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.

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.