in her cheeks and a flow building between her legs.

Lana put the dress back on and walked out into the apartment to show it off.

“What do you think,” she asked Megan.

“Wow,” was all her friend could say, mouth agape as Lana spun around.

“He’ll be over soon,” Lana said cheekily.

“I’d offer to leave the apartment while he’s here, but I’ll be honest, it’s hot as hell hearing the two of you go at it,” Megan said.

Lana smiled back and rolled her eyes, “You know his exhibitionist ass would love nothing more than to give you a front row seat.”

“Ugh, now I’m all revved up,” Megan said, getting up off the couch. “I’m going to go take a shower.” Lana giggled as her friend undressed on her way to the bathroom.

Lana made her way back to her room to tidy up and get the condoms and lube out and ready. Before long she heard a knock at the door. She rushed out in her flowing yellow dress and quickly swung the door open to see the man of her dreams.

Sunny was just over six fee tall, slim, with ochre skin and long, curly black hair. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows. He took one step forward, and in a single motion slid an arm around Lana’s waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her.

As if from a sitcom, Megan walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist, her small, perky breasts bare. She stood frozen in the hallway with Lana and Sunny looking over at her from the doorway.

Lana glanced over to Sunny’s face and saw he had on his classic disarming smile. “I’m so sorry, I should have announced myself a little louder,” he said, his eyes lingering only a moment longer before turning away.

Megan let out a flustered laugh, “You’re fine. I mean, not fine like ‘damn you’re fine’ but like ‘it’s okay’. But don’t get me wrong, you’re hot! Sorry, I’m just going to go.”

Lana laughed and ran over to Megan, wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re truly insane and I love it,” Lana said with a kiss on her friend’s cheek.

After releasing the hug, a beet-red Megan scurried into her room. “I think you’re fine too,” Sunny called out after her. Megan gave a quick smile back at Sunny before disappearing into her bedroom.

The two love birds giggled as they made their way to Lana’s room. The moment the door closed behind them Sunny grabbed Lana and kissed her again. He reached his right hand around and under her dress and gripped her thick, round ass. Lana gasped as Sunny kissed her neck, punctuating every press of his lips against her skin with a tight squeeze from behind.

Sunny lifted Lana’s leg with his free left hand and Lana immediately wrapped it around him, her eyes rolling back in her head, moans slipping from between her lips. Sunny thrust his hips and Lana could feel his prominent bulge through his slacks.

Lana reluctantly pulled away and connected with Sunny’s eyes. She felt his piercing brown eyes take in every feature of her face as her baby blues soaked in every bit of his.

Lana reached down and grabbed Sunny’s desperate bulge. “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long,” Lana whispered, tightening her grip.

Lana slowly lowered to her knees. She undid Sunny’s pants with the swiftness that comes with primal desperation and ripped them down to reveal his large, throbbing cock. Lana’s mouth watered as she came face-to-face with the object of her fantasies. She watched Sunny’s mast twitch as she brought her face closer. She extended her tongue and caressed from the base of his balls, along the underside of his shaft, and finished at the tip. She felt the longing heat radiate from Sunny’s engorged member before Lana parted her lips and slid him into her mouth.

Lana twirled her tongue around Sunny’s tip, drawing deep, guttural moans from his tight body. Taking Sunny deep into her throat, she felt his hands grab her hair as he cursed and thrust. Lana reached both her hands behind him and grabbed his ass, squeezing tighter with every thrust of his cock down her throat. Her fingers grazed and probed his hole and his higher pitched moans signaled to her she’d pressed the right button. Lana felt Sunny’s cock continue to throb as she pressed his hole and took him in.

With a gasp, Sunny pulled his cock from Lana’s lips. He gently grabbed Lana’s disheveled hair and lifted her onto her feet, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“I missed that so damn much,” he whispered.

Sunny brought her to his lips and kissed her passionately, his hand releasing its grip and slipping down to the small of her back. Lana felt his hot, throbbing cock slip under her dress and press firmly against her supple skin.

Sunny removed Lana’s dress and eased her down onto the bed. He pinned her arms above her head as he kissed his way down her body, retracing the path of the cleansing waters of her shower. Sunny reached the peak of Lana’s breasts, her dark nipples erect, anticipating. They were no longer denied as Sunny’s lips wrapped around them. He sucked ferociously, his tongue twirled and flicked in tandem with unrelenting suction. Lana’s moans pitched higher and she got louder, screaming out as Sunny’s teeth gripped and pulled her intensely stimulated nipples.

Every pull and release sent a rush through Lana’s body as she writhed and bucked. Her hands desperately explored Sunny’s thick curls, pulling in rhythm with his teeth. When there was a momentary pause in Lana’s delirium, she briefly thought about playing music to drown out the hot, primal sounds emanating from her room. Instead she pictured her beautiful, blushing friend who rather preferred she let their carnal sounds echo through the apartment.

Sunny finally ceased and lifted his head, bringing his face close to hers.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

Knowing exactly where everything in Lana’s room was, he bound her wrists to the headboard with scarves she had stashed in her nightstand. After securing the last knot he continued where he left off, kissing his way across her belly, making his way down her hips and slowly across her pelvis. Lana gasped with every touch of his soft lips and she ached to feel his tongue against her warmth.

Before he reached her pussy, he pulled out another scarf and blindfolded her. “Focus on every sensation,” Sunny whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Lana whimpered in reply before Sunny gently kissed her lips and returned his focus the the mess forming between her legs. With the first flick of Sunny’s tongue across her slick pussy, Lana let out a deep, desperate moan. Sunny’s rhythmic flicks and thrums against Lana’s engorged clit left her breathless.

Through the pitch black colours flashed before her eyes as the pulses of pleasure radiated up through her body. Sunny’s lips wrapped around Lana’s clit and he began sucking with the same pulsing rhythm he’d used on her nipples. Lana’s legs thrashed as Sunny’s tongue worked before he pinned her down with his strong arms. Lana’s thrashing was for naught as her moans turned to screams of ecstasy and near completion.

The more Lana thrashed the tighter Sunny pinned her legs and the more powerful his tongue pressured. Lana screamed uncontrollably as her orgasm crested, her entire body shook and shuddered as she was consumed by unbearable euphoria. Sunny’s slowly released his lips and his tongue’s strokes slowed to a halt. Lana was left panting, her skin glistened with sweat. The seismic tremors of her orgasm gradually subsided and she regained control of her faculties. Still blindfolded she could hear the bed move and creak as Sunny climbed up on top of her.

“Open your mouth,” he said from directly above her head.

Lana did as she was told. Slowly, her mouth was filled with a familiar taste as Sunny’s tumescent cock. She wrapped around Sunny’s throbbing penis and ferociously sucked.

Suddenly, the orgasmic colours burst out from the darkness once more as her clit exploded with sensation from Sunny’s tongue. The lovers synchronously pleasured each other, their moans muffled by each other’s bodies. Lana suddenly felt Sunny slip two slender fingers inside her as he continued to pressure her clit with his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed Lana and she stopped working Sunny’s cock and just let out muffled screams as the orgasmic tsunami surged once more.

Lana’s G-spot was expertly and relentlessly stimulated, throwing Lana’s body yet again into uncontrolled spasms. Sunny’s thick cock continued to throb in her mouth, its warmth and shape filling her completely. Sunny finally slid his finger out and Lana nearly passed out from exhaustion.

Out of the darkness she felt Sunny untie her arms and remove the blindfold. As her eyes readjusted to the light she saw Sunny’s disarming smile looking down at her, his hair hanging over his face. He kissed her again before leaving the bed. Sunny lay a thin sheet over Lana, and she pulled it snugly around herself.

Sunny opened the bedroom door and Lana took in his slick, sweaty, naked body as he walked out into the apartment. His perfect cock framed beautifully between his slender thighs.

Suddenly, Lana heard Megan exclaim, “Oh, wow.”

“I guess we’re even now,” Sunny responded. Lana giggled as Sunny walked back into the bedroom a moment later with two cold glasses of water.

He handed Lana one glass before sipping from the other and sliding into bed next to her. Sunny wrapped his arms around Lana, spooning and kissing her gently on the neck.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” Sunny whispered as he caressed her body admiringly, “Utterly stunning.”

“I know”, Lana replied, nestling her perfectly shaped bum against him.

“I also think we might have given Megan enough to fantasize about for at least a week,” Lana said, and the two of them immediately broke out laughing, snug and sweating, basking in the glow of sanctuary.

The Hotel

Divya hurried around the hotel room. She booked a luxury hotel room with a king-size bed, full sitting area, and egregiously spacious bathroom. She triple checked her itinerary. The tools were bought. Her orders were sent out. Tonight was the night. She opened up the group chat with her friends-turned-conspirators and sent out her final check-in message. Her phone immediately lit up with ready confirmations. Finally, she sent a separate message to the night’s final guest, Neil. The message read, “We’re ready for you.”

Divya and her friends gathered before Neil’s arrival. After some quick hugs and kisses, Divya jumped right into setting up for the night’s activities. She laid out the toys she bought and gathered her friends around the bed. Divya heard her friend Sofia whisper “finally”, her eyes fixated on the display before her. Divya glanced over to Tash and saw a prominent bulge growing in their pants. Divya felt the sexual energy radiating from her co-conspirators and she bit her dark red lip. The group collected themselves and made their way to the sitting area where Divya poured three shots of tequila.

They raised their shot glasses.

“To horny friends turned hornier lovers.” They all laughed and clinked their glasses before downing the top-shelf liquor. Tash and Sofia almost immediately started groping and making out with each other and Divya had to break them up.

“Save it for later you hornballs.” The two friends sighed and poured themselves two more shots.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. The three friends shot up and exchanged wide-eyed looks around at each other. They all walked towards the bed and Divya continued to the door.

Opening the door, Divya saw Neil. He wore a black peacoat, a disarming smile, and held two expensive bottles of wine. She nodded approvingly and made way for him to enter. He entered the luxurious room and was immediately surrounded by Divya’s ravenous friends. Tash and Sofia began pawing at Neil’s chest and abs, slipping their hands beneath his shirt. Neil stood motionless, his skin desperate for their soft touch. Divya removed his coat and threw it to the side. She leaned in and nibbled at his earlobes, her hot breath filling Neil’s ears. Tash’s lips went to the opposite ear and the two friends tongued and sucked, coaxing breathy moans from their subject.

Divya finally stepped back and exclaimed, “We have to slow down. He needs to clean up for us first.”

Divya’s friends reluctantly joined her and backed away from their prey. Just as Neil took a step towards the bathroom, Divya pressed her hand against his chest, halting him mid-stride.

She looked Neil in his eyes and said, “You are to be naked at all times while in our presence. Understood?”

Neil silently nodded and hastily undressed in the middle of the room. The three friends ogled him as he bent over to slip off his underwear and trousers. Neil’s muscular back and defined abs captivated his ferocious audience. His sturdy legs framed his hanging cock. Divya licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his small, limp member grow to its full potential. Neil left the bathroom door open as he stepped into the shower and in clear view of the ravenous pack in the room and the trio quickly undressed themselves, piling their clothes onto a chair in the corner.

A few minutes later Neil dried himself off and walked back into the room. His eyes betrayed his normally cool demeanor as he took in the naked bodies before him.

Neil drank in the sight of Divya’s soft, ochre skin. Her generous breasts hung full and low, her figure accentuated by her slim waist and wide hips. To her right was Tash. A thin layer of hair covered their charcoal skin and rippling muscles. Their remarkable cock hung between muscular thighs, enticing Neil to approach and succumb to their magesty. Sofia’s pale skin contrasted the large, dark nipples on her petite breasts. He slender frame and tiny waist lead to long, doe legs, her prominent bush greatly contrasting her companions’ lack thereof.

Divya broke Neil’s hungering gaze and grabbed his growing cock. She led him the short distance to the king-sized bed and pushed him onto his back. Neil craned his neck and saw Sofia and Tash stand to either side of Divya at the foot of the bed. They each took hold and lifted Neil’s legs into the air, exposing his shaved, puckered hole.

Neil’s heart raced as he watched Divya’s face lower and disappear beneath the horizon of the bed. He threw his head back and gasped as Divya’s dexterous tongue circle and probe his exposed hole. His abs clenched and his moans became hushed whimpers with each exploring flick of her tongue.

Divya twirled and probed Neil’s rim and dragged her fingernails slowly up and down his inner thighs. She felt his body open and beg for more. Divya stood and examined her handiwork. Neil’s cock lay on his stomach in all its full, prodigious glory. All three friends licked their lips at the sight of their slutty toy sweating and heaving.

Divya glanced down at Tash’s cock and saw their member throbbing greedily. Divya turned to Sophia and kissed her deeply, bringing her deeper into the raging inferno of her passion. Sofia’s breasts pressed firmly against hers. She released Neil’s raised leg and wrapped her arms around Divya, desperately squeezing her firm ass. She reluctantly tore herself from Divya’s delicious lips to kneel and pick up where Divya left off. Tash now held both of Neil’s legs aloft as Sofia’s tongue went to work.

Divya stepped gingerly onto the bed and crawled up to Neil’s face. She looked down at his contorted expressions, reacting to Sofia’s practiced tongue. She pulled Neil’s hands to her breasts as she lowered herself down onto his quivering lips. The jolt of pleasure was immediate as Neil’s mouth worked her throbbing clit, rhythmically thrumming side-to-side with the pressure applied down onto his lips. Divya rocked her hips over Neil’s lips as he pinched her nipples, her moans melded with the muffled cries of pleasure between her legs.

Divya steadied her breathing and composed herself before turning her head and beckoning Tash over to join her. Tash released Neil’s legs and climbed onto the bed with Divya. They stood on the bed facing Divya, their considerable erect penis centimeters from her salivating red lips. Divya hungrily took them into her mouth, the warm, familiar cock satiating her fervent hunger. She worked her tongue around their tip before pushing them deeper, opening her throat for their long, thick member. High-pitched and muffled moans alike filled the room as Divya and Tash reveled in the loops of pleasure cycled between their hot and sweaty bodies.

Divya pulled herself off Tash’s throbbing cock, strands of saliva dripping onto Neil’s glistening body below. She collected herself once more and said, “Everyone stop.” Sofia lifted her head above the bed, her lips slick with saliva, and Tash looked down at the woman in charge.

Divya pulled herself up off Neil’s face and helped Tash off the bed as well. The three friends again stood at the foot of the bed and marveled at a panting, willing Neil. Divya finally reached under the bed and pulled out the tools for the main event.

Divya took a pair of restraints and fastened Neil’s wrists and ankles to all four corners of the bed. Divya gave a distracted Sofia a firm slap on her petite behind to refocus her and prepare another one of Divya’s tools.

Divya watched Tash slowly stroke Neil’s throbbing cock as Sofia helped her secure a strap-on to her waist. Sofia finished securing Divya’s straps and hopped onto the bed. She leaned against the headboard beside Neil’s tied wrists. She spread her legs and played with her dripping pussy.

The large, purple phallus swinging between Divya’s legs dwarfed even Tash’s tumescent member. Tash took the time to spread copious amounts of lube over Neil’s prepared hole and Divya’s purple cock.

Tash and Sofia watched as Divya pushed the tip of the monstrous cock against Neil’s hole. His body was unable to deny it’s hunger any longer and opened eagerly. Neil’s breath caught as Divya slowly slid deeper before pulling out. Neil’s moans went up a register as Divya’s slow thrusts continued, driving her further into Neil’s void. She felt his resistance subside and she picked up the pace of her thrusts, pulling her hips back and throwing them forward with ferocity. Neil’s high moans turned to curses and wails as he begged and pleaded for more.

Tash watched as Neil’s cock bounced and leaked on his stomach. Licking their lips, they climbed up onto the bed and straddled Neil’s face. They leaned forward and slowly licked the mess collected on his chiseled abs before slipping his cock between their lips. They worked their tongue around Neil’s bristling head, tasting the ecstasy pouring from Neil’s body.

Tash felt their work mirrored on their own throbbing member. Neil greedily took Tash’s hanging cock into his own mouth. He worked his tongue masterfully around their throbbing shaft before opening their throat to accept his entirety. Tash thrust and Neil gagged. Their movements were synchronous and pleasure oozed out into the room. Both throats opened and took the objects of their desire deep inside. Tash felt themselves swell and throb and they thrust deeper into Neil’s eager mouth.

Sofia’s moans and screams overtook the sounds of slapping skin and oral delights. She crested violently and came, her legs twitched and her stomach clenched. Her juices sprayed from her pussy, drenching Neil’s face and Tash’s ass. Her nectar tasted sweet on Neil’s lips as he plunged further into the torrent of ecstasy engulfing him.

Divya forcefully pounded Neil’s hole, the cock reaching every pleasure point. She looked forward at her friend and toy and recognized their clenches and moans and knew they were both hurdling towards completion as well. Divya swiftly reached out and pulled Tash’s face up off of Neil’s aching cock.

“Not yet, baby.” Tash let out a loud whimper as Divya extricated her purple cock from Neil’s gaping hole.

Tash pulled their cock from Neil’s hungering lips and joined Divya at the foot of the bed. They stook in front of Neil’s winking void and began to drool. Divya smiled at her fixated friend and held their throbbing cock. She moved to stand behind them and guided their slick, throbbing member inside Neil’s instatiable hole. Tash picked up where Divya had left off and aggressively pounded Neil’s ass. The sound of slapping skin and Neil’s screams echoed around the room.

As Tash took over Neil’s body, Divya and Sofia undid Neil’s wrist restraints and climbed onto the bed. They sat on either side of him and bent over, their asses within Neil’s reach. His hands instinctively caressed their luscious curves as he moaned and screamed from the pleasure Tash delivered him.

“You know what to do,” Divya ordered Neil, looking back over her shoulder. She turned to Sofia and whispered, “Enjoy.”

At that very moment they felt Neil’s long, slender fingers slide deep inside their soaked, aching pussies. Divya’s eyes closed and her breath caught as waves of pleasure washed over her. Neil’s fingers expertly pressed and pressured their pleasure points. A sensual buzz ran through their bodies with every curl of Neil’s fingers, unrelenting and rhythmic in their pursuit of drawing out every drop of their nectar. Divya gripped the sheets as Neil’s fingers reached deeper inside her and he drove his fingers faster, pressing against her G-spot over, and over again.

In the midst of all those incredible sensations Divya heard Sofia’s screams from her mirrored experience. She couldn’t help but laugh between gasps as she remembered her first experience with Neil’s magical touch. Before long both Divya and Sofia gushed out onto the bed, and their bodies quivered uncontrollably with their crashing orgasms pummeling them synchronously.

Sofia immediately curled-up tightly on her side of the bed, the orgasmic aftershocks leaving her dazed. Divya reached over and brushed her hair behind her ear and gently kissed her cheek. Tash’s unrelenting pumps continued and Divya hungered for more.

She brought herself over Neil’s body and reached down to grip Neil’s erect cock. In one smooth motion, Divya slid Neil’s cock deep into her sopping slit.

Neil gasped as pleasure radiated from the thrusts he received and subsequently delivered. Tash pounded Neil in rhythm with Neil’s thrusts into Divya. Divya felt Tash drag their nails down her back and Neil’s hands pinching and pulling her erect nipples. Neil’s perfectly curved cock overwhelmed her as he rapidly and repeatedly pressured her pleasure points.

Divya dug her nails deep into Neil’s chest as she came. Her screams of ecstasy were joined by roars from Tash and Neil as they simultaneously exploded. Tash pumped their load deep inside Neil’s satisfied hole, their cock twitched as Neil squeezed. Neil’s cum leaked from Divya’s ravaged pussy, covering his depleted cock in his own sweetness.

The smell of sex hung heavy in the air as the three remaining lovers bathed in the afterglow of their orgasms. They collapsed moments later into a pile on the king size bed and, through sheer force of will, managed to get under the covers with Sofia, spooning and fondling each other as their breathing settled and the orgasmic aftershocks subsided.

“The perfect plan,” Divya whispered as she spooned Sofia.

Divya felt Neil’s chest pressed against her back and his arm draped over her. Neil took a deep, relaxed breath as he felt Tash’s cock pressed against his satisfied behind.

Divya fell asleep last, and she floated into dreamland devising more plans with her delicious friends.

Three’s a Crowd

Zahir bit into the pillow, muffled screams escaped through clenched teeth. The rhythmic smacks of skin echoed through the room as Lana thrust deep inside Zahir’s hole. Lana’s obsidian skin glistened with sweat as she panted and pounded, the ecstasy of Zahir wrapped around her throbbing member pushed her forward. His ass glowed bright red with Lana’s terse slaps and the deep scratches. Her hips rocked faster as she swelled, Zahir’s grip around her girth drove her further into the clutches orgasmic purity. With one final thrust Lana screamed out. Her eruption sent shivers through her entire body, the hairs on her forearms as erect as her cock.

After a moment she slowly eased herself out of Zahir. Her large penis twitched through aftershocks as she looked down at her handiwork. She watched his hole wink between bright red cheeks, her thick white cream trickled out and down towards his full, hanging balls.

Lana took a step back as Zahir rolled over, his brown skin flush and his chest heaved as his dark hair hung over his face and sprawled out around his head like a slick, black halo. Lana unconsciously bit her lip as she took in Zahir body. His thick, full coat of chest hair made a perfect trail down his flat stomach towards a finely trimmed bush. Peaking out from the trimmed garden was Zahir small, limp penis, the tip glistening with cum.

She shuffled back over to Zahir and straddled his chest, resting the tip of her tumescent cock on his lower lip. Lana smiled as she looked down at the exhausted boy. After craning his neck to gulp down some much needed water, Zahir lay his head back, his mascara slightly smudged. Lana’s pert breasts heaved with every breath, her defined, visible abs flexing. The exhaustion of exacting pleasure visible in every muscle in her body.

A third voice broke through the sounds of heavy breathing. “What a lucky boy you are,” Sarah said, walking into the bedroom behind Lana.

Lana looked back and smiled as she received a glass of wine from Sarah. She took a refreshing sip as Zahir gently worked his tongue around her tip. The pleasure from the wine hitting her tongue and Zahir’s lips around her bristling head made her cock twitch with delight.

“He really does love to please, doesn’t he,” Sarah said, brushing Zahir’s hair off his closed eyes.

Lana extricated herself from Zahir’s lips and leaned down to kiss him.

“Well, I brought home dinner if you two are ready to eat something other than each other,” Sarah said as she got off the bed and left the room.

“Ha ha,” Zahir and Lana replied sarcastically as they followed suit and made their way to the bathroom.

Zahir and Lana huddled together under the showerhead, their members pressed gently together. Their lips met and they felt each other begin to stiffen as they came together in a post-coital surge of passion.

Lana pulled away, “Sarah is going to kill us if we make her wait any longer.”

“You’re right,” Zahir sighed, giving Lana one final peck before quickly finishing up.

Both Lana and Zahir joined Sarah at the table with towels wrapped around their heads and wearing matching loose green sleeveless t-shirts and boxers. Sarah poured them each a glass of water.

“Hearing you two fuck when I got home from work was very hot,” Sarah said, pointing her fork at them.

Lana giggled, “Sorry we didn’t wait for you. I can’t even remember what set us off, but that train left the station in a hurry and there was no stopping it.”

“All I did was fix the router!” Zahir blurted out, nearly spitting out his food.

“That’s right!” Lana exclaimed, slapping her knee as the memory burst into her mind. “I was complaining about the internet being slow and you said you’d take a look. When I poked my head out of my room to look over at the router, you were bent all the way over fiddling with something behind the table. Suddenly my phone starts going crazy with all these missed notifications and you stand back up with beads of sweat running down your temples yelling ‘fixed it’. When you brushed your hair out of your eyes is when I kind of blacked out and just dragged you into my room.”

Sarah laughed, “I guess you are both excused for not waiting for me.”

The three of them finished dinner and a glass or two more of wine and retired to the living room couch. Sarah lay her head on Zahir’s lap and stretched her legs across Lana’s. They had reruns of some trashy reality show on in the background as they continued their dinner conversations.

Their house was unbearably hot during a record breaking heatwave and both Sarah’s and Lana’s breasts were barely covered by the thin shoulder straps of the green novelty tank tops they all bought on a road trip years ago.

As Zahir rubbed Sarah’s stomach he saw how Sarah’s top stood no chance of containing her breasts. They were full and soft, her pale nipples light against her copper skin. He quickly gave her right nipple a flick and watched it stand erect. Sarah smirked up at him and her fingers reached up and pinched his. Their casual nipple play grew more intense until suddenly Lana proclaimed, “I’m going to my room, I need my damn fan.” Lana jumped off the couch and walked to her room. “I’ll see you two in the morning.”

With a final pinch, Sarah got up next, “Lana’s right, I need some confined space A/C action right now.”

Zahir wished Sarah a good night and picked-up where he left off on a different show he’d been watching.

A few minutes later Zahir heard mumbled curses from Lana’s room. Looking over the back of the couch he saw Lana angrily open her door and stomp straight into Zahir’s room.

“My fan’s not cutting it tonight so I’m sleeping in your room,” she said just as she closed the door to Zahir’s room behind her.

“Sure, I guess,” Zahir said to himself as he turned back around and continued watching his show.

After the episode finished, Zahir turned off the TV and headed to his room. Forgetting Lana was already in there, he opened the door to find her sprawled across the entire bed. Not wanting to disturb her, Zahir silently closed the door and made his way to Sarah’s room. Quietly opening the door he peered inside to see Sarah sitting up in bed typing away on her laptop.

“Looks like you’ve been kicked out of your room, huh,” Sarah said, peering over her laptop screen.

“Looks like it. Mind if I sleep here?” Zahir said as he walked into the room.

Sarah smiled, “Of course you can. But only after you make it up to me for having all that fun without me.”

Zahir smiled back at Sarah, “It would be my pleasure.”

Knowing exactly what he had to do, Zahir approached the foot of the bed and climbed on directly in front of Sarah. Because of the heat, Sarah only had on her loose sleeveless tee. Her dark, unkempt bush hid the object of Zahir’s desire as he crawled forward.

Sarah placed her laptop onto her nightstand and spread her legs wide, revealing more bush between her supple thighs. She leaned forward and grabbed Zahir by the hair and hastened his approach, pulling him to her mouth. The hum of the A/C drowned out their moans as they kissed, their bodies pressed together, sticky with sweat.

Zahir released his lips and made his way slowly down Sarah’s body, first at her neck, then down her shoulder to her breasts. Licking slow circles around the areola of her right breast, Zahir pinched Sarah’s left nipple, earning a breathy gasp. He then quickly wrapped his lips around her right nipple and began sucking and flicking with his tongue, all the while massaging and pinching her left nipple with his free hand.

Sarah’s gasps turned to moans as Zahir powered on, his now throbbing erection grinding against Sarah’s tender inner thigh. Sarah felt herself getting swept away in the sensation and forcefully pushed Zahir’s head between her legs.

Without skipping a beat Zahir’s lips locked around Sarah’s vulva and he continued his masterful oral work. His tongue rhythmically stroked Sarah’s swollen clit, and his lips maintained suction around her labia. He pinned Sarah’s legs down to either side and felt her fight against him as she squirmed and thrashed with pleasure.

Without warning Zahir grabbed behind Sarah’s knees and pushed them up towards her shoulders, exposing her tight, puckered hole. Resting Sarah’s legs on his shoulders, Zahir wrapped his right arm around to massage her clit while he circled and probed her hole with his quick tongue. Sarah’s moans turned to screams as she convulsed, waves of ecstasy washed over her as Zahir’s mouth and hands dexterously worked her over, giving Sarah anything and everything she could desire.

Slowly, Zahir lowered Sarah’s hips back down onto the bed and with a few final kisses on the inside of her thighs lay a thin sheet over her and slid into bed next to her.

“Fuck me, you’ve outdone yourself again,” Sarah whispered breathlessly.

“You deserved it,” Zahir responded as he wrapped his body around her. They both immediately fell asleep to the hum of the A/C, sweaty and satisfied.

Sarah woke up the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee and bacon. After a big stretch she followed her nose into the common area of the house and made her way to the bathroom. Zahir stood over the stove in a different sleeveless shirt and pink shorts, tending to the sizzling strips of bacon. She gave him a quick ‘good morning’ before closing the bathroom door behind her.

Lana walked out of Zahir’s room and poured herself a cup of coffee before sitting at the kitchen table.

“We still have to pay Sarah back for yesterday,” Lana said, her feet up on the chair and her hands wrapped around the comforting cup of coffee.

“I paid her back last night,” Zahir replied, looking over his shoulder at Lana.

“Where was my invite!” Lana exclaimed, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“You were fast asleep in my room. I had to sleep with Sarah and she wouldn’t let me unless I paid her back.”

“Well I’m making you join me anyway. She’s been working her ass off over the last couple of weeks and she deserves to be pampered,” Lana said after another sip of coffee.

“I’m in,” Zahir replied, plating the bacon and eggs into three separate plates just as Sarah walked out of the bathroom and made her way to the kitchen table.

After breakfast, Sarah settled onto the couch and started playing a game with headphones on. While Sarah was engrossed in her latest adventures in Red Dead Redemption, Lana and Zahir sat in Zahir’s room and plotted the repayment of their debt to Sarah.

Lana approached silently from behind the couch and placed her hands on Sarah’s shoulders. After a momentary startle, Sarah looked up at a smiling Lana before bringing her focus back to her game as Lana began massaging her shoulders. Sarah felt the week’s tension release with every roll of Lana’s thumbs. Sarah paused the game, closed her eyes, and embraced the calming energy pouring in through her shoulders. Another pair of hands gently removed Sarah’s headphones and she opened her eyes to see Zahir’s face an inch from her own. Leaning in he locked his lips with hers and straddled her on the couch as Lana continued draining the tension from Sarah’s body. After what felt like an eternity, both Zahir and Lana stopped what they were doing and led Sarah silently to Lana’s bedroom.

Easing Sarah out of her clothes and each other’s, both Lana and Zahir dropped to their knees in front of and behind Sarah respectively. Having demonstrated his prowess the night before, Zahir allowed Lana to work her own magic on Sarah’s sweet fountain. With long, slow licks, Lana worked her tongue over Sarah’s labia and finished with a flurry of dexterous flicks on her clit. Zahir spread Sarah’s cheeks and worked his tongue over her hole, circling and inserting in rhythm with Lana’s intricate patterns. Sarah’s breath caught and her knees shook as she gripped the kneeling debtors’ heads. Sarah felt her balance give out but in one swift motion, Lana stood and lifted her up off the ground. Sarah wrapped her legs around Lana’s waist and her arms around her neck and they passionately kissed as she carried Sarah over to the bed.

Lana gently laid her down. Sarah felt Lana’s thick cock part her labia and slide inside her aching warmth. Lana’s prodigious member filled Sarah up to the brim. Her girth and length surpassed any cock she’d ever had, its slight upward curve pressured her pleasure points to perfection. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Lana’s slow, deep thrusts took over. Sarah’s breath caught as Lana continued pumping from her hips, her breath heavy in Sarah’s ear.

She dug her nails deep into Lana’s back and bit into her shoulder as she tightened around her, the building orgasm finally releasing in ecstasy. Lana’s unrelenting pummeling drove Sarah to the brink, screaming out to the heavens for more. The ferocity of Lana’s fucking almost became too much before Sarah succumbed to a crashing orgasm. The waves of pleasure wracked her body as she clenched and spasmed, losing control of her body with Lana’s cock still throbbing inside her, holding still, giving her everything she needed to reach Nirvana.

Sarah’s orgasm subsided, and she nearly passed out, before Lana’s thrusting recommenced. Sarah let out a deep, guttural moan as she immediately came a second and third time, climaxing with almost every thrust. Sarah felt Lana’s breath quicken in her ear and she whispered, “cum for me, baby.” Sarah’s breathy, sensual voice sent Lana tumbling into orgasmic bliss and she let out a roar. She erupted deep inside Sarah’s soaking pussy, pumping her full with every twitch of her prolific staff.

Lana finished, and slowly slipped her spent cock from Sarah’s sopping pussy. She leaned down and kissed Sarah on her lips and cheeks. “Now, we’re even,” Lana said as she sipped some water from a glass on the nightstand.

Sarah took a sip from Lana’s glass and looked up at her. “I’m still sad I missed yesterday’s show,” she said. “Why don’t you two give me an encore?”

Lana smiled down at Sarah, and without a moment’s hesitation hopped off the bed and entangled herself with Zahir who waited patiently at the foot of the bed, his throbbing cock in his hand. Sarah watched as they kissed passionately, their prominent erections batting together.

Sarah had seen it all before, but it was always the hottest show in town.

Work From Home: Part 3

Kira set four plates around the kitchen table, aligning them on the red fabric place-mats. The smell of Raj’s cooking filled the apartment as Kira bustled back and forth from the kitchen to collect and place cutlery and glasses. They already had a nice bottle of red wine decanted and were putting the finishing touches on the meal before their guests arrived.

“It’s been so long since we’ve had Will and Jun over for dinner,” Kira said, settling into the couch.

“It really has,” Raj replied, wiping his hands on a towel and joining her.

They sat and chatted before the doorbell rang. Kira jumped up and answered the door with a glowing smile and immediately hugged an equally excited Will.

“It’s so good to see you!” Exclaimed Jun through a tight Kira hug.

Jun was a slim, tall Korean man with exceptionally kind eyes and a warm smile. He had his arm around Will’s waist as they walked through the front door and they gave equally warm hugs to Raj. After presenting Kira and Raj with another bottle of wine, the couples sat at the kitchen table and poured themselves the decanted wine. Not long after the foursome were digging into dinner and talking over one another through mouthfuls of food.

The night progressed and after emptying another bottle of wine, the couples moved on to dessert. During dessert, the subject of Kira’s and Will’s work came up. They talked about their numerous successful collaborations. At one point, Raj noticed Kira and Will share a quick, almost conspiratorial look, as they discussed future collaborations.

“So, Raj,” Will began, “Kira and I have an idea for a future Work from Dome episode that we want to run by you.”

Raj squinted at the two of them, their sly smiles partially hidden behind their wine glasses. “Let’s hear it,” Raj said after an exaggerated pause.

“Well, we were thinking you and I could perform together.”

Raj put his glass down on the table and looked sternly at Kira and Will across the table. Their smiles faded and worry seeped into their eyes. After a long, drawn out pause, Raj burst out laughing. “Of course I’m in you idiots. Sounds hot as hell!”

Jun joined Raj in laughter as Kira frowned and threw a scrap piece of bread at him.

Finally settling down, Kira laid out the plan. Will and Raj would both stand at Raj’s desk and Kira would be underneath. She had the episode’s specific tiers already planned and scheduled it for when she and Raj returned from their vacation to France.

The rest of the night went by in a flash and soon Kira and Raj were hugging Jun and Will goodnight. They washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen and passed out the minute their heads hit their pillows. A week later they were off to France for a long overdue vacation of good food, good wine, and perfect weather.

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Kira arranged the cameras beneath Raj’s desk to account for the additional performer for the day’s show. Kira wore one of Raj’s old t-shirts and a pair of his boxers as she worked, her sun-kissed skin accentuated by the ring lights placed around her.

She’d taken full advantage of the beautiful weather on her vacation and it showed. She’d been back home for a week already, and though her shows were on hiatus, she continued posting pictures of her adventures for her followers. She often joked about how she took so many pictures she could see her tan progressively build with each one on the nude beaches she and Raj frequented.

After setting up for the show, Kira checked in on Raj. He was working on the couch in just a pair of running shorts. He also tanned significantly, and with his increased workouts he was starting to build some serious muscle. He and Will started working out together, and the results were showing. Kira easily put up with Raj’s whining and complaining with every early morning workout if she got to enjoy the benefits.

The doorbell rang and Kira welcomed Will with a big hug and a kiss. “Brought your clothes?” Kira asked Will as he gave Raj a hug. “Right here,” Will replied, lifting up a black suit bag.

“Amazing,” Kira said, clapping her hands together. “Now, we’ve got some time, why don’t you and Raj go shower.”

Will gave a sarcastic salute to which Kira gave a chortle and a roll of the eyes. Raj was already on his way to the bathroom and had stripped out of the one piece of clothing he had on. Will joined him and stripped out of his muscle tee and shorts. Raj stood outside the running shower waiting for the water to warm up.

“Wow, you’re looking thick,” Will said, examining Raj’s round behind.

“All thanks to you,” Raj replied as he slightly flexed to emphasize his newly gained muscle.

With the water warmed, Will and Raj stepped into the shower. The shower head was in the ceiling which allowed both men to fit comfortably under the stream. Kira heard the shower going and the voices of the two men echoed in the tiled bathroom. She poked her head through the door and watched her two performers scrubbing their bodies through the clear glass shower door.

Both men were clean shaven below the belt as per Kira’s request. She watched the beads of water stream down their slick bodies. Their skin glistened and Kira felt a pang of hunger deep in her stomach, an ache to jump in with them, to squeeze between them. She shook her head and cleared her mind, setting herself back to preparing for the show.

Will and Raj finally got dressed in their ‘costumes’. They both wore slim-fit black dress pants with tucked-in white button-downs. They didn’t wear any underwear beneath their pants and as such there was a slight bulge visible for both of them. Kira gave a joking chef’s kiss as they set themselves up at Raj’s desk. Kira slipped underneath and started the stream.

She promoted the show throughout her vacation with every picture she posted and the turnout was great. She recognized her regulars as well as many new viewers. The show progressed and her tiers were slowly getting reached. She wore a white blouse with no bra, and she kept just enough buttons undone to present an enticing amount of cleavage.

The tips continued rolling in and Kira winked and blew kisses to her viewers, occasionally typing thank-you messages to some of the larger tippers. She caressed both clothed crotches before her, but the tiers releasing them from their cloth prisons were a ways away.

Kira bobbed her head in rhythm to songs playing in her earbuds when the familiar chime of a tier being reached interrupted her. As Kira looked over to her screen she heard another chime. Then another. Two more chimes went off before Kira had a moment to react. Her jaw went slack when she saw that someone had individually donated for five full tiers. Her heart beat faster as she read the name of the donor: FreeTime85.

The mystery mega-donor had once again dropped the hammer in spectacular fashion. Kira thanked them profusely, as did the rest of her audience, and she prepared to fulfill every tier requirement.

Kira licked her lips and slipped her fingers between them. She closed her eyes as she slowly and sensually sucked on her fingers. She let out a quiet moan as she pushed her fingers deeper in her mouth, removed them, then licked them up and down their length. She blew a kiss to her audience and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. With every button Kira bit her lip and flexed her back, pushing her breasts through the widening gap.

When the final button came undone, both sides of the open blouse draped over her breasts, tantalizing her audience to tip just a smidge more to remove the fabric altogether for tier three. FreeTime85 made it clear they had no intention of being teased, so Kira slowly pulled both lapels apart and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. She squeezed her petite breasts together with the shirt down her arms then removed it entirely.

With her breasts free, Kira pushed them up to the camera and shook them. Their tight jiggle always made her laugh. She settled back onto her chair and proceeded to tier four. Kira took her nipples between her thumb and forefinger on each hand, and rolled them back and forth. She let out a louder moan with each twist and a mess was already building between her legs.

She controlled her breathing as she twisted and pulled her now fully erect nipples. Her dark towers ached for more, but Kira resisted. If she continued, she would have worked her nipples to orgasm, and completely neglected the trapped beasts she promised to release.

Kira thanked FreeTime85 again and made her move for tier five. Kira caressed the boys’ crotches, felt their manhood pulse beneath the thin layer of cloth. Kira felt Raj’s bulge swell and proceeded to unzip his fly. His semi-erect penis burst through the gap, twitching as if gasping for air, relishing in its freedom.

Tier five was now complete, and Kira dragged her eyes from Raj’s growing member back to her camera. She enjoyed teasing her audience with her tiers. Five and six meant freeing both boys’ cocks but making no other contact. However, Kira mercifully made tier seven the final tier, giving the audience, and consequently herself, everything they wanted.

Kira chatted with her audience for some time and continued to gently play with her nipples, flicking and pulling from time to time. Tips continued to pour in and they were almost half way to tier six. Kira continued lip syncing to music and playing with her boobs, enjoying the downtime below the desk.

Then it happened again. The final two chimes. Kira froze again, and knew exactly who was responsible. This time the final tip to reach tier seven came with a note:

“Worth every penny.”

Kira’s heart raced. She was conflicted in the oddest way. She felt excitement for hitting every tier, which was not all that common. So financially, this was a dream come true. However, as a performer, she was worried what this harried pace did to her show.

The longer the show, the longer eyes stayed glued to her. She was practiced in the art of maintaining a steady pace for the entirety of her show, and that ability brought her much of her success and sustainability. With every tier completed in a fraction of the usual length, the number of incidental viewers (viewers stumbling upon her show through the hosting site’s Explore page), decreased significantly. And every one of those viewer had the potential of becoming a new regular.

Kira shook her head and dispelled her industry thoughts. She reminded herself of the wonderfully privileged position she’d created for herself, where she could make money through sex and pleasure. She was living the dream, and she should stay in the moment.

Kira blew a copious amount of kisses to her audience, thanked FreeTime85 once more, and licked her lips. The real fun was about to begin.

Kira quickly unzipped Will’s pants and released her second toy. Kira winked at the camera before turning back to Will and Raj, their members rose, arching skyward. She kissed Raj’s tip, then Will’s, and watched both cocks grow thicker.

Kira took Raj’s swollen, bristling head between her lips, her tongue danced along the underside. She held Will’s balls in her hand, squeezing and massaging them in rhythm to her tongue’s delicate patterns. Raj’s twitching cock begged Kira for more, and Kira obliged, sliding him into her mouth.

Kira took Raj to the hilt, her practiced throat opened as he pushed past her limit. She held him there for a moment before pulling back, saliva dripped down your chin and coated her flush chest. She took Raj in again, working her lips and tongue over his sensitive tip and along his veiny shaft.

Kira’s free hands were expertly put to use stimulating her other toy. She held Will’s balls in one hand and stroked his aching cock with the other. Kira’s coordination was immaculate, and the chime of tips echoed softly in the background of her passionate gags and aggressive, unrelenting slurps.

Kira moved from Raj to Will, aggressively devouring his pleading member. She knew both her performers intimately, and together, she truly appreciated their differences. Will was slightly longer than Raj, and Kira’s eyes rolled back every time she took his entirety. His tip hit a point deep in her throat that further stirred the raging torrent between her legs.

When she moved to Raj, she felt the pleasure of his substantial girth. Her mouth was filled, her lips stretching as she threw herself into her work, the memories of the countless times he stretched and filled her pussy drove her wild.

Her men’s precum coated her tongue as she pushed forward, determined to suck every drop of pleasure from her fellow actors. Their stamina impressed her as she’d lost all consideration for improving the duration of her show and was now lost in her work. She held both men’s balls in her hands and felt them rise as their cocks swelled.

Kira pulled Will’s cock from her mouth, grabbed Raj’s, and shoved their tips between her lips. She stroked their slick shafts and with a thrust from both, her senses were overcome with their release. Pump after pump poured onto her tongue and down her throat as she held her boys in place, feeling the ecstasy and euphoria radiating from their perfect staffs.

Kira felt the final twitches of a complete orgasm and released them. She turned to the camera for the first time since hearing the chime for the final tier. Her mascara streaked down her cheeks, and her lips, chin, and breasts were covered in saliva and cum.

Kira chatted a little more with her audience before blowing them one last kiss and ending the stream. Kira knocked on the underside of the desk, and suddenly both boys dropped to floor and fell backwards onto their butts.

“That was fucking intense!” Raj exclaimed, his face was flush and his hair disheveled as if he’d been running his hands wildly through it.

“Ya, Kira,” Will added, “You really outdid yourself today.”

Kira fluttered her eyelashes at her exhausted boys and smiled brightly. “You two are the real champs for making it that long.”

Kira, Will, and Raj finally picked themselves off the floor and stripped out of their clothes as they made their way to the shower. Kira shared the news of FreeTime’s large tips and the three of them started to talk through how they could possibly figure out who this person was and whether they did this for other performers.

The shower warmed and Kira hopped in first. As she reached for the soap, but Raj grabbed it first.

Both men stood close to her. Raj, standing before her, looked down and kissed her deeply, the hot water streaming down their flush bodies.

Will took the soap from Raj and started rubbing Kira’s back. Raj whispered in Kira’s ear, “Now, let us take care of you.”

Raj and Will passed the soap between them, washing and caressing Kira’s body. The nectar of her pleasure oozed from her sex with every squeeze of her breasts and kiss on her neck.

Kira threw her head back, when suddenly she felt familiar tongues exploring below her waist. Kira gasped as she looked down to see Raj kneeling before her, his face buried in her warmth, and Will behind her with his hands spreading her cheeks and probing her hole.

Kira pushed against the shower walls as her knees buckled, the violent surges of euphoria radiating through her body consumed her entirely. She suddenly realized how far she’d edged herself through her show, her engorged clit pulsing with every touch of Raj’s tongue.

Kira came, her body convulsing. She nearly fell to the floor if not for Raj and Will’s support. She leaned against them as she fought through the orgasmic aftershocks ravaging every inch of her body. Kira eventually recovered and the threesome finally dried themselves off and left the steam-filled bathroom.

They continued discussing FreeTime85 for a while before Will left. Kira and Raj had dinner before Kira started her evening stream.

Kira recounted her Work from Dome episode for her audience and even divulged details of the lurid shower afterwards. She was streaming for almost an hour when she received a tip for a direct message. Her jaw dropped when she read that it was from FreeTime85.

The direct message read, “Hey Kira! As you’ve probably already noticed, I’m a big fan of your work. My name’s Sonya and I run a film studio. I’d love to discuss some future opportunities with you, so shoot me an email.”

Kira’s suspicions were raised immediately. Firstly, she had her business email clearly stated on all her social platforms. Why was this ‘Sonya’ going through the trouble of excessively tipping during her shows then sending her a tipped direct message? Secondly, the vagueness of the ‘opportunity’ and ‘film studio’ was just too much to believe.

Kira did not divulge the contents of the direct message with her regulars, to their dismay. However, she discussed it with Raj that evening.

“What do you think I should do?” Kira asked Raj as they sat on the couch, Kira’s legs laid across Raj’s lap.

“Well, you’re definitely right that this person’s approach is weird,” Raj said. “But they gave you and email and a name, so why don’t you just send them a formal email, start a conversation. Try to pull as many details out as you can so you can confirm whether it’s a scam or not. You’ve got nothing to lose in my opinion.”

Kira agreed and the two of them drafted an email that they would send in the morning. Between the sex and the Sonya mystery, Kira and Raj slept soundly that night, cuddled tight beneath the sheets.

The Muse

Belle reached her arms out to either side of her body as she walked slowly through the meadow. The grass was tall enough for the tips of her fingers to brush against the blades. Belle tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. The smells of nature filled her nostrils and in that moment she felt the embrace of Mother Earth, nestled in her bosom.

Belle was a city girl through-and-through. She’d grown up surrounded by blaring horns, sirens, and glass skyscrapers. She knew you had to keep an eye on the ground at all times lest you step in a puddle of an unknown substance and carry it around with you all day. Yet, here she was, in a meadow, three hours outside the concrete jungle, and loving every bit of it.

Belle opened her eyes and returned to the present. She’d almost forgotten the reason she was even there. She spun around, her white floral sundress fanning out around her. Belle’s eyes rested on her muse. His deep, hazel eyes took her in, his disarming smile set her heart aflutter. Rami wore an open white linen shirt and light blue jeans. His caramel skin glistened with sweat and the lightly ruffled mop of black hair on his head blew gently in the wind. Belle’s heart beat faster as she made her way back to him and recalled the first time she’d met Rami.

—

Though Belle was an accountant by trade, she was an artist at heart. She had reams of notebooks filled with sketches and drawings, even taking on commissions from time-to-time from friends and family. To feed her passion and improve her skills, Belle began attending group art classes at a studio in the city. For three years Belle attended classes held every two weeks. The studio became a sanctuary for her, a place where she could get lost in her craft and forget the world.

One day, Belle’s instructor informed them that their next session would be with the group’s first nude model. Belle heard giggles from some of the other men and women in her class, but she remained unfazed. She’d drawn nude models in college and had even done nude portraits of partners in past relationships. She wasn’t quite a nudist per say, but she was very comfortable in her skin and being around nudity did not make her awkward or uncomfortable.

Two weeks later, Belle was sitting at the coffee shop across the street from the studio thirty minutes before her class was set to begin. It was one of those situations where she didn’t have enough time to go home after work, but also too early for the studio to be open. As she sat sipping her green tea and scrolling through her news feed, she caught a glimpse of a handsome man next to her sipping the same tea and reading a book.

Before Belle realized she was staring at him, the man looked over at her. Belle froze as the man’s deep set eyes held her gaze.

“Can I help you?” He said.

Belle’s mouth hung open for a moment before she could respond, taken aback by the man’s deep, sultry voice.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just trying to take a peek at the cover of your book.”

The man smiled and said, “Oh, this is just some run-of-the-mill YA novel I was recommended incessantly by a friend of mine.”

Belle nodded and started asking him more about the book and himself. The two of them continued chatting for some time, and almost in unison checked the time on their phones.

“Oh crap, I have to go, my art class is starting in one minute,” Belle said as she packed her bag and made her way to stand and leave.

The man, who Belle learned was named Rami, muttered a quiet, “Oh no,” as he stood to leave as well.

Belle looked puzzled as he walked out with her. She felt an awkwardness in the air as Rami walked with her into the studio without uttering a single word. It suddenly hit her like a truck: Rami was the nude model for her class.

Belle’s cheeks were bright red and her head was down as she quickly took her seat. A few minutes later, Rami, whose cheeks were as blush as Belle’s, walked into the studio wearing only a robe and stood on the small platform in the centre of the room.

Rami took a deep breath, and Belle watched as his robe slid off his shoulders to the floor. He moved gracefully into the pose he would be holding for the entirety of the session. Belle couldn’t help but absorb every inch of his physique. Rami’s broad shoulders and equally broad chest were covered in a soft layer of black hair that continued down over his rippling abs. His prominent ‘V’ was captivating and brought all Belle’s attention to his member hanging between his thick, muscular thighs. Belle could see Rami’s muscles twitch and flex as she furiously sketched. She hardly noticed the teacher lingering over her shoulder, watching her bring Rami’s figure to life on her canvas.

Belle barely noticed when the class was over. Rami donned his robe and stretched out his tense muscles before making his way back to the dressing room. Belle stared at her work, taking it in. She marvelled at her execution, the fine details in every stroke. Her shading and line work was inspired. Belle could feel the energy and soul she’d poured into the canvas radiating out from the two-dimensional figure sitting on her easel.

She had found her muse.

Belle caught Rami outside the studio after the rest of the class was long gone.

“Hi,” she said. “Let’s grab a drink sometime.”

Belle knew she had to have him and was thus direct. Rami looked at Belle for an extended moment before responding, “How about right now?”

Belle beamed as they made their way down the street to a small pub around the block. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, picking up where they’d left off at the coffee shop earlier that night, though they noticeably ignored the elephant in the room.

After her third drink, Belle decided it was time to rip off the band-aid.

“You were an incredible model, by the way. I want to draw you again. Alone, this time,” she said, unable to tear her eyes away from her drink for fear she might catch a disdainful look from Rami.

As she sat there, she felt a gentle touch below her chin as Rami lifted her face up to look at him. His kind eyes warmed Belle’s soul, his smile touched her heart.

“I would like that very much,” Rami said.

Tears began to well up in Belle’s eyes. She squeezed his hands and thanked him profusely, promising to pay him for his time.

Rami laughed, “There’s no need to pay me, Belle. Though I do have a request of my own.”

Belle’s face dropped. She became suddenly suspicious of Rami’s motives. Why would he refuse money? Was he going to try and extort me for sex? Belle could feel herself unravelling when she felt Rami gently squeeze her hands.

“Darling, it’s not what you think,” He said. “I was only hoping you could pose for me.”

Belle’s eyes went wide. “You’re an artist too?”

“Not quite,” Rami said. “I write poetry.”

Belle nodded and Rami continued, “I find you captivating, Belle. I would love to sit and watch you paint. The way you wrinkle your nose when you focus, when you smile after a big flourish. What I’m trying to say is, I’d like you to be my muse.”

Belle looked deep into Rami’s eyes. “It would be my honour.”

—

Belle’s brush strokes were free and loose, slashing bright reds and yellows across the canvas, matching the wildflowers all around her. She looked past her easel to take in Rami’s naked body, slowly spinning, his arms out and his head back. She wanted to capture him in the place he felt most at peace. While Belle was a child of the city, Rami’s heart belonged to the wild. With the final flourishes of her paintbrush, Belle set aside her palette and brush and joined Rami.

Rami stopped twirling, rested his hands on Belle’s hips, and kissed her deeply. Her heart raced as Rami swept her off her feet and spun her around. Belle opened her eyes as he set her back down on the ground and smoothly slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders. The dress fell gently to the ground and Rami cupped her petite, naked breasts.

His lips found purchase on Belle’s soft neck as his hands began gently massaging and rubbing Belle’s erect nipples. Her breathing grew ragged as she tried to maintain her composure and keep from collapsing to the ground in a euphoric heap. Belle became so lost in the sensations ravaging her mind she didn’t notice the moment Rami had slipped out of his pants and had his warm, pulsing member pressed firmly against her lower stomach. Her moans grew louder as Rami kissed up and down her neck and across her collarbone, taking moments to suck her earlobe and squeeze her firm ass.

Just as Belle’s legs were about to give out, Rami eased her to the ground and in an instant slid his cock inside her warmth. Without a moment to collect herself Belle wrapped her arms tightly around Rami as he thrust deeply, her nails digging into his back. Belle cursed and screamed as Rami pumped, their sex pulsing in unison to the heat and passion of the moment. Every inch of his manhood sent a wave of ecstasy coursing through Belle’s body. She wrapped her ankles around his waist trying desperately to pull him further inside. She couldn’t stand to have him separated from her for even a moment. She craved his flesh pressed firmly against her own, begging the universe to allow this moment to last an eternity. Their wave of passion finally crested, and with uninhibited screams, both lovers crashed in bliss.

They lay naked on the ground, entwined among the wildflowers. After catching his breath Rami pulled out a notebook and pencil he had hidden in the grass. Leaning on his elbow, Rami looked down at Belle and began moving his pencil in furious swirls and flourishes. A few moments later Rami placed the notebook to the side, lines and stanzas scratched manically across the page.

“You are my greatest inspiration,” Rami whispered as he leaned over and kissed Belle’s forehead.

“I live to be your muse as you live to be mine,” Belle whispered back, picking up Rami’s notebook and reading the poem he’d written about her.

They found inspiration in each other’s bodies and a life of art in each other’s arms. They found their peace and longed nevermore.

The Boy Next Door

Roman stumbled through the door of his new apartment. He forgot how crazy happy hours got with Kevin and Priti. Roman almost tipped over as he tried to untie his laces, barely getting a hand up to brace himself against the wall. He managed to shuffle through the hallway and into his unfurnished family room. He collapsed onto his brand new couch and chugged water from his waiting water bottle.

Freshly hydrated and sobriety slowly beginning to descend, Roman heaved himself off the couch and went about his nightly routine. After inhaling some leftover pasta, he sat back on the couch and read. Other than the couch, the only other furniture was a coffee table, an empty TV stand, and a plush red and black rug. Roman moved cross-country and sold most of his furniture, including his TV. He’d already ordered furniture for his bedroom and was making his way through the rest of his one bedroom apartment. Because of unforeseen shipping delays, Roman was still sleeping on an air mattress on the floor and had no TV to occupy the bare stand.

Roman was curled up under a green throw blanket on his couch, fully immersed in his book. The faint echoes of sirens and street traffic filled the silence as he read and sipped his chamomile tea. Before long Roman had lost track of time, and when the realization dawned on him he checked his watch and saw he was well past his usual bed time.

Roman groaned as he shifted uncomfortably on his old air mattress. He felt the mattress battling to keep him out of a comfortable position. He tossed and turned, remnants of the night’s happy hour making sleep that much more elusive, until he finally gave up and decided the couch might be the more comfortable solution. He shuffled over to the couch and crashed into it. He closed his eyes and drifted off, finding just the right angle so neither his neck was too craned nor his legs too cramped.

Roman walked into the office the next morning surprisingly refreshed considering the night’s ordeal. At lunch, he sat with Kevin and Priti and chatted about happy hour and the rest of their nights.

“Yeah, man,” Kevin said, “I was out cold the moment I walked through the front door. Slept like a baby.”

Pritti nodded her head in agreement with a mouth full of salad. Roman replied, “I had the opposite night. I couldn’t get comfortable on my stupid air mattress and then when I finally fell asleep on the couch, I had this crazy dream where drums were beating wherever I went. I don’t remember the context of it all, but I distinctly remember loud drums. Weird stuff.”

“That’s definitely strange,” Priti said. “I wonder if it had anything to do with being tipsy. I guess you’ll find out tonight.”

Roman went straight home after work and was greeted by a giant package by his front door. He hoped it was his new mattress, but from the branding on the outside of the box, he knew it was his new TV. Just as he was getting in position to lift the box, a voice behind him said, “Need a hand with that?”

Roman turned to see his neighbour Will standing behind him. Roman had seen and spoken to Will a few times since moving in, but they’d only run into each other in passing more often than not. He was a tall, slim, Korean man with long, straight, black hair and a rugged jaw.

“That would actually be great, thanks,” Roman said as he made room for Will to grab the other side of the box.

After they dropped the box down into Roman’s bedroom, he gave him a beer and the two sat on his lone couch and talked. Roman learned more about Will, how he’d moved into the city only a year before Roman and that he worked as an assistant director. He learned that Will was single like himself, and they both commiserated on their frustrations with ‘the apps’.

Will finished and Roman thanked him again for helping him as he left. Roman spent the rest of the night cooking dinner and watching TV.

That night, he preempted a frustrated move from the air mattress to the couch and settled himself in the living room and as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off to sleep.

The drums returned. They were louder and Roman began tossing and turning, until suddenly he was awake. However, the drumming continued. Roman slowly sat up as he emerged from his slumber. Through the darkness he heard thumping. It was loud and rhythmic, echoing through his bare apartment. Roman attempted to track down where the sound was coming from and he followed the sound to the wall behind his TV. The thumping continued, and when he placed his ear against the wall, he knew he’d found the source of the racket.

Roman stood with his ear to the wall trying to figure out what the thumping was. It didn’t clang like metal pipes, and the rhythm was too steady. It sounded like something was hitting the wall from the other side. Roman, who was now wide awake, realized he shared this wall with Will.

As he stood there listening and thinking about whether he should text Will and ask him if he knew what was causing the sound, a faint chorus joined the beat. Roman’s eyes widened as he heard the faint sound of a woman’s moan. It was at that moment that Roman put together what was happening.

Putting it all together, Roman stood and listened. The thumping of the headboard against the wall continued steadily and the moans grew louder. The melody was familiar, the experience elicit. The woman cursed and her moans turned to screams as the beat persisted, undeterred.

Roman reached into the boxers and held his throbbing member. The beat got louder, the tempo unchanged. The chorus grew more frantic, the screams clearer as the the drumming threatened to break down his wall. Roman closed his eyes and stroked to the beat. He put himself in the percussionist’s place, sliding his fingers up and down his shaft in time with the percussionist a few inches away.

Roman felt himself get closer to the edge, climax within reach. He breath quickened, and, as if they knew, the beat against the wall quickened in kind. The force of every hit felt greater even as the pace quickened. The screams and pleads echoed as if they were in Roman’s apartment, and he furiously stroking, moaning, his cock swelling.

The beat guided Roman to climax and with a deep, hushed growl he released, shivers wracked his body as the orgasmic waves crashed over him. The thumping and screaming stopped as well, and Roman knew the musicians had finished their piece. He looked down at the mess he’d created and then at the microwave clock. It was late, but he knew he’d sleep more soundly than he had in days.

Weeks passed, and Roman listened. He also grew close to Will and before long they were fast friends. They would often hangout on weekends and Will even joined Roman on nights out with Priti and Kevin. One day, Will introduced his new girlfriend Lara to Roman and his friends. Roman felt a lump in his throat as he introduced himself, having heard her voice almost every night for the past three weeks.

Roman’s awkwardness subsided as he spent more time with Will and Lara. They often smoked together in Roman’s now fully furnished apartment. He finally got his mattress and a plush recliner to match his couch.

One day, Roman, Will, and Lara were in Roman’s apartment smoking and talking. Roman took his usual seat in the recliner and Lara had her legs across Will’s lap on the couch. During a lull in the conversation, the faint sounds of a song grabbed everyone’s attention. Lara furrowed her brow and pulled out her phone as Will and Roman looked curiously around the room. Suddenly, Lara burst out laughing, falling backwards onto the couch, her legs kicking up and almost hitting Will in the face.

After regaining her composure, she explained. “I accidentally played a song on my Spotify, and it somehow connected to the Bluetooth speaker in our room. I thought it was a ghost!”

Will chuckled, “Damn, that sounded like it could have been in this room.”

Roman gave a halfhearted laugh as he anxiously tried attempted to quell the feeling of being exposed.

“I didn’t realize my bedroom was right here,” Will said, pointing at the shared wall. “How much sound comes through normally?”

“Honestly, not much,” Roman lied, as he took another hit.

Will eyed him for a long moment, then looked over at Lara who met his eyes. At that moment, Roman knew his fears were realized. His heart raced and he felt flush as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

“Interesting,” Will said, his hands rubbed Lara’s legs, still strewn across his lap. “I guess that’s kind of unfortunate, really. I think it’d be pretty hot knowing we were fucking for an audience.”

Roman sat, frozen. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Should he admit that they’ve had a loyal audience-of-one for weeks? Or should he try and change the subject and assuage Will’s suspicions?

Before Roman could make any decisions, Lara spoke, “Well, we have an audience now. Let’s put on a show.”

Roman couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He sat there and attempted to process what was happening. Were they mocking him? Should he stop them? Should he leave his own apartment? Eventually, all that remained from his frantic thoughts was his deep desire to stay exactly where he was.

Will caressed Lara’s leg, his fingers lingering with each stroke. Roman gulped, his eyes glued to the beautiful couple. Roman felt the bulge in his pants grow as he took in the spectacle of what he’d only heard for so many weeks. Lara straddled Will and they kissed deeply, his hands sliding up Lara’s back beneath her shirt. She whipped off her top, and Roman watched her bare, muscular back work as she worked her hips back and forth.

Roman’s hand slipped beneath his waistband and he held his hot, throbbing member, unable to control his urges. In an instant Lara and Will stripped out of their clothes and were entwined in each other’s bodies on Roman’s couch. Their hips thrust as their tongues wrestled, Lara’s petite body atop Will’s toned, pale physique. Lara’s petite breasts pressed into Will’s smooth, rippling chest and she moaned against his lips, lost in her lover’s embrace.

Will’s imagination could not compare to the reality before him. Two perfect bodies, completely in sync. He slipped his pants down around his ankles and held his throbbing monument in the palm of his hand.

Lara and Will untangled themselves just long enough for Will to sit up on the couch. As he moved, Roman’s eyes fixated on his erect cock. He bit his bottom lip and stroked a beat faster as Will’s prodigious member beckoned for Lara’s warmth. She obliged, and once again straddled Will’s lap, her dripping pussy inches above his towering erection.

Lara lowered herself slowly and Will’s bristling head parted her large, prominent lips. She gasped, every inch pushing deeper inside. Lara took Will’s entirety and she threw her head back, a deep, guttural moan of primal pleasure echoed through the room.

She rode Will’s cock masterfully, her hips rocked rhythmically, extracting every bit of pleasure she could. Roman stroked in time with her hips, energetic pumps brought him closer to orgasmic bliss.

Lara’s journey towards climax brought with it the familiar screams of ecstasy as she rode faster, pushing herself to the brink. Roman barrelled towards climax until suddenly Will’s voice broke through the slapping of skin and wails of desire, “Don’t you dare finish.”

Roman immediately stopped and his jaw dropped. His cock twitched violently, begging for the final strokes of release, but Roman was under Will’s spell. He sat there and held his desperate cock as Lara came. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she kissed Will deeply, holding him there as she spasmed and clenched. Riding out her descent from the peaks of euphoria, Lara climbed off of Will’s lap and sat beside him to face Roman. Their sweaty bodies glistened and their chests heaved as they caught their breath.

Roman sat still, waiting.

Will looked Roman directly in his eyes and said, “Now, give us our flowers.”

At Will’s command, Roman continued where he’d left off. He resisted the overwhelming urge to stroke immediately to completion. He knew he had to perform for his audience.

He quickly removed his shirt and started stroking his throbbing member, the throbbing head eager, furious. He bit his bottom lip and thrust his hips into this hand, his abs contracting with every flex. Whimpers turned to moans as he moved faster and with more force. His moans turned to curses and he threw his head back, taking in every moment of his own journey to the peaks of pleasure. His desire to release was matched equally by his desire to please his favourite performers. He opened his eyes and saw Lara and Will touch themselves as they watched his performance with rapt attention.

Their lustful gazes pushed Roman up the mountain faster, and before he knew it he screamed out in ecstasy and bliss washed over him in an unending torrent. His explosion painted his stomach and chest, his seed splattered haphazardly over the breathless canvas. He regained his composure and looked to his audience, his depleted manhood limp in his hand.

The smell of sex permeated every inch of Roman’s apartment. He took in the beautiful, glistening bodies across from him, and the sexual power they emanated. He noticed the glimmer in the couple’s eyes, and in that moment he knew they hungered for more, and they had those eyes set on him.

Work From Home: Part 2

Kira switched her stream on and greeted her evening audience. She wore her favourite pajamas and sat cross-legged on her comfortable gaming chair. Today was the three month anniversary of the debut of her weekly show Work from Dome. She was all smiles as her viewers showered her in congratulations and tips and the system’s bell chimed for the full stream. When her show ended, Kira blew a kiss to her viewers, thanked them again for all their support, and ended the stream.

She walked out into the living room where Raj was waiting with a glass of red wine.

“Congratulations, love,” he said, handing Kira her glass accompanied by a kiss.

The two of them sat on the couch and watched TV and snuggled close under the throw blanket. A couple of hours later they were in bed and out like a light. Kira woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. By the time she got to the kitchen, Raj was slicing a grapefruit for the both of them.

“Good morning, love. Hope this makes up for having to miss another show,” Raj said, taking a seat across from Kira.

Kira smiled, “It’s seriously no biggie. I know you’re pretty slammed, and I’ve already got Will ready to fill in today and next week.”

“That’s great,” Raj said. “And you’ve got my office for your show as well. I’m all set up in the family room.”

Will arrived an hour before the show. He was a tall, muscular black man, and one of Kira’s closest friends. They’d started performing around the same time and were big fans of each other before they’d even met. After some time and through some online interactions, they found out that they lived in the same city and became fast friends and colleagues.

“It’s lovely as always to see you,” Will said, wrapping Kira in a hug, “And thanks again for guesting last week, everyone loved you.”

“It was my absolute pleasure,” Kira replied as they walked towards her office.

Will gave Raj a wave as they passed through the family room, and Raj waved back through his call with a client. He had become just as close to Will over the years. They often went golfing together and had weekly drinks on guys’ night with other friends of theirs.

Sinking into some beanbag chairs, Will and Kira chatted and planned the day’s Work from Dome episode. Will filled in for Raj the week before as Raj was swamped at his job. Luckily, Kira was able to keep her setup in Raj’s office so the only change was the ‘dome’ itself.

Will sipped on his pineapple smoothie and said, “I’ve got an idea for today’s episode.”

“Lay it on me,” Kira replied.

“Well,” Will started, “I’ve prepped my ass for a show I’ve got later today, so why don’t we take advantage of that.”

Will continued, “Add a significant tipping tier for fingers in my ass. I’ve got my lube and you know my ass as well as anyone, so I’m game if you are.”

Kira responded excitedly, “Hell ya, let’s do it! Oh my god this is going to be fun!”

The two of them spent the rest of their prep time setting up their stream and adjusting the cameras. With fifteen minutes to spare, Kira asked Will to drop his shorts and bend over. She admired Will’s thick glutes before spreading them to peek at his hole. She’d fingered and pegged Will on numerous occasions for his own shows and was very familiar with what Will liked, and more importantly, what his limits were. Kira lubed her finger up with saliva and pressed Will’s puckered rim. With a little more pressure it took her finger in hungrily.

“All good?” Kira asked, peeking around Will’s thick leg to meet his face with her finger still inside.

“All good,” Will replied.

Before long the show started and viewers were tuning in and excitedly commenting on the new tiers. Will typed away on the keyboard above Kira’s head as the chime of tips rung out. Within fifteen minutes, the first ‘fingers’ tier was reached. Kira generously lubed her index finger and Will’s hole, and slipped it in with ease. Her audience loved it as Will’s thick cock twitched, begging Kira’s viewers for more. Kira felt the familiar arousal of anal play. She wiggled her inserted finger, giving a slight “come hither” as she nudged Will’s sensitive prostate. She heard a little moan above her that told her she’d hit the mark. The growing dampness between her legs was a nice reminder that she had the best job in the world.

Kira had Will’s cock deep down her throat when she heard the ding of the second tier. She kept her surprise concealed from the audience, but inside she was shocked. She had set the goals much higher than any of her regular tiers, and was expecting to hit the second tier near the end of the show at best. However, here she was, lubing both her index and middle fingers, and easing back into Will’s aching void halfway through her show.

Will’s moans grew louder as Kira pressed and licked the underside of Will’s bristling head. She tasted his sweet precum and brought her camera in close to give her viewers a better view of their reward.

*Ding*

*Ding*

Kira’s smile faded. That was fingers three and four, back-to-back. She couldn’t believe it. Tier three was the equivalent of about $700 in tips, and tier four was another $800 on top of that. They were theoretical, a tease for the audience. She checked the tip notification, and it was a single donor for both tiers: Freetime85.

Kira took a deep breath and expressed excitement and thanks for her audience as she tapped Will’s thigh four times off-screen. Because of the nature of the show, Kira came up with a trick to let Will know what was happening and get his consent. She would tap his thigh equal to the number of fingers, and Will would tap the top of the desk with the same number if he was ready. With tiers one and two, Will’s response was instantaneous. After Kira tapped Will’s thigh four times, there was a long pause before she heard the four taps above her. Kira lathered almost her entire hand in lube and applied copious amounts to Will’s asshole as well.

Kira brought her pinky, ring, middle, and index fingers together to a point, and very slowly eased them in. Will spread his legs further apart, bent his knees and opened up as Kira’s knuckles stretched Will’s practiced void.

Kira’s pussy ached as her fingers worked Will’s hole. She devoured his cock, saliva coated her bare breasts and face, her lipstick and mascara ruined and her eyes rolled back in her head with every gagging thrust. Every goal was reached, every tier accomplished, and Kira was now just desperate for Will’s cum. She felt his cock throb as she sucked and felt his hole flex around her knuckles. She pushed Will further down her open throat triggering an orgasm of her own. Kira held Will’s cock in her throat as her abs clenched and her pussy contracted.

Her intense orgasm and the monster lodged in her throat stopped her from breathing, which only drove Kira further into the euphoric torrent. She finally resurfaced and took in a deep, exhilarating breath. Tears and saliva coated her face as she gave herself a moment to feel every sensation coursing through her. She took Will into her mouth once more, working her tongue masterfully up and down the underside of his prodigious shaft, twirling the tip of her tongue over the sensitive underbelly of his swollen head.

Kira felt Will grow, his thrusts hastened. He leaned back on her hand, pushing her further inside him. Every thrust sent Kira through a torrent of ecstasy, her thoughts slipped away as her throat opened as willingly as Will’s hole.

Will climaxed aggressively, a deep, guttural moan above her accompanied the thick loads filling her mouth. Kira’s panties were drenched as she took in his taste and she slowly removed her fingers from his gaping asshole and showed her audience the white dessert pooled in her mouth. She gave the camera a wink before swallowing and blew them a kiss to end the stream.

Kira spoke first, “Holy shit. That was crazy.”

Will dropped down to meet Kira on the floor beneath the desk. He lay on his back and Kira ogled his gaping ass, stretched, ravaged. Kira massaged Will’s legs, helping him recover from the surprisingly intense stream. When he was finally ready the two of them slowly stood up and made their way to the shower.

“That was fucking intense. I didn’t think we’d get past the second finger,” Will said as Kira soaped him up.

“I thought so too, but some guy came in guns blazing and hit every tier at once,” Kira explained.

After their shower the two of them returned to Kira’s office in plush white robes. They sunk back into the beanbag chairs for a full debrief.

“I’m not going to lie,” Kira said, “I was so turned on during that show. You know how much I love fucking that ass of yours, I’m still dripping.”

Will laughed and gave her a wink. “If you didn’t just drain me so completely,” Will replied, “I would happily help you out with that.”

Kira and Will laughed as they sipped their respective glasses of water and unwound. Will inevitably cancelled his own evening show and Kira invited him to stay for dinner.

At dinner, they recounted the details of the show for Raj, who was just as astounded as they were.

“Holy shit!” Raj exclaimed, “They spent all that at once?”

“Yup,” Kira replied.

“That’s incredible. Can’t wait to hear what the evening stream folks thought of the show.”

Will and Kira did the stream together and were overjoyed by the excitement and enthusiasm their audience had for that day’s Work from Dome performance. There was also the mystery of who Freetime85 was. Kira didn’t recognize the username and neither did any of her regulars. They all had fun speculating who it may be, from famous celebrities to Kira’s and Will’s respective partners. The two of them had already accounted for the latter possibility and confirmed it wasn’t either partner. After the show, Will had one more glass of wine with Kira and Raj before going home.

“I can’t wait for next week’s show,” Kira told Raj as they got into bed. “I’m going to up the tier value even higher, see if big spender shows up again.”

Raj chuckled and gave Kira a kiss. “I hope they do, I could use a new computer.”

A few days later, Kira had a great idea for her stream. One of her regulars made a highlight reel from her last Work from Dome show. The video was around twenty minutes long, so Kira thought it would be fun to watch it with her audience and masturbate along to it.

The stream started and the tips started to come in, hitting the usual tiers, activating her vibrator and peeling off what few layers of clothing she had on. Kira purposefully kept the new tiers with the video lower than she normally would have because she desperately wanted to get off to it for an audience. She’d been edging herself every night since the show just thinking about it.

The final chime rang out and Kira beamed. She blew kisses to her audience, thanked them profusely and hastily set up the video and camera. She lay back further to expose not just her soaked, swollen pussy, but the red jewel of her buttplug as well. Kira furiously rubbed her clit as the vibrator inside her vibrated non-stop from the tips pouring in from her equally horny viewers.

She watched herself gag on Will’s beautiful cock, phantom sensations tickled her fingers with the memory of Will’s tight hole squeezing around them. Kira moaned louder and louder, her throbbing clit pulsed, the heat radiated from her open warmth. The tips continued and Kira’s body seized. Her legs shook as her fingers rubbed her swollen button faster and she lost control. Her moans turned to screams as she pushed, and a torrent sprayed from Kira’s hot, steaming pussy. Her juices covered the floor and coated her inner thighs. She hardly made it through half the video. The aftershocks ravaged her as the vibrator and her breathing slowed.

Kira collapsed back onto her pillows and she caught her breath before saying goodbye to her viewers and ending the stream. Kira sat for five more minutes before finally standing up and cleaning her set. When she finally left her office, Raj was standing in the kitchen pouring himself some coffee.

“Wow,” he said, looking Kira up and down, “Looks like you had a time, huh.”

Kira lazily nodded before going to the bathroom to clean up. When Kira finished, she walked into the family room and flopped down onto the couch.

Raj walked out of his office to see his partner laying on her back, her eyes closed with one arm hanging off the edge. He walked over and slipped in behind her, gently lifting her head and shoulders so they rested on his stomach, his legs to either side of her. He massaged Kira’s temples and admired her petite body and her soft, smooth skin.

Raj moved his hands down to Kira’s shoulders and dug in with his fingers, squeezing the tension from her body. Kira moaned, her eyes stayed closed.

Raj kissed her forehead and moved his hands over her breasts. He gently squeezed and kneaded his thumbs into her soft tissue. Kira bit her lip and squirmed, her legs crossed, thighs rubbing together. Raj pinched both Kira’s nipples and slowly pulled. Her breath caught and she arched her back further and further as Raj continued to pull. He released Kira’s dark, erect nipples and she let out a deep, primal moan. Raj caught the shine of dew forming beneath her waxed mound.

Raj whispered in Kira’s ear, “Cum for me, one more time.” Kira eagerly nodded.

Raj pulled Kira’s nipples again. And again. Each time Kira’s moans grew louder, and the hand that lay over the edge of the couch now had two fingers deep inside her sopping, ravenous pussy. Kira screamed louder as the sound of her soaked slit filled the room. With one final pull, Raj held Kira at the apex as she came, her body convulsed and eyes rolled back in her head. He released her and she crashed back into his lap, a semi-conscious mess, panting, cuddling his muscular leg.

Raj stroked Kira’s hair until she fell asleep. He pulled out his phone and cancelled the rest of the day’s meetings, choosing instead to spend the rest of the day on the couch with his heart.

Work From Home: Part 1

There were a few reasons Raj ordered a motorized standing desk. The most obvious was health related. He was finding himself sitting and staring at a computer screen for a significant number of hours per day and it was taking a toll on his back. The ergonomic chair helped a little, and he made sure he stood-up and walked around every once in a while, but it just wasn’t cutting it.

His partner Kira also worked from home in their guest bedroom. Kira was an adult streamer and had her workspace set-up for maximum comfort. Before buying his standing desk, Raj had mentioned on more than one occasion how jealous he was of how comfortable Kira was at work. She had her camera and keyboard on an anchored platform that she could raise and lower as needed with ease. Kira also had an ergonomic chair for her evening chat streams, and a section of the bedroom floor and the entire bed with cushions and pillows and another two cameras for performing.

His new table arrived a few days after he placed his order. Raj spent that afternoon assembling it and rearranging his work material atop it. He spent the entire next day standing at his new desk.

“Kira, baby, this thing is an absolute Godsend,” Raj exclaimed between spoonfuls of curry. “I’m feeling so damn loose and free, no pain whatsoever!”

Kira smiled as she stood and took her plate to the sink. “That’s wonderful, love. Tell me more after I’m done tonight, okay?”

Kira gave Raj a quick kiss before walking to the guest bedroom to prepare for her evening stream.

Raj felt like a changed man after a month of using his new desk. His back pain was all but gone and his productivity increased too. This meant he was working fewer hours and could spend more time with Kira. Kira was taking full advantage of Raj’s transformation. With his newfound free time Raj’s love for cooking and experimenting in the kitchen was rekindled, and the results were excellent. They also biked more regularly and even started running together.

Kira was enjoying her morning coffee and reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. Raj had already started his day and Kira had a few hours before the day’s first stream. Kira was wearing one of Raj’s t-shirts that hung loosely over her shoulders and went down to just past her waist. She was barely five feet tall and Raj was nearly 6’3″. Kira had black, curly hair and deep hazel eyes. Her petite breasts were barely noticeable under her shirt, but her shapely behind left nothing to the imagination. With the weather improving and the time she spent outside increasing, her light freckles were beginning to show more prominently against her light brown skin.

Kira stood and followed the clacking sound of Raj’s keyboard and peeked her head into his office. Raj stood facing a window opposite the door. He was wearing his large, noise cancelling headphones and was focused intently on his screen.

Kira tip-toed into his office without Raj noticing. He was wearing short black athletic shorts and a lime green sleevless tee. Kira took in his muscular calves and thighs, a layer of course black hair covering his endless walking sticks. His full black beard was a few days past his usual trim and looked extra scraggly and his wavy black hair was pulled back under his headphones.

Kira snuck up behind Raj and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing tightly and pressing her face into his back. After recovering from the startling contact, Raj reached behind his back and gave Kira a quick squeeze of his own before returning to his work. Kira lingered in Raj’s office and spun herself around in a spare office chair in the corner.

A smirk broke out across Kira’s lips as a thought percolated in her mind. Seated in the chair, Kira rolled herself between Raj’s desk and the window. Kira lowered the height of the chair and bent her neck slightly as she slowly rolled herself under the desk.

Kira was now an inch away from Raj’s crotch as he clacked away above her head. Kira reached up and gently began fondling Raj. The typing above her suddenly stopped as she massaged his balls. Her handiwork was beginning to bear fruit as a bulge grew in her the palm of her hand. Kira reached for Raj’s waistband and pulled down his shorts, revealing his tumescent penis twitching before her eyes. Kira gave her toy’s swollen head gentle kisses before wrapping her lips around it and gently sucking.

Kira felt Raj’s throbbing cock beg for more, and she happily obliged. She eased his cock further into her mouth and down her throat. She’d learned how to take Raj’s significant girth and opened her throat with ease. As she reached his base she extended her tongue and used the tip to tickle his hanging balls.

Raj’s thrusting sped up and Kira’s technique changed from meticulous to ravenous. Slow twirls of her tongue were replaced with furious head bobbing and slurping. With a final, heavy thrust, Raj exploded down the back of her throat and saliva poured down onto Kira’s chest as Raj held his member in her open mouth until the pumping ceased. Finally, Kira eased Raj from between her lips and swallowed the fruits of her labour. She slipped Raj’s shorts back up and wheeled herself out from under the desk.

As she walked back around to the other side of the table, Raj reached and grabbed her around the waist and pulled her in, planting a long kiss on Kira’s lips. He released her with a playful slap on her bare ass and she skipped out of his office.

That night Kira regaled her audience on that afternoon’s fun.

“It was really a spur-of-the-moment thing. I’m honestly surprised my horny ass hadn’t thought to do it sooner,” Kira said.

“You’re totally right Sam, it’s almost too obvious a fantasy,” Kira giggled, responding to one of her regular’s keen insights.

Almost her entire stream that night revolved around what they’d now dubbed Work from Dome. The next day Kira slipped underneath Raj’s desk again, and proceeded to share more details of the experience with her audience in the evening.

“They’re loving Work from Dome Raj, it’s crazy,” Kira said at dinner the day after her second Work from Dome.

“That’s great, love,” Raj replied.

“I know. I feel like there’s a real opportunity here to make this it’s own show,” Kira said, gazing out into the distance as her producer gears began spinning.

Raj leaned over the table and kissed Kira, “I’m here to support you in any way I can.”

Kira smiled and walked to her desk to begin brainstorming for her new show idea.

Two weeks later, Kira was ready to premiere her new show. Once a week, she’d air a special afternoon show titled Work From Dome. Kira bought and set up a small mobile table for a laptop and cameras for different angles. She also bought a small rolling stool so she could slide under the desk without needing to crane her neck. She commissioned new art and emotes and marketed the new show on her social media and streams leading up to the premiere.

However, before she began any work on the show, she needed to know if Raj would be okay participating.

“So, what do you think?” Kira said after pitching the idea to Raj.

Raj sat silently, his brow furrowed as he absorbed everything he’d heard, then smiled, “I’m in.”

Kira squealed and gave Raj a giant hug.

“This is going to be really fun. We’ll need to plan contingencies for days I can’t do it for one reason or another, but I’m legitimately excited about making my acting debut,” Raj said with a wink.

Kira grabbed her notebook from the counter and flipped to a page with a detailed schedule of all her shows. “I’ve already started planning for it, love. I’ve asked Will to sub-in when you know you can’t.” Will was a local performer Kira had worked with for years.

Kira continued, “I will also have my Bluetooth earbuds in and won’t speak at all. It will be silent except for the sounds of your typing and whatever I’m doing to you.”

Raj laughed and kissed Kira. “This is going to be awesome.”

Kira double and triple checked her setup and adjusted the height of her stool for the seventh time. In one minute her new show would premiere and the excitement was building and she felt familiar butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She knew they weren’t performance nerves. She was a practised performer and knew she was skilled. She was primarily nervous about engaging with new viewers. She knew her regulars would enjoy and support her new show just as they’d supported her other new endeavours. However, with her past attempts at attracting new viewers and keeping them engaged, she’d fallen short time-and-time again. She checked the analytics of her posts and the numbers suggested she’d have plenty of new viewers. Now it was a matter of keeping them week-to-week and maybe even have them tune-in to her daily streams.

Kira gave Raj’s crotch a quick kiss over his dark blue jeans and went live.

Kira gave the stream one final blowing kiss and ended the feed precisely an hour and a half after it had started. Cum dripped off her chin onto her bare chest and her mascara ran just as she’d hoped. Raj’s cock lay limp, glistening from layers of lube, saliva and cum. Kira grabbed a towel from her workstation and started cleaning herself off.

“I think that went really well,” Kira said, peeking her head up from behind Raj’s desk. “We had a record number of viewers and the tips were solid.”

Raj and Kira walked to the bathroom together and stripped out of their clothes before hopping in the shower.

“How was my acting debut?” Raj asked, half jokingly.

Kira looked Raj directly in his eyes and grabbed his cock. “Babe, you were incredible. And how you got any actual work done is beyond me.”

Raj reached around Kira, squeezed her ass, and whispered, “You made it very, very difficult.”

In the shower Raj washed off all the fluids left on Kira’s body. The two of them soaped and rubbed each other’s bodies like they’d done a thousand times before. Slowly, Kira felt Raj’s touch turn markedly from rubbing to caressing. His breath grew heavy in her ear and his body pressed more firmly against hers. She became flush as his caress morphed to groping and squeezing, his lips sucked her earlobe, his teeth nipped at her neck. Kira’s breath heaved as Raj pressed his spent cock against her stomach, warmth somehow continued to emanate from it even after what it had been through.

In an instant, Raj kneeled down and locked his lips around Kira’s vulva. The sudden rhythmic sucking forced a gasp to escape her lips and she threw her head back and pushed her hands against the shower walls to stop from collapsing. Raj expertly flicked Kira’s clit in a figure-eight pattern as he maintained perfect suction with his mouth. Kira screamed out as she crested, an orgasmic wave ready to crash over her.

In a single swift move Raj reached behind Kira’s hips, spread her cheeks just enough, and pressed his his finger against Kira’s starving asshole at the exact moment ecstasy consumed her. Raj’s strong arms supported her as she spasmed from the aftershocks, his mouth still locked firmly around her soaked lips, his tongue gently teasing her engorged clit.

He drank in her nectar, tasting her sex in every drop. When he finally stood, Kira met his lips with ferocity and desperation. She soaked in the taste of herself on his soft lips, wrapping her body around his solid frame. She held her man there, under the shower’s stream. He was everything she could ask for and more.