The Shower

Rana walked into the change room of his gym and plopped down on the bench in front of his locker. His shirt clung to his body, drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead and neck with a towel and tossed it into the nearby basket of soiled towels.

It was nearly 5am and the gym was completely empty. Rana had an early morning meeting so he decided to force himself to go to the gym earlier than normal. He found himself liking the emptiness. The hum of the fans placed around the space as well as the quiet squeak of sneakers from the one employee slowly preparing the gym for the day’s guests.

Rana stripped out of his running shorts and shirt and flung a towel over his shoulder. He slipped on his slides and made his way to the steam room. On his way, he stopped in front of one of the many full-length mirrors in the change room. He was a pretty hair man, with a layer of course black hair covering his chest and stomach, down over his thighs before thinning down his shins and calves. He was lean, and his muscular definition was faint. He struck a few poses and smiled at how ridiculous he felt.

After a quick steam, Rana made his way to the showers. The showers were lined up in the open against a wall with curtains for each stall. Because the entire area was tiled, it was not uncommon for some men, most of them older, to shower with the curtains open.

Rana wasn’t quite that bold, but he figured since no one was around, he could indulge his exhibitionist side for once. He was already walking around completely uncovered, so what difference did it make?

Rana hung his towel on the hook outside the shower and turned on the tap. He let the cool water wash over him and bring his body temperature down. He closed his eyes and took some time to do some deep breathing exercises, centering himself and releasing any tension in his body.

Rana turned around and let the water hit his back as he stretched. He turned the temperature up, and enjoyed the warm water soothing his aching muscles. He suddenly realized that he forgot his loofah in his gym bag. He let out a groan he quickly squeaked his way through the locker room to his bag and grabbed it. On his way back to the shower, he noticed that the one gym employee in the building was cleaning the sinks. She was a shorter woman, wearing black yoga pants and a black gym-branded t-shirt. Her curly black hair hung shoulder length and her brown eyes were focused on her work. Rana’s heart raced. He froze for a moment before quickly making his way back to the shower.

Rana grabbed the curtain to close it but stopped. Why questioned why he felt so embarrassed? This was the men’s locker room. So what if the employee was a woman. This was nothing she hadn’t seen before working at the gym. Rana gathered himself and continued showering with the curtain open.

He squirted some soap onto his loofah and started to scrub his body. He bent over and scrubbed his feet and legs, making his way up his body. As he was scrubbing his crotch and ass, he heard the squeak of sneakers making their way into the shower area. Rana felt his heart race, but kept his cool, continuing up his stomach and chest and over his arms.

Rana took a deep breath and turned around, facing out towards the open shower area. He jumped when he saw the gym employee standing directly in front of him, watching him intensely. She leaned on the mop she was holding and unashamedly took in Rana’s naked body from top to bottom. Rana stared right back, though with his jaw was handing slightly ajar. Her t-shirt stretched over her heavy breasts, and her yoga pants accentuated her thick, toned thighs and ass perfectly.

Rana swallowed and gave a friendly smile. The woman returned the smile but continued to watch. Rana’s face was burning hot and he started to feel the sensations between his legs from the gorgeous woman watching him. He quickly turned around to hide his slowly swelling member.

“You missed a spot,” The woman said.

Rana froze. He glanced over his shoulder and glimpsed the woman continuing to stare, evaluating his body.

Rana cleared his throat and said, “I guess that’s too bad then.”

Rana’s heart raced, his cock now fully erect.

The woman spoke, “Then why don’t I give you a hand.”

Before Rana could answer, he felt a delicate hand against his back, followed by the touch of soft breasts pressed against him. He barely had a moment to wonder when she removed her clothes before her hands explored his chest, pinching his nipples before gliding down over his stomach and stopping just short of his throbbing cock.

Without saying a word, the woman took the loofah from Rana’s hand and scrubbed his entire back. The woman gently tapped Rana’s inner thighs and he instinctively spread his legs. The woman scrubbed between Rana’s legs and into his crack. She made slow circles over his cheeks before making her way down both legs.

When she finished, she leaned in close to Rana’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Rana obeyed and turned. The woman was so close to him that his aching member was pressed against her stomach. She maintained eye contact as she scrubbed his arms and chest. Her gaze went to his stomach as she made her way down. Rana’s heart raced as she got closer and closer to his cock. But to his surprise, she worked around it. He watched as she worked his pelvis and hips, then made her way down the front of his legs. Her nose nearly grazed his shaft, yet she appeared to be completely ignoring it.

When she finished scrubbing him she put the loofah away and helped wash the soap off his now baby-soft skin.

Rana was still erect, and at that point he was ready to thank her and quickly run to a stall to finish himself off in private. As he opened his mouth to speak, the woman put a finger over his lips and reached down with her other hand grabbed his cock. He felt the slickness of soap as she gripped his cock and slowly stroked. Suds formed with her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze as she worked his shaft, her wrist moving faster and faster.

Rana reached between the woman’s legs and felt her lips slick with desire. She bit her lip and nodded, and Rana plunged his long fingers into her warmth. The two of them moaned as they worked each other’s sex.

Their pace increased, the woman’s wrist now furiously sliding up and down Rana’s shaft, and Rana’s fingers vigorously thrumming against her pleasure points and his thumb circling her swollen clit.

In pure climactic synchronicity, the two strangers came as one. Streams of white exploded onto the woman’s stomach and pelvis, and the woman’s pussy contracted and her knees buckled as she held onto Rana’s shoulder to keep herself upright.

The two of them took a moment to come down from their shared high. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Rana reached over and grabbed the soap. “I should take care of the mess I made.”

The woman laughed, “I think you should.”

The shower continued to run as the strangers traded places and got clean all over again.

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 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.